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He Zhengxiao sat on the edge of the bed, staring at Qiao Weihuan's expression with a good purpose.

She was still sleeping, her scalded left side of her face was covered with a chilled towel, her brows were twisted into knots that could not be dissolved, and her face was bloodless white, and she seemed to be very cold.

But she was already covered with two layers of quilts, and the sweat on her face and neck kept falling, wetting the plain sheets.

He raised his hand and wiped the sweat from the woman's forehead with his cold fingers.

At the end of the bed, Cui Chengchuan took out a cigarette and a lighter boredly.

He Zhengxiao didn't look at him at all, but when he took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, he said in a cold voice: "Go out." ”

Cui Chengchuan took the cigarette in his mouth, looked intently at the woman who was sleeping very unsteadily, raised his eyebrows and turned around.

His footsteps were inaudible, and his movements were carefully restrained, but when he closed the door, he inevitably made a "click".

"Hmm......"

Qiao Weihuan's long eyelashes suddenly trembled, her eyes rolled rapidly, and she whimpered in pain.

The white lips opened and closed quietly, but no more sound could be made.

He Zhengxiao frowned slightly, leaned over, and patted the woman's cheek softly with his big hand.

"Huanhuan ......"

Have you dreamed of the past?

……

From that gap, little Qiao Weihuan saw a faint candlelight.

The cellar floor was damp and cold, slippery and oozing a little light.

Someone was unkempt and curled up on the ground, squirming in pain. The white dress she was wearing was so dirty that she couldn't see her original color, and it was dotted with black, I don't know if it was mud or blood.

She crawled on all fours, moving slowly and in an eerie position, dragging a terrifying dark color on the ground as she moved.

She's bleeding.

Qiao Weihuan, who was very young, suddenly realized this, she jumped up from the ground in vain, frantically pulled the door lock, banged on the cellar door, and shouted something nonsense.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard she tried, the door would not open.

Little Qiao Wei cried out in a hurry, she wiped her face fiercely, glanced around the dilapidated cabin, and then stumbled to a hammer standing by the wall.

The hammer was too heavy, Xiao Qiao Weihuan couldn't carry it at all, she dragged the hammer over, and when the iron scraped the ground, the screams that came out of the friction made the roots of people's teeth sour.

Finally reaching the cellar door, she gritted her teeth, raised the hammer slightly, and slammed it down.

Once, twice, three times, she couldn't remember how many times she had smashed it, only that the lock still wouldn't open, and in the crack she was staring at, a pair of eyes suddenly appeared.

It was a woman's eyes, as oppressed as a dark cellar, in which it seemed that all anger would be torn into ashes.

She was so shocked by those eyes that she couldn't move, almost drowning in the woman's lifeless eyes, and the hammer in her hand fell weakly.

Qiao Weihuan didn't want to continue dreaming, she struggled to open her eyes, wanting to forcibly stop this terrible old dream. Her will was stronger than ever, and the cabins, cracks, and women's eyes in her dreams began to crumble inch by inch, and the fragments were about to dissipate.

However, I don't know where a subtle "click" came from, which coincided with the "clang" of the hammer falling to the ground, and the dream continued.

She had to keep dreaming, keep watching.

Seeing the tattered copper lock smashed open, she quickly opened the door of the cellar and stretched out her immature little hand into the darkness.

The woman hesitated, for a long, long time before she tentatively stretched out her sticky hand.

The hands were dry and thin, but when they touched Qiao Weihuan's hands, they held them like grasping the last straw.

The young Qiao Wei smiled happily, and she and the woman who had climbed up with great difficulty pushed open the door of the wooden house and ran towards the unknown world.

Running and running, the scene suddenly changed.

The empty wilderness becomes a corner of the city, a shadow behind the brilliant lights, and the alleys are so deep and cramped that only a little light can be seen at the end of the narrow alleys.

She and the woman ran to the exit in a panic, and just as they were about to run out of the alley, the surroundings suddenly went dark.

In every city, there are barriers built by capital, and there are some human beings who have been worn out of humanity and conscience by the world outside the barriers, including the developed Manchester.

Qiao Weihuan watched as the woman was caught by the black shadows pouring out from all directions, she struggled in panic, desperately cried, and faintly called for help but did not rush out of the narrow alley and convey it to anyone.

And the little one rushed forward with all her might, trying to save the woman from the hands of the beasts, but she was only beaten to the ground by the fist that appeared in the air.

She threw herself to the ground, slamming into the puddle, and the sound of the sky that came with it was low and muffled, making the dream shake slightly.

“…… Huanhuan. ”

Xiao Qiao Weihuan lifted her eyelids with difficulty and looked in the direction of the woman blankly.

She saw the woman being pulled by the hair, rudely pressed to the ground, and slapped a few times mercilessly, knocking out her struggle and resistance little by little.

In the end, the woman was dragged like a rag into another alley at the fork in the road.

"You're dreaming."

Xiao Qiao Weihuan picked at the cold and hard floor tiles under her, and in her swollen eyes, tears gathered drop by drop, slid over her face overwhelmed, and fell on the dusty floor tiles.

"It's time to wake up."

……

Qiao Weihuan opened her eyes tiredly, her unfocused eyes couldn't see anything clearly, and she didn't know what it was or what it was.

It wasn't dawn yet, and the dim light outside had turned the furniture into black shadows, and she couldn't help but think of the tall beasts in the alley.

The malice in and out of the dream was overwhelming, and she couldn't breathe, and she breathed heavily with a pale face.

Strong fingers gripped her chin, forcing her to turn her face away.

The sloppy eyes gradually returned to clarity, He Zhengxiao's outline became clear, his handsome face showed a little frost, the night at the bottom of his eyes was thick and depressed, and he looked down at her condescendingly.

"See, where is this?"

Qiao Weihuan opened her mouth to say "your home", but she didn't make a sound.

He Zhengxiao slowly lifted the quilt and got on the bed, took off the towel on her face, passed his arm through the back of her neck, gently helped the weak woman up, took the water cup from the cabinet next to him, and coaxed her in a mellow voice, "Obedient, drink saliva first." ”

Qiao Weihuan took a sip of saliva and swallowed it before he reacted, the water was sweet.

She was sweating profusely, and now was the time to be thirsty, and the honey water was more comfortable to drink, and she poured a whole cup unconsciously.

Today's He Zhengxiao was very patient, and after feeding her and drinking water, his big hand gently stroked the back of her head, "Is there anything uncomfortable?" ”

Qiao Weihuan leaned on He Zhengxiao's arms and shook his head. Her hand hesitated, but finally slowly lifted it around the man's waist.

It was probably because He Zhengxiao appeared too timely tonight, forcefully pulled her out of the endless nightmare, and made her rise a little bit of "it's better to be accompanied" for the first time.

He Zhengxiao's hand on top of her head paused slightly, and soon the reassuring beat began again.

Now, presumably, is the time when her defense mechanisms are at their weakest.

"What dreams, huh?"

The injury on the face is not serious, it doesn't hurt anymore. Qiao Weihuan simply buried most of his face in his chest, his fine eyelashes trembled, and swept over the man's tight chest like a brush.

"I dreamed that I was getting old, my fans didn't love me anymore, no one was looking for me to film or endorse, so I could only go to the restaurant to wash the dishes, and I had a miserable life every day...... Luckily, it was a dream, and it scared me to death. ”

Sling the bull.

He Zhengxiao lowered his eyes, and his deep gaze fell on the top of her hair, "Are you afraid that you won't have money to spend as a major shareholder?" ”

Qiao Weihuan said sullenly: "It's the shareholders who don't have any money, you said it." ”

He Zhengxiao was almost amused by her, his slender fingers slowly slid between the woman's hair, and asked her in a low voice: "Didn't you say that you are not short of money, and you can still support me?" ”

Qiao Weihuan: "......"

She silently let go of her hand, wanting to turn around and go back to sleep.

He Zhengxiao's hand rested on her back, preventing her from turning over. The big hand took her small hand, up the contour of every muscle in his chest, and landed on the place of his heart, "A sense of security is not something that money can pile up. ”

The tone of his speech is always neither light nor serious, with a little indescribable warmth and smile, but every word is a temptation and deception.

"It's never money that scares you."

Qiao Weihuan closed her mouth exhausted and stopped speaking completely.

When dreaming, the sweat on Qiao Weihuan's body scrambled to rise, and now the quilt was damp, which made Qiao Weihuan very uncomfortable. She lay down for a while, but gradually lost her sleepiness, and simply raised her head from He Zhengxiao's chest.

He Zhengxiao closed his eyes and remained motionless, as if he was asleep.

Qiao Weihuan endured it for a while, but she didn't see He Zhengxiao waking up, so she simply moved the arm that was holding her waist.

Just moved slightly, He Zhengxiao's arm used force to hug the person tighter.

Qiao Weihuan pouted, "I'm getting up." ”

He Zhengxiao rubbed the top of her hair, and his voice was hoarse: "Don't make trouble." ”

Qiao Weihuan: "...... It's not noisy, I'm serious, I'm going to get up, you let go of me first. ”

"Huanhuan, you have to be reasonable." He Zhengxiao turned his face slightly, and said to her in a calm tone: "You made me so troubled that I couldn't sleep for most of the night, and you still won't let me sleep?" ”

"Did I let you sleep?"

He Zhengxiao opened his eyes slowly, his profound gaze fell heavily on her face, and he said meaningfully: "You move around, how can I sleep?" ”

Qiao Weihuan realized his words, and then glared at him with a hellish face.

This thing seems to be saying, the current posture of the two of them is easy to rub and heat?

Day by day, why is he so energetic?

Qiao Weihuan lay dryly in He Zhengxiao's arms, staring at his perfect jaw, eager to slap the goods back to Manchester.

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Remember for a second No pop-ups

……

He Zhengxiao sat on the edge of the bed, staring at Qiao Weihuan's expression with a good purpose.

She was still sleeping, her scalded left side of her face was covered with a chilled towel, her brows were twisted into knots that could not be dissolved, and her face was bloodless white, and she seemed to be very cold.

But she was already covered with two layers of quilts, and the sweat on her face and neck kept falling, wetting the plain sheets.

He raised his hand and wiped the sweat from the woman's forehead with his cold fingers.

At the end of the bed, Cui Chengchuan took out a cigarette and a lighter boredly.

He Zhengxiao didn't look at him at all, but when he took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, he said in a cold voice: "Go out." ”

Cui Chengchuan took the cigarette in his mouth, looked intently at the woman who was sleeping very unsteadily, raised his eyebrows and turned around.

His footsteps were inaudible, and his movements were carefully restrained, but when he closed the door, he inevitably made a "click".

"Hmm......"

Qiao Weihuan's long eyelashes suddenly trembled, her eyes rolled rapidly, and she whimpered in pain.

The white lips opened and closed quietly, but no more sound could be made.

He Zhengxiao frowned slightly, leaned over, and patted the woman's cheek softly with his big hand.

"Huanhuan ......"

Have you dreamed of the past?

……

From that gap, little Qiao Weihuan saw a faint candlelight.

The cellar floor was damp and cold, slippery and oozing a little light.

Someone was unkempt and curled up on the ground, squirming in pain. The white dress she was wearing was so dirty that she couldn't see her original color, and it was dotted with black, I don't know if it was mud or blood.

She crawled on all fours, moving slowly and in an eerie position, dragging a terrifying dark color on the ground as she moved.

She's bleeding.

Qiao Weihuan, who was very young, suddenly realized this, she jumped up from the ground in vain, frantically pulled the door lock, banged on the cellar door, and shouted something nonsense.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard she tried, the door would not open.

Little Qiao Wei cried out in a hurry, she wiped her face fiercely, glanced around the dilapidated cabin, and then stumbled to a hammer standing by the wall.

The hammer was too heavy, Xiao Qiao Weihuan couldn't carry it at all, she dragged the hammer over, and when the iron scraped the ground, the screams that came out of the friction made the roots of people's teeth sour.

Finally reaching the cellar door, she gritted her teeth, raised the hammer slightly, and slammed it down.

Once, twice, three times, she couldn't remember how many times she had smashed it, only that the lock still wouldn't open, and in the crack she was staring at, a pair of eyes suddenly appeared.

It was a woman's eyes, as oppressed as a dark cellar, in which it seemed that all anger would be torn into ashes.

She was so shocked by those eyes that she couldn't move, almost drowning in the woman's lifeless eyes, and the hammer in her hand fell weakly.

Qiao Weihuan didn't want to continue dreaming, she struggled to open her eyes, wanting to forcibly stop this terrible old dream. Her will was stronger than ever, and the cabins, cracks, and women's eyes in her dreams began to crumble inch by inch, and the fragments were about to dissipate.

However, I don't know where a subtle "click" came from, which coincided with the "clang" of the hammer falling to the ground, and the dream continued.

She had to keep dreaming, keep watching.

Seeing the tattered copper lock smashed open, she quickly opened the door of the cellar and stretched out her immature little hand into the darkness.

The woman hesitated, for a long, long time before she tentatively stretched out her sticky hand.

The hands were dry and thin, but when they touched Qiao Weihuan's hands, they held them like grasping the last straw.

The young Qiao Wei smiled happily, and she and the woman who had climbed up with great difficulty pushed open the door of the wooden house and ran towards the unknown world.

Running and running, the scene suddenly changed.

The empty wilderness becomes a corner of the city, a shadow behind the brilliant lights, and the alleys are so deep and cramped that only a little light can be seen at the end of the narrow alleys.

She and the woman ran to the exit in a panic, and just as they were about to run out of the alley, the surroundings suddenly went dark.

In every city, there are barriers built by capital, and there are some human beings who have been worn out of humanity and conscience by the world outside the barriers, including the developed Manchester.

Qiao Weihuan watched as the woman was caught by the black shadows pouring out from all directions, she struggled in panic, desperately cried, and faintly called for help but did not rush out of the narrow alley and convey it to anyone.

And the little one rushed forward with all her might, trying to save the woman from the hands of the beasts, but she was only beaten to the ground by the fist that appeared in the air.

She threw herself to the ground, slamming into the puddle, and the sound of the sky that came with it was low and muffled, making the dream shake slightly.

“…… Huanhuan. ”

Xiao Qiao Weihuan lifted her eyelids with difficulty and looked in the direction of the woman blankly.

She saw the woman being pulled by the hair, rudely pressed to the ground, and slapped a few times mercilessly, knocking out her struggle and resistance little by little.

In the end, the woman was dragged like a rag into another alley at the fork in the road.

"You're dreaming."

Xiao Qiao Weihuan picked at the cold and hard floor tiles under her, and in her swollen eyes, tears gathered drop by drop, slid over her face overwhelmed, and fell on the dusty floor tiles.

"It's time to wake up."

……

Qiao Weihuan opened her eyes tiredly, her unfocused eyes couldn't see anything clearly, and she didn't know what it was or what it was.

It wasn't dawn yet, and the dim light outside had turned the furniture into black shadows, and she couldn't help but think of the tall beasts in the alley.

The malice in and out of the dream was overwhelming, and she couldn't breathe, and she breathed heavily with a pale face.

Strong fingers gripped her chin, forcing her to turn her face away.

The sloppy eyes gradually returned to clarity, He Zhengxiao's outline became clear, his handsome face showed a little frost, the night at the bottom of his eyes was thick and depressed, and he looked down at her condescendingly.

"See, where is this?"

Qiao Weihuan opened her mouth to say "your home", but she didn't make a sound.

He Zhengxiao slowly lifted the quilt and got on the bed, took off the towel on her face, passed his arm through the back of her neck, gently helped the weak woman up, took the water cup from the cabinet next to him, and coaxed her in a mellow voice, "Obedient, drink saliva first." ”

Qiao Weihuan took a sip of saliva and swallowed it before he reacted, the water was sweet.

She was sweating profusely, and now was the time to be thirsty, and the honey water was more comfortable to drink, and she poured a whole cup unconsciously.

Today's He Zhengxiao was very patient, and after feeding her and drinking water, his big hand gently stroked the back of her head, "Is there anything uncomfortable?" ”

Qiao Weihuan leaned on He Zhengxiao's arms and shook his head. Her hand hesitated, but finally slowly lifted it around the man's waist.

It was probably because He Zhengxiao appeared too timely tonight, forcefully pulled her out of the endless nightmare, and made her rise a little bit of "it's better to be accompanied" for the first time.

He Zhengxiao's hand on top of her head paused slightly, and soon the reassuring beat began again.

Now, presumably, is the time when her defense mechanisms are at their weakest.

"What dreams, huh?"

The injury on the face is not serious, it doesn't hurt anymore. Qiao Weihuan simply buried most of his face in his chest, his fine eyelashes trembled, and swept over the man's tight chest like a brush.

"I dreamed that I was getting old, my fans didn't love me anymore, no one was looking for me to film or endorse, so I could only go to the restaurant to wash the dishes, and I had a miserable life every day...... Luckily, it was a dream, and it scared me to death. ”

Sling the bull.

He Zhengxiao lowered his eyes, and his deep gaze fell on the top of her hair, "Are you afraid that you won't have money to spend as a major shareholder?" ”

Qiao Weihuan said sullenly: "It's the shareholders who don't have any money, you said it." ”

He Zhengxiao was almost amused by her, his slender fingers slowly slid between the woman's hair, and asked her in a low voice: "Didn't you say that you are not short of money, and you can still support me?" ”

Qiao Weihuan: "......"

She silently let go of her hand, wanting to turn around and go back to sleep.

He Zhengxiao's hand rested on her back, preventing her from turning over. The big hand took her small hand, up the contour of every muscle in his chest, and landed on the place of his heart, "A sense of security is not something that money can pile up. ”

The tone of his speech is always neither light nor serious, with a little indescribable warmth and smile, but every word is a temptation and deception.

"It's never money that scares you."

Qiao Weihuan closed her mouth exhausted and stopped speaking completely.

When dreaming, the sweat on Qiao Weihuan's body scrambled to rise, and now the quilt was damp, which made Qiao Weihuan very uncomfortable. She lay down for a while, but gradually lost her sleepiness, and simply raised her head from He Zhengxiao's chest.

He Zhengxiao closed his eyes and remained motionless, as if he was asleep.

Qiao Weihuan endured it for a while, but she didn't see He Zhengxiao waking up, so she simply moved the arm that was holding her waist.

Just moved slightly, He Zhengxiao's arm used force to hug the person tighter.

Qiao Weihuan pouted, "I'm getting up." ”

He Zhengxiao rubbed the top of her hair, and his voice was hoarse: "Don't make trouble." ”

Qiao Weihuan: "...... It's not noisy, I'm serious, I'm going to get up, you let go of me first. ”

"Huanhuan, you have to be reasonable." He Zhengxiao turned his face slightly, and said to her in a calm tone: "You made me so troubled that I couldn't sleep for most of the night, and you still won't let me sleep?" ”

"Did I let you sleep?"

He Zhengxiao opened his eyes slowly, his profound gaze fell heavily on her face, and he said meaningfully: "You move around, how can I sleep?" ”

Qiao Weihuan realized his words, and then glared at him with a hellish face.

This thing seems to be saying, the current posture of the two of them is easy to rub and heat?

Day by day, why is he so energetic?

Qiao Weihuan lay dryly in He Zhengxiao's arms, staring at his perfect jaw, eager to slap the goods back to Manchester.

For mobile phone users, please browse M. Reading for a better reading experience.