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He Zhengxiao lowered his eyes, and the night under his eyes was deep and silent, and she frowned.

The old servant's business was an accident.

Appearing too early, she turned into a mess unprepared, and she couldn't figure it out, but she could find out her attitude......

"Huanhuan, why did you go to the police/bureau."

Qiao Weihuan moved her lips, "To ask Vivian." ”

"Ask what."

…… Ask her if she's her own sister.

Qiao Weihuan seemed to understand what he meant, and held her breath slightly.

"The human subconscious is very honest, you are suspicious of the outside world, and you will think when you find unreasonable logic. Now you conclude that others are lying, and it is your thinking that has the result, but you really believe that the old maid is lying and will not go to the police station. Including your 'she lied to me' just now, it's not an affirmative sentence, it's a question sentence, it's your subconscious asking me for an affirmative attitude, because you know, it's not the answer. ”

What He Zhengxiao said sounded right, at least she didn't have reasonable logic to refute it, but ......

"Vivien is my own sister, and if she's not, how do you explain my mother's reaction? Even if she can't remember things sometimes, she won't know whether she gave birth to twins or a girl, not to mention that after so many years, she hasn't talked back when she is sober. ”

"Huanhuan, this is not a debate competition."

He Zheng took off his gloves elegantly, and tapped her temples lightly with his long fingers, "You know very well that the truth is a person's words, or is it a patchwork of information revealed by events and multiple characters. ”

Qiao Weihuan's ten fingers shrank tighter and tighter, and her lips pursed quietly, "I understand, but my mother still has a lot of soberness, and she won't be mistaken." ”

He Zhengxiao laughed slightly, and his bony fingers covered her eyes.

Deprived of vision, his sense of hearing became more and more sensitive, and his slow words knocked into Qiao Weihuan's ears one by one.

"Don't be blinded by guilt, think about how emotional your conclusions are now."

He Zhengxiao has always known that what happened when he was a child had too much impact on Qiao Weihuan. She took all the blame on herself, almost self-abused, accepted the pain brought to her by blood, and every time she cut off her heart and bones, she was willing to remember.

However, Qiao Weihuan's shadow is deeper than imagined.

She grabbed He Zhengxiao's cuffs, the silver cuffs hurt her palms, and her covered eyelashes trembled slightly: "It's not emotional, and it has nothing to do with guilt...... I have the impression of playing a game of identity swapping with Vivian, Mrs. Xu treated me as Vivian and cooked me once, and I remembered it for half my life. But my mom was never gentle with me, whether she was awake or not. ”

"I've thought about it countless times over the years, and when I go back in time, I don't do childish things anymore, just be a good child, as long as my mother can suffer less. But time will only move forward, I don't have a chance, I admit it. But if my mother remembers wrongly, she is kind to Vivian, who dislikes her, then as her daughter, am I not even as good as the person I imagined? So what am I, and what's the point of what I'm doing, so Vivien is my own sister......"

Qiao Weihuan pulled down his hand and looked at the hurried passers-by outside the dark car window with red eyes, "You tell me, right?" ”

When faced with the real unbearable facts, people do not choose to point fingers, but intuitively escape.

Because you don't know, you can continue to be at peace with your heart.

However, Qiao Weihuan had an answer after the trial, and she couldn't accept it, and she clearly knew that He Zhengxiao's way was always to let her face the facts, and when she said this at this moment, she was contradictory and wanted He Zhengxiao to give her a good time.

He Zhengxiao saw all her complicated and subtle thoughts, in his eyes, Qiao Weihuan was like a death row prisoner about to go to the execution ground, ten white fingers were trembling, as if he was about to lose his hand.

Closing the fabric of her placket, which was still intact, He Zhengxiao lowered the window with his long fingers: "Uncle Zhong." ”

Uncle Zhong got into the car quickly and started the car without squinting.

He Zhengxiao raised the baffle, took out the gauze from the medicine box without hurrying, and was suddenly held down.

Qiao Weihuan turned his head and asked him with white lips, "Why don't you speak?" ”

He Zhengxiao's dark eyes lifted, tracing the outline of her delicate and pale face with his gaze, and then he turned his palm, grasped the thin white fingers, lowered his head, and his lips touched her fingertips.

lowered the baffle slightly, but the words were still said to Uncle Zhong: "Go back to the manor." ”

…… Again.

Knowing everything, he just didn't say it, and he wouldn't tell her. Last time, too, this time, no matter what it is, I have reservations to tell her.

"I don't ask." The ice cave on his chest poured down the hot rocks, his face did not move, Qiao Weihuan slowly leaned into his broad chest with half of his body, and let the man's big hand brush away the sticky broken hair on her cheeks, "You are always good for me." ”

He Zhengxiao gestured for a moment, then slid to the top of her hair and rubbed it gently.

The reopened wound was more difficult to treat than the last time, Qiao Weihuan lay on the bed silently, half-open eyelids and drowsy, the doctors and nurses were busy sweating profusely and a little frightened.

…… It hurts to look at, doesn't Mrs. feel it anymore?

When the wound was treated, Qiao Weihuan actually fell asleep.

The doctors and nurses looked at each other and left the bedroom lightly.

He Zhengxiao put one hand in his trouser pocket, his back was tall and majestic, standing by the window of the corridor in an unpredictable manner, and listened to the doctor whisper: "Sir, the injury on Madame's face is not serious, and the swelling can be reduced in about three days." The wound on the back is a little inflamed, and I'm afraid it will take a few more days. ”

didn't hear an answer, the doctor carefully raised his eyes and looked at it, only to feel that the lines of the man's side face were a little unspeakably cold.

He Zhengxiao gestured, the doctor lowered his head and left, and he slowly spoke: "Uncle Zhong, send Sarri to Mexico." ”

Uncle Zhong: "Yes, young master. ”

As a result of the temptation, her last straw was heavier than he imagined.

probably pressed all the feelings on it, and the weight was extraordinarily heavy.

The truth was cruel and cold, and it always was, she couldn't stand it anymore. Originally, she could accept it before, but with his slow penetration, now with the accident of the old servant, everything is pushed forward......

Maybe in the future she will have a chance to know, for the time being, it is impossible.

He Zhengxiao held his eyebrows for a long time, and his dark eyes passed through the clear glass and landed on the car driving into the manor.

The low-key car stopped, and several people got out of the car, with straight suits and grim faces. One of them is also wearing a police uniform.

He Zhengxiao put down his hand and walked smoothly on his long legs.

Several people were about to go upstairs to see that he was coming down from the stairs, and they all stopped and bowed their heads: "Duke." ”

The policeman stood straight, raised his head quickly, and had a polite attitude, "Duke Demville, I'm very sorry, Lord Litt pointed out that your guards fired/shot her, I think, maybe you have to go with me to the police/station." ”

He Zhengxiao walked down the last step slowly, took the coat handed by Uncle Zhong and put it on, and said calmly: "How is Lord Little's injury?" ”

"Looks like he's recovering well."

He Zhengxiao chuckled softly and buttoned his coat gracefully.

Several people followed him into the car and went straight to the police station in London.

Three p.m., Palace of Westminster.

Outside the closed door of the parliament hall, the people guarding the door lowered their eyebrows, and the prime minister's high-pitched and excited voice floated out through the crack in the door: "That's my niece, what does he want to do?" The guards fired/shot, and without his instructions, would the guards shoot? This is England, he is a duke, thinking that he can cover the sky with one hand? I'm the Prime Minister, does he take me seriously? Britain in the eye? The royal family represents the honor of the country, but he is just a duke, has he forgotten?! ”

The person outside the door held his breath as if he was deaf.

However, the sound of the Prime Minister pounding the table was hard to ignore, and his angry accusations: "The Duke of Demville has never done such a thing, and during my tenure he actually had contacts with the Labour/Party people, what does it mean?" Thought that he was the hero of the aristocracy, or the hero of England? If you want to meddle in politics/governance, and you won't give up his honorable title, fanatic! ”

There was oppressive silence in the room, and no one dared to speak.

I hate to admit it, but it's heroic to push Mondez......

In the middle of the night, a hoarse and strange male voice sounded: "Mr. Prime Minister, I think the Duke of Demville needs an unforgettable lesson to see clearly that the era of nobility has passed. ”

After a moment of silence, the Prime Minister muttered, "Indeed. ”

Still no one spoke, because everyone didn't know what to say.

The conversation between the Prime Minister and Ash was not literal at all, everyone heard it clearly, first of all, they couldn't hold back and wanted to move the Demville family, and the two were singing red and white.

The Demville family is the leader of the British aristocracy, and nearly two hundred years of honor have made this surname an unshakable existence in the eyes of nobles and commoners, but now the prime minister wants to move, which is a precedent. I don't know what the result was, but the previous dukes have not done such an amazing thing, and He Zhengxiao also set a precedent...... Of course, not to direct the fire solit.

I don't know if the Duke of Demville can succeed, anyway, they don't want him to succeed, otherwise the House of Commons will be swollen......

The Great Wave of Britain is about to land, and this wave will become protracted and involve countless people and things. However, Qiao Weihuan was concealed and didn't know until a few days later.

At this moment, Qiao Weihuan woke up from his drowsy sleep, looked at the ceiling in a daze, and then whispered: "Uncle Zhong? ”

Or the servant came in, helped her to her feet, and fed her.

Qiao Weihuan was ordered to forbid to get out of bed, and she didn't want to toss anymore, so she sent someone to the hospital to see Qiao's mother's condition, and when she came back, this person told her that Qiao's mother's condition was very bad.

She was stunned for a moment, and wanted to get up, for fear of involving the wound, so she endured it stiffly, "Why is it bad?" ”

The man in the suit bowed his head respectfully: "The doctor said that Mrs. Qiao's mental state is showing signs of closure, and there is currently a situation of stagnation in her thinking, and the doctor is treating her." ”

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Remember for a second No pop-ups

He Zhengxiao lowered his eyes, and the night under his eyes was deep and silent, and she frowned.

The old servant's business was an accident.

Appearing too early, she turned into a mess unprepared, and she couldn't figure it out, but she could find out her attitude......

"Huanhuan, why did you go to the police/bureau."

Qiao Weihuan moved her lips, "To ask Vivian." ”

"Ask what."

…… Ask her if she's her own sister.

Qiao Weihuan seemed to understand what he meant, and held her breath slightly.

"The human subconscious is very honest, you are suspicious of the outside world, and you will think when you find unreasonable logic. Now you conclude that others are lying, and it is your thinking that has the result, but you really believe that the old maid is lying and will not go to the police station. Including your 'she lied to me' just now, it's not an affirmative sentence, it's a question sentence, it's your subconscious asking me for an affirmative attitude, because you know, it's not the answer. ”

What He Zhengxiao said sounded right, at least she didn't have reasonable logic to refute it, but ......

"Vivien is my own sister, and if she's not, how do you explain my mother's reaction? Even if she can't remember things sometimes, she won't know whether she gave birth to twins or a girl, not to mention that after so many years, she hasn't talked back when she is sober. ”

"Huanhuan, this is not a debate competition."

He Zheng took off his gloves elegantly, and tapped her temples lightly with his long fingers, "You know very well that the truth is a person's words, or is it a patchwork of information revealed by events and multiple characters. ”

Qiao Weihuan's ten fingers shrank tighter and tighter, and her lips pursed quietly, "I understand, but my mother still has a lot of soberness, and she won't be mistaken." ”

He Zhengxiao laughed slightly, and his bony fingers covered her eyes.

Deprived of vision, his sense of hearing became more and more sensitive, and his slow words knocked into Qiao Weihuan's ears one by one.

"Don't be blinded by guilt, think about how emotional your conclusions are now."

He Zhengxiao has always known that what happened when he was a child had too much impact on Qiao Weihuan. She took all the blame on herself, almost self-abused, accepted the pain brought to her by blood, and every time she cut off her heart and bones, she was willing to remember.

However, Qiao Weihuan's shadow is deeper than imagined.

She grabbed He Zhengxiao's cuffs, the silver cuffs hurt her palms, and her covered eyelashes trembled slightly: "It's not emotional, and it has nothing to do with guilt...... I have the impression of playing a game of identity swapping with Vivian, Mrs. Xu treated me as Vivian and cooked me once, and I remembered it for half my life. But my mom was never gentle with me, whether she was awake or not. ”

"I've thought about it countless times over the years, and when I go back in time, I don't do childish things anymore, just be a good child, as long as my mother can suffer less. But time will only move forward, I don't have a chance, I admit it. But if my mother remembers wrongly, she is kind to Vivian, who dislikes her, then as her daughter, am I not even as good as the person I imagined? So what am I, and what's the point of what I'm doing, so Vivien is my own sister......"

Qiao Weihuan pulled down his hand and looked at the hurried passers-by outside the dark car window with red eyes, "You tell me, right?" ”

When faced with the real unbearable facts, people do not choose to point fingers, but intuitively escape.

Because you don't know, you can continue to be at peace with your heart.

However, Qiao Weihuan had an answer after the trial, and she couldn't accept it, and she clearly knew that He Zhengxiao's way was always to let her face the facts, and when she said this at this moment, she was contradictory and wanted He Zhengxiao to give her a good time.

He Zhengxiao saw all her complicated and subtle thoughts, in his eyes, Qiao Weihuan was like a death row prisoner about to go to the execution ground, ten white fingers were trembling, as if he was about to lose his hand.

Closing the fabric of her placket, which was still intact, He Zhengxiao lowered the window with his long fingers: "Uncle Zhong." ”

Uncle Zhong got into the car quickly and started the car without squinting.

He Zhengxiao raised the baffle, took out the gauze from the medicine box without hurrying, and was suddenly held down.

Qiao Weihuan turned his head and asked him with white lips, "Why don't you speak?" ”

He Zhengxiao's dark eyes lifted, tracing the outline of her delicate and pale face with his gaze, and then he turned his palm, grasped the thin white fingers, lowered his head, and his lips touched her fingertips.

lowered the baffle slightly, but the words were still said to Uncle Zhong: "Go back to the manor." ”

…… Again.

Knowing everything, he just didn't say it, and he wouldn't tell her. Last time, too, this time, no matter what it is, I have reservations to tell her.

"I don't ask." The ice cave on his chest poured down the hot rocks, his face did not move, Qiao Weihuan slowly leaned into his broad chest with half of his body, and let the man's big hand brush away the sticky broken hair on her cheeks, "You are always good for me." ”

He Zhengxiao gestured for a moment, then slid to the top of her hair and rubbed it gently.

The reopened wound was more difficult to treat than the last time, Qiao Weihuan lay on the bed silently, half-open eyelids and drowsy, the doctors and nurses were busy sweating profusely and a little frightened.

…… It hurts to look at, doesn't Mrs. feel it anymore?

When the wound was treated, Qiao Weihuan actually fell asleep.

The doctors and nurses looked at each other and left the bedroom lightly.

He Zhengxiao put one hand in his trouser pocket, his back was tall and majestic, standing by the window of the corridor in an unpredictable manner, and listened to the doctor whisper: "Sir, the injury on Madame's face is not serious, and the swelling can be reduced in about three days." The wound on the back is a little inflamed, and I'm afraid it will take a few more days. ”

didn't hear an answer, the doctor carefully raised his eyes and looked at it, only to feel that the lines of the man's side face were a little unspeakably cold.

He Zhengxiao gestured, the doctor lowered his head and left, and he slowly spoke: "Uncle Zhong, send Sarri to Mexico." ”

Uncle Zhong: "Yes, young master. ”

As a result of the temptation, her last straw was heavier than he imagined.

probably pressed all the feelings on it, and the weight was extraordinarily heavy.

The truth was cruel and cold, and it always was, she couldn't stand it anymore. Originally, she could accept it before, but with his slow penetration, now with the accident of the old servant, everything is pushed forward......

Maybe in the future she will have a chance to know, for the time being, it is impossible.

He Zhengxiao held his eyebrows for a long time, and his dark eyes passed through the clear glass and landed on the car driving into the manor.

The low-key car stopped, and several people got out of the car, with straight suits and grim faces. One of them is also wearing a police uniform.

He Zhengxiao put down his hand and walked smoothly on his long legs.

Several people were about to go upstairs to see that he was coming down from the stairs, and they all stopped and bowed their heads: "Duke." ”

The policeman stood straight, raised his head quickly, and had a polite attitude, "Duke Demville, I'm very sorry, Lord Litt pointed out that your guards fired/shot her, I think, maybe you have to go with me to the police/station." ”

He Zhengxiao walked down the last step slowly, took the coat handed by Uncle Zhong and put it on, and said calmly: "How is Lord Little's injury?" ”

"Looks like he's recovering well."

He Zhengxiao chuckled softly and buttoned his coat gracefully.

Several people followed him into the car and went straight to the police station in London.

Three p.m., Palace of Westminster.

Outside the closed door of the parliament hall, the people guarding the door lowered their eyebrows, and the prime minister's high-pitched and excited voice floated out through the crack in the door: "That's my niece, what does he want to do?" The guards fired/shot, and without his instructions, would the guards shoot? This is England, he is a duke, thinking that he can cover the sky with one hand? I'm the Prime Minister, does he take me seriously? Britain in the eye? The royal family represents the honor of the country, but he is just a duke, has he forgotten?! ”

The person outside the door held his breath as if he was deaf.

However, the sound of the Prime Minister pounding the table was hard to ignore, and his angry accusations: "The Duke of Demville has never done such a thing, and during my tenure he actually had contacts with the Labour/Party people, what does it mean?" Thought that he was the hero of the aristocracy, or the hero of England? If you want to meddle in politics/governance, and you won't give up his honorable title, fanatic! ”

There was oppressive silence in the room, and no one dared to speak.

I hate to admit it, but it's heroic to push Mondez......

In the middle of the night, a hoarse and strange male voice sounded: "Mr. Prime Minister, I think the Duke of Demville needs an unforgettable lesson to see clearly that the era of nobility has passed. ”

After a moment of silence, the Prime Minister muttered, "Indeed. ”

Still no one spoke, because everyone didn't know what to say.

The conversation between the Prime Minister and Ash was not literal at all, everyone heard it clearly, first of all, they couldn't hold back and wanted to move the Demville family, and the two were singing red and white.

The Demville family is the leader of the British aristocracy, and nearly two hundred years of honor have made this surname an unshakable existence in the eyes of nobles and commoners, but now the prime minister wants to move, which is a precedent. I don't know what the result was, but the previous dukes have not done such an amazing thing, and He Zhengxiao also set a precedent...... Of course, not to direct the fire solit.

I don't know if the Duke of Demville can succeed, anyway, they don't want him to succeed, otherwise the House of Commons will be swollen......

The Great Wave of Britain is about to land, and this wave will become protracted and involve countless people and things. However, Qiao Weihuan was concealed and didn't know until a few days later.

At this moment, Qiao Weihuan woke up from his drowsy sleep, looked at the ceiling in a daze, and then whispered: "Uncle Zhong? ”

Or the servant came in, helped her to her feet, and fed her.

Qiao Weihuan was ordered to forbid to get out of bed, and she didn't want to toss anymore, so she sent someone to the hospital to see Qiao's mother's condition, and when she came back, this person told her that Qiao's mother's condition was very bad.

She was stunned for a moment, and wanted to get up, for fear of involving the wound, so she endured it stiffly, "Why is it bad?" ”

The man in the suit bowed his head respectfully: "The doctor said that Mrs. Qiao's mental state is showing signs of closure, and there is currently a situation of stagnation in her thinking, and the doctor is treating her." ”

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