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The pace slowed down unconsciously, and the other party actually slowed down a few steps, separated by two layers of lenses, it was difficult to determine whether this woman was also looking at her.

Qiao Weihuan frowned, feeling that something was not right, so she quickened her pace and made a small circle, so as not to meet the routes of the two people.

As a result, the woman also moved her feet, and it looked like she was about to turn around, but a man behind her caught up, also wearing sunglasses, and grabbed her wrist without saying anything.

The woman pulled twice and didn't pull it away, was dragged to the corner by the man, was knocked on the wall, and was forcibly kissed. She struggled twice, then ...... Put your hands on the man's shoulders.

Qiao Weihuan: "......"

It turned out to be an awkward couple, how sensitive she was, so she would think that woman was suspicious.

Qiao Weihuan got into the car, and the two were still kissing. In the black car behind the car, the men in the suit also wanted to laugh, and when they passed by, they kept a friendly distance so as not to disturb them.

It wasn't until the group left completely that the inseparable couple finally stopped. The tall man let go of the woman's waist and smiled at her bitten and bleeding lips and the saber that fell out of the woman's cuffs.

The woman's face was blue, and she viciously wiped the blood on her mouth with the back of her hand, and then raised her hand to slap him.

Halfway, he was stopped by the man's big hand, and he was choked by the man's neck!

The man lifted her up effortlessly, and she scratched the other's arms desperately, and during the struggle, the cuffs of the two men went up, revealing the same long black snake tattoo. They were coldly entrenched on the inside of the wrists of the two of them, opening their mouths wide to the flies and dogs, baring their sharp teeth and spewing bloodthirsty murderous aura.

The woman's eyeballs bulged outward, her face turned purple, and all the blue tendons on her forehead popped out.

"You...... Let go of ......"

Her feet were off the ground, fluttering hard, and she opened her lips with difficulty: "I...... Don't dare......"

Hearing this, the man let go of his hand with great compassion.

The woman slid to the ground, hunched over, and coughed violently.

Suddenly, a mobile phone appeared in front of me, and there was a line of small print on the lit screen.

- There are too many people around her, and she can't move for the time being. Expose your feet, and you'll die faster than she does.

The woman stared at the line, panting violently, then slowly got up from the ground, raised her eyes viciously, and looked in the direction where the group had left.

This man is right, they are going to die anyway, so she will do nothing and wait for that day, so as not to waste her strength!

Diagonally across the alley where they were, a huge signboard became a natural barrier.

Just as they left, a tall figure appeared behind the sign, with strong muscles hidden in a cold black suit.

He moved the Bluetooth headset hanging on his ear, lowered his voice and said, "Master Zhong, they showed up, on Miss Qiao's side." There was a woman who seemed to be about to make a move, and was stopped. ”

In the villa, Uncle Zhong covered the microphone and bent down slightly, "Young Master, the news from Miss Qiao." There were two people, a man and a woman, who were covered up and couldn't see their faces clearly. ”

Behind the luxurious square table, He Zhengxiao supported the table with his elbows, his slender ten fingers overlapped, his eyes lowered and looked at the chessboard on the table, and his mellow voice contained three points of coldness and fierceness.

"Conversation."

"There are only two sentences, the woman says 'you let go' and 'I don't dare.'"

"Other?"

"The man showed the woman her mobile phone once, as if he was using the mobile phone to type and communicate with her."

He Zhengxiao laughed slowly, and his long fingers gracefully pinched the "king".

"There are two reasons why people don't speak. One is that I don't want to, and the other is that I can't. ”

Uncle Zhong didn't say anything, waiting for his young master's next words.

However, after waiting for a while, I only heard the sound of chess pieces falling to the ground. He raised his head and asked tentatively, "Young Master, do you want to continue to follow them and confirm their identities?" ”

"No, you don't."

Don't use it?

"But ......"

The "king" stepped forward again, He Zhengxiao raised his eyes to look at the wall clock, and lightly tapped his finger on the chessboard.

"Add some boiled fish for dinner."

Uncle Zhong: "......"

Qiao Weihuan: "......"

When she came back, she was silent for a long time in front of a large pot of red boiled fish before she sat down and moved her chopsticks.

After the decathlon Uncle Zhong lit up his cooking skills, his skills became more and more sophisticated, and the boiled fish looked spicy and delicious, causing her to eat it all. However, she didn't know what was going on lately, she had eaten more than before, her weight had fallen, her chin was getting sharper and sharper, and she was about to turn into an awl face.

Qiao Weihuan put down his rice bowl with satisfaction, and the man opposite did not move his chopsticks, but was still playing chess. The layout of Ta Yasven, with long fingers rising and falling, becomes a battlefield on the square chessboard, opening up the intricate battle situation.

The "king" who pointed out the country became the vanguard, and raised the sword with great momentum, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the white army opposite.

Qiao Weihuan felt that something was strange, and looked at it intently for a while.

He Zhengxiao slowly and methodically pinched the black "bishop", and his dark eyes swept over the woman's focused expression.

"Understand?"

Qiao Weihuan's fingers and thumbs were pressed together, and then the gap of two millimeters was slightly opened, "I can understand so much." ”

"The difference between not understanding and not understanding?"

“……”

Qiao Weihuan rolled her eyes at the sky.

He Zhengxiao suddenly asked her, "Let's have a game?" ”

Qiao Weihuan stood up with great interest, and was about to go over, when the man's finger pointed at her empty rice bowl, "Eat another bowl and accompany you in the next game." ”

“…… I've already eaten a bowl. ”

"Two rounds."

“…… Don't eat. ”

"Three rounds."

"There's no food."

He Zhengxiao tilted his head slightly, "Uncle Zhong, add vegetables." ”

……

Twenty minutes later, Qiao Weihuan cleared the plate, rubbed her palms, and sat next to He Zhengxiao.

She really only understands a little bit, and seeing that He Zhengxiao moved the "king" in the first step, she can't understand this routine at all.

However, as she went down, she found that this thing was really proficient in layout, and quietly weaved a fine net, holding her in it little by little, and soon only the commander of the light pole was left on her side.

Qiao Weihuan tied up her hair casually, and her dark eyes stared at the chessboard murderously.

"Again."

He Zhengxiao's palm fell on the chessboard, and the long fingers of the gentleman stretched out.

"Ma'am, please."

Ten minutes later, Qiao Weihuan's entire army was wiped out.

Qiao Weihuan frowned, not understanding how the situation could become messy. She pinched the white "queen", carefully recalled He Zhengxiao's routine, and then: "Come again!" ”

In the third game, He Zhengxiao still moved the "king" first.

Qiao Weihuan raised his eyebrows and put the white "king" in the same position.

At the end of the game, she still lost, but she knew He Zhengxiao's chess style a little - unfathomable, vertical and horizontal.

Sure enough, she couldn't catch up in her life.

Qiao Weihuan silently put away the chess pieces, and was about to leave, when she was suddenly grabbed by the man's big hand, and took her to sit on his lap, with her strong forearms around her thin waist, and slowly rubbed her long fingers through the soft top.

He Zhengxiao lowered his head, and a clear manly breath lingered on her thin white neck, "If you can't learn to be the first, you won't be able to win me." ”

Qiao Weihuan was numb on half of his body, and he forcibly asked him, "Does the 'king' move first?" No, your sword-going way doesn't suit me. ”

He Zhengxiao pinched his hand, and saw that the woman's fine long eyelashes trembled, and a small particle extended from the root of the ear to the neck, submerged in the thin fabric.

She has always been so sensitive, and a light touch will reveal an itchy charm......

The gaze that fell on his face became deeper and deeper, and the man's tight chest became hot, and the heat on his clinging legs was transmitted endlessly......

Qiao Weihuan turned her head in horror, "I'm here, you control it." ”

If he talks nonsense with his eyes open, he won't know if he can't come?

He Zhengxiao didn't expose her little lies, covered her little hands, kneaded her soft fingers, and opened her hoarse and long mouth: "It's not that the sword goes sideways, it's an exemplary role." ”

"The spiritual sustenance that people seek, the sublime is called faith, the ugly is called hobbies, and more implicitly, it is a habit - this is divided by aesthetic categories, judging criteria from the outside world. Noble faith is a common means of education used by rulers, and the higher ones will create faith, and the higher ones will turn themselves into beliefs, so that they can more easily dominate the overall situation. Of course, faith is also a sense of protection, and in a way, it can fill the spiritual void of people. ”

"What about those who have no faith?"

"It is more difficult to resist the contradictions of people themselves, and it is easy to have a nervous breakdown."

Qiao Wei's heart moved, and his breathing slowed down.

Qiao's mother...... Is there faith?

Once, living in the cellar was difficult and painful, the more conscious she was, the more mottled her body and mind became, but she was still trying to survive.

It's just that when that little bit of light was torn apart by a group of brutes, and blood drowned in the gray narrow alleys of Manchester, Mama Qiao gave up.

It's better to go crazy than to wake up and hurt.

Qiao Weihuan asked him softly, "Can that faith be recovered?" ”

He Zhengxiao bent the corners of his lips, and his bony middle finger flexed up, flicking the woman's smooth forehead.

"Didn't you get it back?"

Qiao Weihuan shifted his position slightly, got closer to He Zhengxiao, and bent his eyes, "Can the person who has had a nervous breakdown get back and start a normal life again?" ”

"Huanhuan."

A large hand pinched her chin and made her turn her face away, deep eyes meeting her tentative gaze.

"You should have asked me a long time ago."

Those eyes that have insight into people's hearts and world affairs, hide the vast night, deep and quiet, and seem to contain great power.

It's as if he knows everything and can do anything.

Qiao Weihuan bit her lip and lowered her eyebrows and was silent for a long time.

There are so many people around Her, she has been to Qiao's mother several times, how could He Zhengxiao not know Qiao's mother's situation, she should have asked him a long time ago, and even found a way to let Qiao's mother and He Zhengxiao meet, this is the most efficient way, it is much better than her looking for a needle in a haystack.

However, every time I had this thought, I would quickly be photographed dead on the beach.

can't tell the truth, she just doesn't want to take the initiative to ask him, is this the little woman's self-esteem?

What's more, last time Qiao's mother put on a cold and hard attitude to refuse treatment, should she try again?

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Remember for a second No pop-ups

The pace slowed down unconsciously, and the other party actually slowed down a few steps, separated by two layers of lenses, it was difficult to determine whether this woman was also looking at her.

Qiao Weihuan frowned, feeling that something was not right, so she quickened her pace and made a small circle, so as not to meet the routes of the two people.

As a result, the woman also moved her feet, and it looked like she was about to turn around, but a man behind her caught up, also wearing sunglasses, and grabbed her wrist without saying anything.

The woman pulled twice and didn't pull it away, was dragged to the corner by the man, was knocked on the wall, and was forcibly kissed. She struggled twice, then ...... Put your hands on the man's shoulders.

Qiao Weihuan: "......"

It turned out to be an awkward couple, how sensitive she was, so she would think that woman was suspicious.

Qiao Weihuan got into the car, and the two were still kissing. In the black car behind the car, the men in the suit also wanted to laugh, and when they passed by, they kept a friendly distance so as not to disturb them.

It wasn't until the group left completely that the inseparable couple finally stopped. The tall man let go of the woman's waist and smiled at her bitten and bleeding lips and the saber that fell out of the woman's cuffs.

The woman's face was blue, and she viciously wiped the blood on her mouth with the back of her hand, and then raised her hand to slap him.

Halfway, he was stopped by the man's big hand, and he was choked by the man's neck!

The man lifted her up effortlessly, and she scratched the other's arms desperately, and during the struggle, the cuffs of the two men went up, revealing the same long black snake tattoo. They were coldly entrenched on the inside of the wrists of the two of them, opening their mouths wide to the flies and dogs, baring their sharp teeth and spewing bloodthirsty murderous aura.

The woman's eyeballs bulged outward, her face turned purple, and all the blue tendons on her forehead popped out.

"You...... Let go of ......"

Her feet were off the ground, fluttering hard, and she opened her lips with difficulty: "I...... Don't dare......"

Hearing this, the man let go of his hand with great compassion.

The woman slid to the ground, hunched over, and coughed violently.

Suddenly, a mobile phone appeared in front of me, and there was a line of small print on the lit screen.

- There are too many people around her, and she can't move for the time being. Expose your feet, and you'll die faster than she does.

The woman stared at the line, panting violently, then slowly got up from the ground, raised her eyes viciously, and looked in the direction where the group had left.

This man is right, they are going to die anyway, so she will do nothing and wait for that day, so as not to waste her strength!

Diagonally across the alley where they were, a huge signboard became a natural barrier.

Just as they left, a tall figure appeared behind the sign, with strong muscles hidden in a cold black suit.

He moved the Bluetooth headset hanging on his ear, lowered his voice and said, "Master Zhong, they showed up, on Miss Qiao's side." There was a woman who seemed to be about to make a move, and was stopped. ”

In the villa, Uncle Zhong covered the microphone and bent down slightly, "Young Master, the news from Miss Qiao." There were two people, a man and a woman, who were covered up and couldn't see their faces clearly. ”

Behind the luxurious square table, He Zhengxiao supported the table with his elbows, his slender ten fingers overlapped, his eyes lowered and looked at the chessboard on the table, and his mellow voice contained three points of coldness and fierceness.

"Conversation."

"There are only two sentences, the woman says 'you let go' and 'I don't dare.'"

"Other?"

"The man showed the woman her mobile phone once, as if he was using the mobile phone to type and communicate with her."

He Zhengxiao laughed slowly, and his long fingers gracefully pinched the "king".

"There are two reasons why people don't speak. One is that I don't want to, and the other is that I can't. ”

Uncle Zhong didn't say anything, waiting for his young master's next words.

However, after waiting for a while, I only heard the sound of chess pieces falling to the ground. He raised his head and asked tentatively, "Young Master, do you want to continue to follow them and confirm their identities?" ”

"No, you don't."

Don't use it?

"But ......"

The "king" stepped forward again, He Zhengxiao raised his eyes to look at the wall clock, and lightly tapped his finger on the chessboard.

"Add some boiled fish for dinner."

Uncle Zhong: "......"

Qiao Weihuan: "......"

When she came back, she was silent for a long time in front of a large pot of red boiled fish before she sat down and moved her chopsticks.

After the decathlon Uncle Zhong lit up his cooking skills, his skills became more and more sophisticated, and the boiled fish looked spicy and delicious, causing her to eat it all. However, she didn't know what was going on lately, she had eaten more than before, her weight had fallen, her chin was getting sharper and sharper, and she was about to turn into an awl face.

Qiao Weihuan put down his rice bowl with satisfaction, and the man opposite did not move his chopsticks, but was still playing chess. The layout of Ta Yasven, with long fingers rising and falling, becomes a battlefield on the square chessboard, opening up the intricate battle situation.

The "king" who pointed out the country became the vanguard, and raised the sword with great momentum, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the white army opposite.

Qiao Weihuan felt that something was strange, and looked at it intently for a while.

He Zhengxiao slowly and methodically pinched the black "bishop", and his dark eyes swept over the woman's focused expression.

"Understand?"

Qiao Weihuan's fingers and thumbs were pressed together, and then the gap of two millimeters was slightly opened, "I can understand so much." ”

"The difference between not understanding and not understanding?"

“……”

Qiao Weihuan rolled her eyes at the sky.

He Zhengxiao suddenly asked her, "Let's have a game?" ”

Qiao Weihuan stood up with great interest, and was about to go over, when the man's finger pointed at her empty rice bowl, "Eat another bowl and accompany you in the next game." ”

“…… I've already eaten a bowl. ”

"Two rounds."

“…… Don't eat. ”

"Three rounds."

"There's no food."

He Zhengxiao tilted his head slightly, "Uncle Zhong, add vegetables." ”

……

Twenty minutes later, Qiao Weihuan cleared the plate, rubbed her palms, and sat next to He Zhengxiao.

She really only understands a little bit, and seeing that He Zhengxiao moved the "king" in the first step, she can't understand this routine at all.

However, as she went down, she found that this thing was really proficient in layout, and quietly weaved a fine net, holding her in it little by little, and soon only the commander of the light pole was left on her side.

Qiao Weihuan tied up her hair casually, and her dark eyes stared at the chessboard murderously.

"Again."

He Zhengxiao's palm fell on the chessboard, and the long fingers of the gentleman stretched out.

"Ma'am, please."

Ten minutes later, Qiao Weihuan's entire army was wiped out.

Qiao Weihuan frowned, not understanding how the situation could become messy. She pinched the white "queen", carefully recalled He Zhengxiao's routine, and then: "Come again!" ”

In the third game, He Zhengxiao still moved the "king" first.

Qiao Weihuan raised his eyebrows and put the white "king" in the same position.

At the end of the game, she still lost, but she knew He Zhengxiao's chess style a little - unfathomable, vertical and horizontal.

Sure enough, she couldn't catch up in her life.

Qiao Weihuan silently put away the chess pieces, and was about to leave, when she was suddenly grabbed by the man's big hand, and took her to sit on his lap, with her strong forearms around her thin waist, and slowly rubbed her long fingers through the soft top.

He Zhengxiao lowered his head, and a clear manly breath lingered on her thin white neck, "If you can't learn to be the first, you won't be able to win me." ”

Qiao Weihuan was numb on half of his body, and he forcibly asked him, "Does the 'king' move first?" No, your sword-going way doesn't suit me. ”

He Zhengxiao pinched his hand, and saw that the woman's fine long eyelashes trembled, and a small particle extended from the root of the ear to the neck, submerged in the thin fabric.

She has always been so sensitive, and a light touch will reveal an itchy charm......

The gaze that fell on his face became deeper and deeper, and the man's tight chest became hot, and the heat on his clinging legs was transmitted endlessly......

Qiao Weihuan turned her head in horror, "I'm here, you control it." ”

If he talks nonsense with his eyes open, he won't know if he can't come?

He Zhengxiao didn't expose her little lies, covered her little hands, kneaded her soft fingers, and opened her hoarse and long mouth: "It's not that the sword goes sideways, it's an exemplary role." ”

"The spiritual sustenance that people seek, the sublime is called faith, the ugly is called hobbies, and more implicitly, it is a habit - this is divided by aesthetic categories, judging criteria from the outside world. Noble faith is a common means of education used by rulers, and the higher ones will create faith, and the higher ones will turn themselves into beliefs, so that they can more easily dominate the overall situation. Of course, faith is also a sense of protection, and in a way, it can fill the spiritual void of people. ”

"What about those who have no faith?"

"It is more difficult to resist the contradictions of people themselves, and it is easy to have a nervous breakdown."

Qiao Wei's heart moved, and his breathing slowed down.

Qiao's mother...... Is there faith?

Once, living in the cellar was difficult and painful, the more conscious she was, the more mottled her body and mind became, but she was still trying to survive.

It's just that when that little bit of light was torn apart by a group of brutes, and blood drowned in the gray narrow alleys of Manchester, Mama Qiao gave up.

It's better to go crazy than to wake up and hurt.

Qiao Weihuan asked him softly, "Can that faith be recovered?" ”

He Zhengxiao bent the corners of his lips, and his bony middle finger flexed up, flicking the woman's smooth forehead.

"Didn't you get it back?"

Qiao Weihuan shifted his position slightly, got closer to He Zhengxiao, and bent his eyes, "Can the person who has had a nervous breakdown get back and start a normal life again?" ”

"Huanhuan."

A large hand pinched her chin and made her turn her face away, deep eyes meeting her tentative gaze.

"You should have asked me a long time ago."

Those eyes that have insight into people's hearts and world affairs, hide the vast night, deep and quiet, and seem to contain great power.

It's as if he knows everything and can do anything.

Qiao Weihuan bit her lip and lowered her eyebrows and was silent for a long time.

There are so many people around Her, she has been to Qiao's mother several times, how could He Zhengxiao not know Qiao's mother's situation, she should have asked him a long time ago, and even found a way to let Qiao's mother and He Zhengxiao meet, this is the most efficient way, it is much better than her looking for a needle in a haystack.

However, every time I had this thought, I would quickly be photographed dead on the beach.

can't tell the truth, she just doesn't want to take the initiative to ask him, is this the little woman's self-esteem?

What's more, last time Qiao's mother put on a cold and hard attitude to refuse treatment, should she try again?

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