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"You talk too much nonsense and don't want to stay ......"

Qiao Weihuan stretched out his hand and pointed out the door, and said expressionlessly: "Get out, no one will stop you." ”

Her aura was full of energy, and her contempt was unmistakable.

Su Kexuan kept suppressing the fire, and at this time, Qiao Weihuan was so angry that she lost her mind, stood up quickly, grabbed the teacup on the table with red eyes, and threw it at Qiao Weihuan's face without hesitation.

"You're too much, Qiao Weihuan!"

Qiao Weihuan frowned and turned her head, narrowly avoiding the teacup, her face was still stained by the splashed tea, and she turned red.

"You're insane!"

Han Yirou stood up in a panic, pushed Su Kexuan angrily, and then quickly ran to squat down next to Qiao Weihuan, picked up the napkin on the table, and wiped Qiao Weihuan's damp hair and cheeks distressedly.

Seeing Qiao Weihuan's face being burned red, he pointed at Su Kexuan and shouted: "Huan'er didn't welcome you in the first place, you still talk so much, if I were her, I would have beaten you out a long time ago, and it would be your turn to make trouble here!" ”

"Who the hell is doing the trouble!" Su Kexuan was completely overwhelmed, gritted her teeth and said, "If she hadn't been pestering Mo Xilin, you and I would have come over today?!" ”

Han Yirou: "They have been separated for almost two hundred years, pestering your sister!" ”

"She's not pestered? How can you hook Moxilin to look at her photos every day if she is not entangled! ”

Han Yirou was stunned and subconsciously frowned.

Moxilin looks at Huan'er's photos every day? He's ......

Su Kexuan saw that Qiao Weihuan had been hanging her head, and her silent appearance seemed to be acquiescing, she sneered, and bent down angrily to pick Qiao Weihuan's shoulder.

"You pretended to be generous with Moxi, and now you're separated and you're with him endlessly, you-"

Su Kexuan's words stopped abruptly, staring at the water falling from the top of his head in disbelief, and screamed in hindsight. She covered her burned eyelids and sat down on the ground, shouting in horror, "My, my face!" ”

Qiao Weihuan put down the teacup and raised her eyes.

Her eyes were dark, and the light of the box fell into it, condensing into a cold crystal.

"Do you still have a face?"

With a "bang", the door of the box was opened again, and the waiter looked at the messy tatami mat in disbelief, quickly lowered his head, and bent down to Qiao Weihuan: "Miss Qiao, what do you command?" ”

Qiao Weihuan took the tissue from Han Yirou's hand, gently wiped it on her hot cheeks, and said coldly, "Please ask this young lady to go out, thank you." ”

Su Kexuan couldn't open her eyes, she was dragged up from the ground by the waiter, and she fluttered and said cruel words.

"You ruined my face, I'll kill you!!"

When the silence returned to the box, Qiao Wei looked at the pale Lu Xiaoya with a smile.

"Miss Lu, can you talk about things now?"

She put down the tissue, and her tone was very flat: "Actually, I've always been curious, how can Miss Lu make friends with someone like Miss Su who keeps poking people's scars." ”

Lu Xiaoya's face turned two points paler, and her eyes were so red that they seemed to be dripping blood.

She has depression, not something she wants. Su Kexuan didn't consider her mood at all, and mentioned the word "sick" from time to time. She understands that this is because Su Kexuan has no idea how tormented she is when she is sick.

But......

"Xuanxuan is the only one who is willing to accompany me." Lu Xiaoya covered her mouth, and her tears couldn't stop staying, "I only have one friend ...... her"

Qiao Wei nodded happily, "I understand." ”

Lu Xiaoya's shoulders kept shaking, and Qiao Weihuan waited until she had cried enough before continuing to ask, "Then, why do you have to see me?" ”

"I'm ......" Lu Xiaoya raised her head and looked at Qiao Weihuan with misty eyes.

Qiao Weihuan is so beautiful, she is beautiful enough when she is not smiling, and when she laughs, her eyes are raised, and her beauty is even more thrilling.

Healthy, career-oriented, independent, generous, has good friends who will help her get angry, there are many people who like her, and Mrs. Mo, who never gives her a good face, also dotes on her.

Unlike her, without Mosilin, she would not be able to live.

Lu Xiaoya thought about it, and tears flowed silently again.

"Miss Qiao, can I ask you to make it clear to Xilin?"

She covers her face in pain and begs her beloved man's ex-girlfriend in a speechless manner.

"West, West, he doesn't seem to be able to forget your ......"

Coming out of the box, Qiao Weihuan drank two catties of fake wine, and walked very floatingly.

Han Yirou helped her uneasily, and said as she walked: "What are you doing with her, she doesn't hurt you enough......"

After talking and talking, he felt that it was a good thing that Huan'er and Mo Xilin were separated, and now they are living a good life, and they are not miserable at all.

However, Lu Xiaoya lingered between the two of them, and Han Yirou still responded to her from the bottom of her heart, pouting and saying: "I always felt that she didn't look like she was sick, maybe she was going to die or live before, and she was all pretending." ”

"When depression is under control, it's really no different from ordinary people. But if it's serious, it's easy to get killed. ”

Qiao Weihuan rubbed her temples, unwilling to think about these messy trivial matters anymore, bent down to get into the car, first told Uncle Zhong to drive Han Yirou back, and then said to Han Yirou: "It's okay if you are my mother, or if you want to cut off the troubles, in short, I helped Lu Xiaoya this time, and I won't pay attention to her anymore." ”

Han Yirou was blowing Qiao Weihuan's reddened skin on her face, and when she heard this, she was shocked, "Are you really going to talk to Mo Xilin about this?" ”

Qiao Weihuan didn't answer, leaned back on the chair, and closed her eyes tiredly.

It wasn't until Han Yirou thought she wouldn't speak anymore that she heard her extremely soft voice.

"Meat, I don't want to be any woman, as long as they don't make it hard for me. Because women ...... It's pathetic. ”

Han Yirou thought coldly of Qiao's mother, thought of Qiao Weihuan's previous days, and even thought of the women of the Xu family, who were actually very pitiful.

Her heart was sour, and she went to shake Qiao Weihuan's hand with red eyes.

"Huan'er, it's all over, you will get better and better in the future."

Qiao Weihuan was groggy by the temperature in the carriage, nodded almost invisibly, listened to Han Yirou's soft comfort and lullaby, and slept very tiredly for a while.

Unexpectedly, it became a long time. And I slept very unsteadily, feeling as if I had been flying in the sky, and I couldn't stop at all. finally landed, but began to have long old dreams.

In the dream, the sky was overcast, the dense grass was heavy and oppressive dark green, and the large area of lily of the valley in the garden seemed to be afraid, trembling and hanging down its slender neck.

Qiao Weihuan saw herself, very short, very small, about four or five years old, she should have been carefree and didn't understand anything, but her immature face was expressionless, and her eyes were so dark that she was oozing.

She had no intention of admiring the flowers, bypassing patches of lily of the valley and walking on a deep path, occasionally looking back vigilantly to see if anyone had noticed her.

As you walk along the path, the lily of the valley flowers become scarcer and rarer, until finally, it is full of barrenness.

The uninhabited land was empty and silent, except for a dilapidated log cabin, sitting alone.

She carefully pushed open the crumbling wooden door, walked to the northwest corner of the wooden house, lay down on the dusty ground, and raised her little hand to sweep it.

The dust dispersed, revealing a small square cellar door with tattered copper locks on it.

She knocked on the small door, but no one answered. She went to pull the rusty copper lock again, but she was so small that she couldn't pull it at all.

When she was in full swing, an extremely terrible scream suddenly came from her feet, and it pierced her ear like a needle, making her tremble.

The cellar door, which had fallen into disrepair, had been eroded by damp and sand, rotting into a long, twisted and narrow gap. She was stimulated by the scream, and struggled to open the lock, but she couldn't open the door, so she simply put her eyes on the gap, trying to get a glimpse of the truth of the underground world.

But the truth is always cruel, no matter whether you are young or old, once you find a truth that you can't face, it often leaves an indelible wound in your heart.

……

In the study, He Zhengxiao put one hand into the pocket of his trousers, and the other hand was playing with an ancient coin.

Cui Chengchuan leaned lazily on the bookcase, his eyes narrowed nonchalantly, "This is the 'pass' in Xie Sanchang?" ”

The material of the coin in He Zhengxiao's hand is unknown, and the texture is unexpectedly heavy, turning over and over between his slender fingers, and every time the angle of the flip changes, the obscure pattern on it will change.

At first glance, it looks like a cluster of flowers, but when you look closely, it looks like a hideous eagle head and a wolf head, strangely spliced on the same body.

There was a slight sound outside the courtyard, and He Zhengxiao lowered his eyes slightly.

The white Maybach slowly drove into the yard, and Uncle Zhong opened the back door, as if he was saying something to the people in the car.

He Zhengxiao stopped moving, raised his hand, and the ancient coins drew a flickering arc in mid-air.

Cui Chengchuan stretched out his arm to catch it, and followed, and the tall figure walked in front of him without squinting.

He glanced out the window, sneered, and slipped the coin into his jacket pocket.

"I take back the words of the last time, the little butterfly is not small."

Uncle Zhong was worried - Han Yirou sent it back, but Qiao Weihuan fell asleep.

Because of his decathlon, there is no second servant here besides him. Now he didn't wake up Qiao Weihuan, nor did he pick up someone to get out of the car in person, and he was helpless to poke into a pile.

Fortunately, He Zhengxiao went downstairs, he walked to the car with steady steps, bent down, and saw Qiao Weihuan's quiet sleeping face.

She curled up and frowned, she was probably having a bad dream.

Arms stretched, steadily carrying the woman out of the car.

Qiao Weihuan moved uncomfortably, but he didn't wake up, and the thin sweat on his forehead left a shallow mark on his shirt.

When he turned his head, the unnatural red on the left cheek pierced his eyes abruptly.

The night at the bottom of He Zhengxiao's eyes rolled up, and the elegance around him cracked a sharp gap, and his deep face was instantly stained with a layer of frost.

Half turned to the side, and there was an invisible danger in his mellow voice.

"Who hurt her face?"

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Remember for a second No pop-ups

"You talk too much nonsense and don't want to stay ......"

Qiao Weihuan stretched out his hand and pointed out the door, and said expressionlessly: "Get out, no one will stop you." ”

Her aura was full of energy, and her contempt was unmistakable.

Su Kexuan kept suppressing the fire, and at this time, Qiao Weihuan was so angry that she lost her mind, stood up quickly, grabbed the teacup on the table with red eyes, and threw it at Qiao Weihuan's face without hesitation.

"You're too much, Qiao Weihuan!"

Qiao Weihuan frowned and turned her head, narrowly avoiding the teacup, her face was still stained by the splashed tea, and she turned red.

"You're insane!"

Han Yirou stood up in a panic, pushed Su Kexuan angrily, and then quickly ran to squat down next to Qiao Weihuan, picked up the napkin on the table, and wiped Qiao Weihuan's damp hair and cheeks distressedly.

Seeing Qiao Weihuan's face being burned red, he pointed at Su Kexuan and shouted: "Huan'er didn't welcome you in the first place, you still talk so much, if I were her, I would have beaten you out a long time ago, and it would be your turn to make trouble here!" ”

"Who the hell is doing the trouble!" Su Kexuan was completely overwhelmed, gritted her teeth and said, "If she hadn't been pestering Mo Xilin, you and I would have come over today?!" ”

Han Yirou: "They have been separated for almost two hundred years, pestering your sister!" ”

"She's not pestered? How can you hook Moxilin to look at her photos every day if she is not entangled! ”

Han Yirou was stunned and subconsciously frowned.

Moxilin looks at Huan'er's photos every day? He's ......

Su Kexuan saw that Qiao Weihuan had been hanging her head, and her silent appearance seemed to be acquiescing, she sneered, and bent down angrily to pick Qiao Weihuan's shoulder.

"You pretended to be generous with Moxi, and now you're separated and you're with him endlessly, you-"

Su Kexuan's words stopped abruptly, staring at the water falling from the top of his head in disbelief, and screamed in hindsight. She covered her burned eyelids and sat down on the ground, shouting in horror, "My, my face!" ”

Qiao Weihuan put down the teacup and raised her eyes.

Her eyes were dark, and the light of the box fell into it, condensing into a cold crystal.

"Do you still have a face?"

With a "bang", the door of the box was opened again, and the waiter looked at the messy tatami mat in disbelief, quickly lowered his head, and bent down to Qiao Weihuan: "Miss Qiao, what do you command?" ”

Qiao Weihuan took the tissue from Han Yirou's hand, gently wiped it on her hot cheeks, and said coldly, "Please ask this young lady to go out, thank you." ”

Su Kexuan couldn't open her eyes, she was dragged up from the ground by the waiter, and she fluttered and said cruel words.

"You ruined my face, I'll kill you!!"

When the silence returned to the box, Qiao Wei looked at the pale Lu Xiaoya with a smile.

"Miss Lu, can you talk about things now?"

She put down the tissue, and her tone was very flat: "Actually, I've always been curious, how can Miss Lu make friends with someone like Miss Su who keeps poking people's scars." ”

Lu Xiaoya's face turned two points paler, and her eyes were so red that they seemed to be dripping blood.

She has depression, not something she wants. Su Kexuan didn't consider her mood at all, and mentioned the word "sick" from time to time. She understands that this is because Su Kexuan has no idea how tormented she is when she is sick.

But......

"Xuanxuan is the only one who is willing to accompany me." Lu Xiaoya covered her mouth, and her tears couldn't stop staying, "I only have one friend ...... her"

Qiao Wei nodded happily, "I understand." ”

Lu Xiaoya's shoulders kept shaking, and Qiao Weihuan waited until she had cried enough before continuing to ask, "Then, why do you have to see me?" ”

"I'm ......" Lu Xiaoya raised her head and looked at Qiao Weihuan with misty eyes.

Qiao Weihuan is so beautiful, she is beautiful enough when she is not smiling, and when she laughs, her eyes are raised, and her beauty is even more thrilling.

Healthy, career-oriented, independent, generous, has good friends who will help her get angry, there are many people who like her, and Mrs. Mo, who never gives her a good face, also dotes on her.

Unlike her, without Mosilin, she would not be able to live.

Lu Xiaoya thought about it, and tears flowed silently again.

"Miss Qiao, can I ask you to make it clear to Xilin?"

She covers her face in pain and begs her beloved man's ex-girlfriend in a speechless manner.

"West, West, he doesn't seem to be able to forget your ......"

Coming out of the box, Qiao Weihuan drank two catties of fake wine, and walked very floatingly.

Han Yirou helped her uneasily, and said as she walked: "What are you doing with her, she doesn't hurt you enough......"

After talking and talking, he felt that it was a good thing that Huan'er and Mo Xilin were separated, and now they are living a good life, and they are not miserable at all.

However, Lu Xiaoya lingered between the two of them, and Han Yirou still responded to her from the bottom of her heart, pouting and saying: "I always felt that she didn't look like she was sick, maybe she was going to die or live before, and she was all pretending." ”

"When depression is under control, it's really no different from ordinary people. But if it's serious, it's easy to get killed. ”

Qiao Weihuan rubbed her temples, unwilling to think about these messy trivial matters anymore, bent down to get into the car, first told Uncle Zhong to drive Han Yirou back, and then said to Han Yirou: "It's okay if you are my mother, or if you want to cut off the troubles, in short, I helped Lu Xiaoya this time, and I won't pay attention to her anymore." ”

Han Yirou was blowing Qiao Weihuan's reddened skin on her face, and when she heard this, she was shocked, "Are you really going to talk to Mo Xilin about this?" ”

Qiao Weihuan didn't answer, leaned back on the chair, and closed her eyes tiredly.

It wasn't until Han Yirou thought she wouldn't speak anymore that she heard her extremely soft voice.

"Meat, I don't want to be any woman, as long as they don't make it hard for me. Because women ...... It's pathetic. ”

Han Yirou thought coldly of Qiao's mother, thought of Qiao Weihuan's previous days, and even thought of the women of the Xu family, who were actually very pitiful.

Her heart was sour, and she went to shake Qiao Weihuan's hand with red eyes.

"Huan'er, it's all over, you will get better and better in the future."

Qiao Weihuan was groggy by the temperature in the carriage, nodded almost invisibly, listened to Han Yirou's soft comfort and lullaby, and slept very tiredly for a while.

Unexpectedly, it became a long time. And I slept very unsteadily, feeling as if I had been flying in the sky, and I couldn't stop at all. finally landed, but began to have long old dreams.

In the dream, the sky was overcast, the dense grass was heavy and oppressive dark green, and the large area of lily of the valley in the garden seemed to be afraid, trembling and hanging down its slender neck.

Qiao Weihuan saw herself, very short, very small, about four or five years old, she should have been carefree and didn't understand anything, but her immature face was expressionless, and her eyes were so dark that she was oozing.

She had no intention of admiring the flowers, bypassing patches of lily of the valley and walking on a deep path, occasionally looking back vigilantly to see if anyone had noticed her.

As you walk along the path, the lily of the valley flowers become scarcer and rarer, until finally, it is full of barrenness.

The uninhabited land was empty and silent, except for a dilapidated log cabin, sitting alone.

She carefully pushed open the crumbling wooden door, walked to the northwest corner of the wooden house, lay down on the dusty ground, and raised her little hand to sweep it.

The dust dispersed, revealing a small square cellar door with tattered copper locks on it.

She knocked on the small door, but no one answered. She went to pull the rusty copper lock again, but she was so small that she couldn't pull it at all.

When she was in full swing, an extremely terrible scream suddenly came from her feet, and it pierced her ear like a needle, making her tremble.

The cellar door, which had fallen into disrepair, had been eroded by damp and sand, rotting into a long, twisted and narrow gap. She was stimulated by the scream, and struggled to open the lock, but she couldn't open the door, so she simply put her eyes on the gap, trying to get a glimpse of the truth of the underground world.

But the truth is always cruel, no matter whether you are young or old, once you find a truth that you can't face, it often leaves an indelible wound in your heart.

……

In the study, He Zhengxiao put one hand into the pocket of his trousers, and the other hand was playing with an ancient coin.

Cui Chengchuan leaned lazily on the bookcase, his eyes narrowed nonchalantly, "This is the 'pass' in Xie Sanchang?" ”

The material of the coin in He Zhengxiao's hand is unknown, and the texture is unexpectedly heavy, turning over and over between his slender fingers, and every time the angle of the flip changes, the obscure pattern on it will change.

At first glance, it looks like a cluster of flowers, but when you look closely, it looks like a hideous eagle head and a wolf head, strangely spliced on the same body.

There was a slight sound outside the courtyard, and He Zhengxiao lowered his eyes slightly.

The white Maybach slowly drove into the yard, and Uncle Zhong opened the back door, as if he was saying something to the people in the car.

He Zhengxiao stopped moving, raised his hand, and the ancient coins drew a flickering arc in mid-air.

Cui Chengchuan stretched out his arm to catch it, and followed, and the tall figure walked in front of him without squinting.

He glanced out the window, sneered, and slipped the coin into his jacket pocket.

"I take back the words of the last time, the little butterfly is not small."

Uncle Zhong was worried - Han Yirou sent it back, but Qiao Weihuan fell asleep.

Because of his decathlon, there is no second servant here besides him. Now he didn't wake up Qiao Weihuan, nor did he pick up someone to get out of the car in person, and he was helpless to poke into a pile.

Fortunately, He Zhengxiao went downstairs, he walked to the car with steady steps, bent down, and saw Qiao Weihuan's quiet sleeping face.

She curled up and frowned, she was probably having a bad dream.

Arms stretched, steadily carrying the woman out of the car.

Qiao Weihuan moved uncomfortably, but he didn't wake up, and the thin sweat on his forehead left a shallow mark on his shirt.

When he turned his head, the unnatural red on the left cheek pierced his eyes abruptly.

The night at the bottom of He Zhengxiao's eyes rolled up, and the elegance around him cracked a sharp gap, and his deep face was instantly stained with a layer of frost.

Half turned to the side, and there was an invisible danger in his mellow voice.

"Who hurt her face?"

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