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He Zhengxiao lowered his eyes slightly, and caught a glimpse of her stiffly raising her two hands, taking her small hands with her big hands, and slowly putting them into her coat pockets.

After the heavy dark gray, his fingers overlapped and his skin touched, but Qiao Weihuan felt that He Zhengxiao's hand was not warm at all.

He took Qiao Weihuan downstairs and left Buckingham Palace, with heavy footsteps all the way. Qiao Weihuan lowered his head, and he didn't know if his expression was as cold as his steps, in short, it wouldn't look good.

Uncle Zhong opened the car door, He Zhengxiao withdrew his arm, stepped into the carriage with long legs, and gently patted his side with his palm.

Qiao Weihuan stared at him for a long time, and didn't raise his feet. Feeling her dark gaze, He Zhengxiao leaned over and stretched his arms, scooped her in directly, hooked the car door lock with his long fingers, and closed the door heavily.

In the dull sound of "clang", He Zhengxiao asked her in a low voice: "Huanhuan, you can't wait?" ”

After Qiao Weihuan sat down, he moved his position back, "What's wrong with me?" ”

"I said give me time."

"I gave it."

He Zhengxiao was almost laughed at by her lifeless tone, he straightened up and pinched her chin with his long fingers, "That's because I didn't give enough explanation?" ”

His strength is not small, Qiao Weihuan was a little painful, and he was forced to raise his eyes and meet his heroic and cold face.

In the vast black under the eyes, there are two small figures reflected, because they are too small, they can only see the outline clearly.

Qiao Weihuan licked her dry lips and asked him in a dumb voice, "What did you give an explanation?" ”

He Zhengxiao's deep eyes locked on her and traced her face with his gaze.

"Tell me what you want."

He let go of his hand, leaned half into the saddle, and reached into the gap between the seat and the backrest with his long fingers, and when he took it out again, he had an extra Glock in his hand.

He Zhengxiao put Glock on Qiao Weihuan's knee, "This kind of confession, huh?" ”

This is not Qiao Weihuan's Glock, she was taken away by the guards, and it was the first time she saw qiang in the car, it should have been prepared by He Zhengxiao in the car with an accident.

But there is not much difference, they are all qiang.

Qiao Weihuan held the qiang handle, she already knew this model very well, every structure and part was engraved in her head.

She had been prescribed several qiang, the first time in Syria, where she was injected and induced by the environment to develop a mental abnormality. After that, He Zhengxiao gave her Glock, because she wanted her to protect herself, and she also opened her to Ash, wanting to eliminate the threat of the haunting ghost, and it was also a threat to She Zhengxiao.

Accumulated criminal records, making her look like a hot-tempered, irritable, and ruthless beast. So now He Zhengxiao probably just thinks that it was he who gave her a fierce weapon that made her hurt Charlotte.

The whole world doesn't believe it, and so does he.

Qiao Weihuan slapped Glock, showing a faint smile, not wanting to waste time explaining, so he simply nodded, "Yes." ”

However, she didn't know that in He Zhengxiao's eyes, she was really not smart.

Pressing Charlotte step by step, in the end, will only force herself to have no way out, just like just now.

So from the very beginning, he asked her to leave Buckingham Palace. It's just that she is so stubborn, she will plunge into it if she sees it, and no one can pull it back. Growing bolder and learning to lie?

Behind that represents her subconscious......

He Zhengxiao half-closed his eyes, holding back the surging night at the bottom of his eyes, "Huanhuan." ”

An unpredictable sound lingered in the rear compartment, in vain the temperature cooled a little, Qiao Weihuan pinched the fingers of the qiang handle, and couldn't help but tighten.

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting stiffer and stiffer, and the stagnant air was solidified, Uncle Zhong carefully parked the car, "Young Master, Young Madam, we have arrived." ”

Qiao Weihuan rolled his eyes, and the car stopped at He Zhengxiao's manor in London.

He Zhengxiao opened the car door, stepped straight away with his long legs, paused halfway, and looked sideways, she was still sitting in the car.

"Uncle Zhong." Qiao Weihuan stuffed Glock back into the gap, "Can you send me back to Manchester?" ”

Xu Zhongshu is still on the hospital bed, she wants to go back to see him, ask Fu Minglang to go to Germany, carefully check Mrs. Xu's whereabouts, and there are still things to Fu Minglang to do, and maybe Fang Shuyu to come over.

In the past, there were so many people around her who could be used, and if she explained it in one sentence, there would be results soon. However, even Scott is Charlotte's person, and she will never use a man in a suit to do things again.

Uncle Zhong looked at the tall man outside the car in embarrassment, "Young lady......"

Qiao Weihuan was not difficult for Uncle Zhong, and hooked the lock of the car door, but the door was opened from the outside.

He Zhengxiao bent down, his arm passed through the crook of her leg, and he couldn't help but pick her out, and then his arm was slightly stronger.

Qiao Weihuan was startled by his movements, and when she came back to her senses, she had been resisted by He Zhengxiao to Wei'an's broad shoulders, and in the flipped vision, she could only see his slender calves. She was afraid that she would fall, so she grabbed the hem of He Zhengxiao's coat and didn't dare to move. However, the muscles and bones on his shoulders were so hard that they pressed against her stomach, making her sick to her stomach a little, "You let me go-"

"A handful of Glock will satisfy you?"

He Zhengxiao easily wrapped his arms around her thin waist, and his dark gaze swept away, and the servants with their heads lowered stepped back one after another. He strode into the living room and put Qiao Weihuan on the velvet sofa, "I can't see it, I may have to give you a duke." ”

Qiao Weihuan just sat down, hunched over and covered her stomach, and when she heard this, she was a little stunned and froze.

"The Duchess of Manchester and the Duchess of Dumville, which do you want? Or do you want both? ”

He Zhengxiao bent down slowly, his arms propped up on her side, and his body was full of cold breath, covered with a large shadow, "No one will believe it, no one will listen to it, your doubts and uneasiness come from inequality in status, then I will give you status." ”

Qiao Weihuan reacted for a moment before she understood what he meant. Her eyes widened in disbelief, and her skin was like a fresh white glaze, bloodless.

He Zhengxiao chuckled, but there was no smile in his eyes, and the gloomy cold color suppressed her breathing heavily.

"In the future, you don't have to find the Speaker of the House of Lords and the Queen, no one can threaten you anymore, Charlotte can't, not even me."

Qiao Weihuan trembled her lips and suddenly raised her hand.

But He Zhengxiao moved faster than her, easily grabbed her wrist, and pressed heavily on the sofa, not letting her slap fall.

There was a tingling pain on the back of his hand, it was Qiao Weihuan who twisted his wrist, and when he couldn't break free, he grabbed the back of his hand with his other hand, and the round nails sank deep into his skin, leaving several red marks on the back of his hand.

He Zhengxiao's gaze withdrew from the red, and asked her unhurriedly: "I was told that I was angry?" ”

Qiao Weihuan's eyes were red, staring at his sharp nose, and from that angle, it could be seen that behind this man's clear thinking, there was a lot of human affection.

“…… You're a jerk. ”

She has not forgotten the reason why she has persevered until now, on the one hand, she does not want to compromise with the threat, and more because of He Zhengxiao.

There may only be one vigorous relationship in this life, mixed with many small emotions, and now it is too heavy to peel off, and she wants to stick to it.

It's a pity that He Zhengxiao made her feel like a fool who insisted on this thing.

He Zhengxiao's eyes were slightly dark, and the invisible wind and snow on the tip of his eyebrows were surging. His hand was on Qiao Weihuan's neck, and his thumb rubbed lightly on the black butterfly, but the gentle strength made the butterfly's tentacles tremble.

"Why, neither of those two will satisfy you?"

Leaning close to Qiao Weihuan's lips, he keenly felt her bend her knees, He Zhengxiao's eyes did not droop, and his other hand directly pressed her legs.

Just when his lips were about to touch, Qiao Weihuan turned his head and covered his mouth, making He Zhengxiao move.

It was like a whistle was sounding in my ears, and the long roar was endless, and my stomach was tumbling over the river, and the sour gas was surging straight up. Qiao Weihuan was forced to burst into tears, curled up uncomfortably, and began to retch loudly.

With a hand on his back and a gentle pat, Qiao Weihuan opened He Zhengxiao's arm, climbed off the sofa with soft feet, stumbled against the wall, pushed open the door of the maid's rest room nearby, and went into the bathroom to lock the door.

Qiao Weihuan turned on the faucet, washed away her retching, and didn't turn off the water when she felt more comfortable. Leaning against the wall, her unfocused eyes staring at the white tiles opposite, she slowly covered her stomach and slid down to the cold floor.

In the living room, He Zhengxiao slowly straightened up, unbuttoned the top of his shirt with his long fingers, picked up his coat with the other hand, and walked out of the living room with heavy steps.

Uncle Zhong followed him down the steps, and suddenly heard his low voice: "Uncle Zhong, you stay." ”

This is not worrying about Qiao Weihuan, after all, Qiao Weihuan refuses to communicate when he is in a bad mood, but he can still say a few words to Uncle Zhong to soothe and soothe.

Uncle Zhong sighed and didn't say anything, only responded: "Yes, young master." ”

He Zhengxiao put on his coat and pulled the car door open, and the car started quickly, the powerful engine hissed, and then drove out of the manor quickly, leaving a line of flying dust.

The car crossed the plains, climbed the low slopes, and finally flicked its tail neatly and stopped halfway up the mountain.

He Zhengxiao leaned back in the seat, raised his arm to his forehead, and closed his eyes deeply.

The woman's pale face was all in her mind, her mouth tightly covered, and her moist eyes were full of undisguised tiredness and sporadic disgust.

That scene lingered in his heart forever, and every time it moved, it was a complex and indescribable taste.

The cold wind poured in through the open windows, driving the sharp short hair and a low sigh that could not be heard.

The sky gradually darkened, the miserable moon slowly climbed up the hillside, and the manor not far away was lit up, and the bright colors of the stars warmed the cold color of the still painting in a moment.

He Zhengxiao lowered his arm, put it on the door frame of the car, and his dark eyes fixed on the dark bedroom window.

Vaguely, the bedroom light was on, and a slender shadow stood at the window, and stood for a long time.

It was as if there were invisible mountains and seas in the middle, looking at him from afar in exhaustion.

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He Zhengxiao lowered his eyes slightly, and caught a glimpse of her stiffly raising her two hands, taking her small hands with her big hands, and slowly putting them into her coat pockets.

After the heavy dark gray, his fingers overlapped and his skin touched, but Qiao Weihuan felt that He Zhengxiao's hand was not warm at all.

He took Qiao Weihuan downstairs and left Buckingham Palace, with heavy footsteps all the way. Qiao Weihuan lowered his head, and he didn't know if his expression was as cold as his steps, in short, it wouldn't look good.

Uncle Zhong opened the car door, He Zhengxiao withdrew his arm, stepped into the carriage with long legs, and gently patted his side with his palm.

Qiao Weihuan stared at him for a long time, and didn't raise his feet. Feeling her dark gaze, He Zhengxiao leaned over and stretched his arms, scooped her in directly, hooked the car door lock with his long fingers, and closed the door heavily.

In the dull sound of "clang", He Zhengxiao asked her in a low voice: "Huanhuan, you can't wait?" ”

After Qiao Weihuan sat down, he moved his position back, "What's wrong with me?" ”

"I said give me time."

"I gave it."

He Zhengxiao was almost laughed at by her lifeless tone, he straightened up and pinched her chin with his long fingers, "That's because I didn't give enough explanation?" ”

His strength is not small, Qiao Weihuan was a little painful, and he was forced to raise his eyes and meet his heroic and cold face.

In the vast black under the eyes, there are two small figures reflected, because they are too small, they can only see the outline clearly.

Qiao Weihuan licked her dry lips and asked him in a dumb voice, "What did you give an explanation?" ”

He Zhengxiao's deep eyes locked on her and traced her face with his gaze.

"Tell me what you want."

He let go of his hand, leaned half into the saddle, and reached into the gap between the seat and the backrest with his long fingers, and when he took it out again, he had an extra Glock in his hand.

He Zhengxiao put Glock on Qiao Weihuan's knee, "This kind of confession, huh?" ”

This is not Qiao Weihuan's Glock, she was taken away by the guards, and it was the first time she saw qiang in the car, it should have been prepared by He Zhengxiao in the car with an accident.

But there is not much difference, they are all qiang.

Qiao Weihuan held the qiang handle, she already knew this model very well, every structure and part was engraved in her head.

She had been prescribed several qiang, the first time in Syria, where she was injected and induced by the environment to develop a mental abnormality. After that, He Zhengxiao gave her Glock, because she wanted her to protect herself, and she also opened her to Ash, wanting to eliminate the threat of the haunting ghost, and it was also a threat to She Zhengxiao.

Accumulated criminal records, making her look like a hot-tempered, irritable, and ruthless beast. So now He Zhengxiao probably just thinks that it was he who gave her a fierce weapon that made her hurt Charlotte.

The whole world doesn't believe it, and so does he.

Qiao Weihuan slapped Glock, showing a faint smile, not wanting to waste time explaining, so he simply nodded, "Yes." ”

However, she didn't know that in He Zhengxiao's eyes, she was really not smart.

Pressing Charlotte step by step, in the end, will only force herself to have no way out, just like just now.

So from the very beginning, he asked her to leave Buckingham Palace. It's just that she is so stubborn, she will plunge into it if she sees it, and no one can pull it back. Growing bolder and learning to lie?

Behind that represents her subconscious......

He Zhengxiao half-closed his eyes, holding back the surging night at the bottom of his eyes, "Huanhuan." ”

An unpredictable sound lingered in the rear compartment, in vain the temperature cooled a little, Qiao Weihuan pinched the fingers of the qiang handle, and couldn't help but tighten.

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting stiffer and stiffer, and the stagnant air was solidified, Uncle Zhong carefully parked the car, "Young Master, Young Madam, we have arrived." ”

Qiao Weihuan rolled his eyes, and the car stopped at He Zhengxiao's manor in London.

He Zhengxiao opened the car door, stepped straight away with his long legs, paused halfway, and looked sideways, she was still sitting in the car.

"Uncle Zhong." Qiao Weihuan stuffed Glock back into the gap, "Can you send me back to Manchester?" ”

Xu Zhongshu is still on the hospital bed, she wants to go back to see him, ask Fu Minglang to go to Germany, carefully check Mrs. Xu's whereabouts, and there are still things to Fu Minglang to do, and maybe Fang Shuyu to come over.

In the past, there were so many people around her who could be used, and if she explained it in one sentence, there would be results soon. However, even Scott is Charlotte's person, and she will never use a man in a suit to do things again.

Uncle Zhong looked at the tall man outside the car in embarrassment, "Young lady......"

Qiao Weihuan was not difficult for Uncle Zhong, and hooked the lock of the car door, but the door was opened from the outside.

He Zhengxiao bent down, his arm passed through the crook of her leg, and he couldn't help but pick her out, and then his arm was slightly stronger.

Qiao Weihuan was startled by his movements, and when she came back to her senses, she had been resisted by He Zhengxiao to Wei'an's broad shoulders, and in the flipped vision, she could only see his slender calves. She was afraid that she would fall, so she grabbed the hem of He Zhengxiao's coat and didn't dare to move. However, the muscles and bones on his shoulders were so hard that they pressed against her stomach, making her sick to her stomach a little, "You let me go-"

"A handful of Glock will satisfy you?"

He Zhengxiao easily wrapped his arms around her thin waist, and his dark gaze swept away, and the servants with their heads lowered stepped back one after another. He strode into the living room and put Qiao Weihuan on the velvet sofa, "I can't see it, I may have to give you a duke." ”

Qiao Weihuan just sat down, hunched over and covered her stomach, and when she heard this, she was a little stunned and froze.

"The Duchess of Manchester and the Duchess of Dumville, which do you want? Or do you want both? ”

He Zhengxiao bent down slowly, his arms propped up on her side, and his body was full of cold breath, covered with a large shadow, "No one will believe it, no one will listen to it, your doubts and uneasiness come from inequality in status, then I will give you status." ”

Qiao Weihuan reacted for a moment before she understood what he meant. Her eyes widened in disbelief, and her skin was like a fresh white glaze, bloodless.

He Zhengxiao chuckled, but there was no smile in his eyes, and the gloomy cold color suppressed her breathing heavily.

"In the future, you don't have to find the Speaker of the House of Lords and the Queen, no one can threaten you anymore, Charlotte can't, not even me."

Qiao Weihuan trembled her lips and suddenly raised her hand.

But He Zhengxiao moved faster than her, easily grabbed her wrist, and pressed heavily on the sofa, not letting her slap fall.

There was a tingling pain on the back of his hand, it was Qiao Weihuan who twisted his wrist, and when he couldn't break free, he grabbed the back of his hand with his other hand, and the round nails sank deep into his skin, leaving several red marks on the back of his hand.

He Zhengxiao's gaze withdrew from the red, and asked her unhurriedly: "I was told that I was angry?" ”

Qiao Weihuan's eyes were red, staring at his sharp nose, and from that angle, it could be seen that behind this man's clear thinking, there was a lot of human affection.

“…… You're a jerk. ”

She has not forgotten the reason why she has persevered until now, on the one hand, she does not want to compromise with the threat, and more because of He Zhengxiao.

There may only be one vigorous relationship in this life, mixed with many small emotions, and now it is too heavy to peel off, and she wants to stick to it.

It's a pity that He Zhengxiao made her feel like a fool who insisted on this thing.

He Zhengxiao's eyes were slightly dark, and the invisible wind and snow on the tip of his eyebrows were surging. His hand was on Qiao Weihuan's neck, and his thumb rubbed lightly on the black butterfly, but the gentle strength made the butterfly's tentacles tremble.

"Why, neither of those two will satisfy you?"

Leaning close to Qiao Weihuan's lips, he keenly felt her bend her knees, He Zhengxiao's eyes did not droop, and his other hand directly pressed her legs.

Just when his lips were about to touch, Qiao Weihuan turned his head and covered his mouth, making He Zhengxiao move.

It was like a whistle was sounding in my ears, and the long roar was endless, and my stomach was tumbling over the river, and the sour gas was surging straight up. Qiao Weihuan was forced to burst into tears, curled up uncomfortably, and began to retch loudly.

With a hand on his back and a gentle pat, Qiao Weihuan opened He Zhengxiao's arm, climbed off the sofa with soft feet, stumbled against the wall, pushed open the door of the maid's rest room nearby, and went into the bathroom to lock the door.

Qiao Weihuan turned on the faucet, washed away her retching, and didn't turn off the water when she felt more comfortable. Leaning against the wall, her unfocused eyes staring at the white tiles opposite, she slowly covered her stomach and slid down to the cold floor.

In the living room, He Zhengxiao slowly straightened up, unbuttoned the top of his shirt with his long fingers, picked up his coat with the other hand, and walked out of the living room with heavy steps.

Uncle Zhong followed him down the steps, and suddenly heard his low voice: "Uncle Zhong, you stay." ”

This is not worrying about Qiao Weihuan, after all, Qiao Weihuan refuses to communicate when he is in a bad mood, but he can still say a few words to Uncle Zhong to soothe and soothe.

Uncle Zhong sighed and didn't say anything, only responded: "Yes, young master." ”

He Zhengxiao put on his coat and pulled the car door open, and the car started quickly, the powerful engine hissed, and then drove out of the manor quickly, leaving a line of flying dust.

The car crossed the plains, climbed the low slopes, and finally flicked its tail neatly and stopped halfway up the mountain.

He Zhengxiao leaned back in the seat, raised his arm to his forehead, and closed his eyes deeply.

The woman's pale face was all in her mind, her mouth tightly covered, and her moist eyes were full of undisguised tiredness and sporadic disgust.

That scene lingered in his heart forever, and every time it moved, it was a complex and indescribable taste.

The cold wind poured in through the open windows, driving the sharp short hair and a low sigh that could not be heard.

The sky gradually darkened, the miserable moon slowly climbed up the hillside, and the manor not far away was lit up, and the bright colors of the stars warmed the cold color of the still painting in a moment.

He Zhengxiao lowered his arm, put it on the door frame of the car, and his dark eyes fixed on the dark bedroom window.

Vaguely, the bedroom light was on, and a slender shadow stood at the window, and stood for a long time.

It was as if there were invisible mountains and seas in the middle, looking at him from afar in exhaustion.

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