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Qiao Weihuan put her hands in the pockets of her coat and smiled at Charlotte.

"You know him, and he can figure out what people really think, whether it's a man or a woman."

"You're right."

Charlotte folded her arms, and there was a kind of coldness between her eyebrows, which were no longer hidden, "I can't get along with you amicably, but I'm Art's sister." ”

"So what kind of misunderstanding did Charlotte have about me?"

A child is often called innocent and innocent, as if he hates someone, that person is wrong-minded and deserves it. However, a child's worldview is formed by the external environment, and before having the ability to distinguish likes and dislikes, the child's judgment results basically come from the adults around him, such as his parents.

Barnett hadn't seen Qiao Weihuan, and he hated her inexplicably, which didn't make sense at all. Qiao Weihuan thought that maybe Barnett had seen Vivien, but Charlotte called out "Cecil" the first time she saw her, which shows that her identity is no longer a secret.

Knowing that she wasn't Vivien, and that Barnett hated her, it seemed that Charlotte had shown similar emotions to Barnett before she met her, otherwise the kid wouldn't have been like that.

What she can see, He Zhengxiao can't see?

But He Zhengxiao would not interfere in this kind of thing, and Qiao Weihuan didn't want to trouble him because of some trivial things.

At that time, Qiao Weihuan still wanted to have a good relationship with Charlotte, she thought, after all, this is He Zhengxiao's sister, although she is already married.

She relaxed her shoulders and said calmly, "Charlotte, if we have a misunderstanding between us, I hope we can unravel it." ”

"I don't think it's a misunderstanding."

Charlotte's high nose obscured the light cast diagonally upwards, casting a dark shadow on her cold face.

"After the War of the Red and White Roses, the Demville family declined for a time, and it was not until the 19th century that Demville regained its glory. Today, not only in the UK, but internationally, Demville is also a desirable presence, do you know why? ”

She didn't wait for Qiao Weihuan to answer, her noble chin was a little to the end of the oil painting, "The first Duke of Demville we are talking about was born in the nineteenth century. ”

In other words, the long period of decline in Demville was buried.

The losers behind the success may also have some contributions, but that doesn't matter.

If you don't win, you lose.

"Art has been preparing for six years for the sake of Mondez. He will open up the situation in England, change the position of Demville in Britain and the world, and he will become the best master of Demville. ”

Charlotte's glass-beaded turquoise eyes narrowed, "And what can you do?" ”

Qiao Weihuan quietly unfolded the fingers in her pocket and wiped off a little dampness in her palm.

"Maybe I'll be the best hostess in Dumville?"

Charlotte was stunned, she didn't expect Qiao Weihuan to say this at all, and she had never seen such a brazen and serious ......

She showed a mocking sneer in her heart, but a smile similar to appreciation appeared on her face.

"Then I'll see."

Qiao Weihuan breathed a sigh of relief, she felt that the people of the Demville family were probably born like this, although they were very unkind, but they could communicate in words, and they would not directly ignore her because of the narrowness of the possibility.

She thought she and Charlotte had made it clear, and then she wondered countless times why she hadn't thought of Charlotte's real reason for doing those things in the first place.

Maybe she knew at that time, and she would make different decisions when everything happened, so she wouldn't be gnawed away by bitter regret every day for the rest of her life.

Qiao Weihuan went back to the bedroom, He Zhengxiao was standing by the bed, his deep eyes and the dark night outside the window blended together, and there was not much emotion on Yingting's side face.

She walked over with very light steps, watching his majestic back not move at all, and stretched out her thin white index finger towards his waist.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch his ironed shirt, the man suddenly raised his hand and grabbed her fingers with precision.

He Zhengxiao turned half sideways, and the bright light was hidden in his eyes, making the heavy night gentle.

He pulled the woman's slender waist, trapped her between his arms and the wall, and approached her with a heavy attitude, "Trouble, huh?" When what I just said was a threat? ”

Qiao Weihuan pulled the collar of his straight shirt, endured his sense of oppression and said, "You said that I would try hypnosis when I woke up, you can't play tricks." ”

The big hand grabbed her small hand and gently pressed it against the wall, He Zhengxiao chuckled, "So anxious? Do you think hypnosis is a trivial matter that can be done with a snap of your fingers? ”

His deep voice echoed everywhere in the bedroom, with a subtle hint of bewilderment, gently tugging at one's nerves.

Qiao Weihuan pursed her lips, "Do you want to say that you can't hypnotize me?" But some people say that he can hypnotize anyone, and you will be compared to this. ”

…… Someone?

"Huanhuan, the agitation method is useless to me."

He Zhengxiao's slender body was close to her, his long legs pushed her knees, and the cold smell of men covered her completely.

"As I said, hypnosis doesn't necessarily remind you of what you're looking for, and it's not that magical. The causes of hypnosis are complex, and the results vary from person to person. ”

"Then you urge."

He Zhengxiao: "......"

He curled the corners of his lips subtly, and turned his head to look at the small table clock on the side, which provoked Qiao Weihuan to follow suit.

A small, stereotyped table clock rests quietly at the head of the bed, its core encased in an old copper-coloured hue, and the hands on the dial move slowly at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

But time is ticking, and every second is meandering.

Qiao Weihuan seemed to hear those "ticking" sounds, as if they were coming from the distant sky, and as if they were close at hand. Combined with He Zhengxiao's mellow whisper, she couldn't hear the bass of the words clearly, which made her very sleepy.

The sleepiness came so quickly, she resigned to the menacing tiredness of her physiology, withdrew all her defenses, and slowly closed her eyes.

He Zhengxiao hugged the woman's limp body, knelt on one knee, adjusted her in his arms to the most comfortable position, lowered his head, and whispered something to her ear.

Qiao Weihuan couldn't hear it at all, she only felt comfortable, and soon fell into a deep hypnotic state.

Then she saw a serpent, entrenched in the cold, its letter sticking out of its large black mouth, its sharp teeth shining brightly.

The stout snake body was about to move, and its scarlet eyes stared at her coldly.

"Snake ......"

Qiao Weihuan's breathing became extremely heavy, but she struggled to open her eyes wide, trying to see what was behind the snake. However, it seemed that a jack was pressed on her eyelids, and she used all her strength, but she only barely opened a gap. Behind the snake, there was still a thick fog, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

There was a heavy pressure in the back of her head, and she struggled a few times, then crawled forward quickly.

…… Crawl?

Why did she climb?

Qiao Weihuan realized that something was wrong, and reacted carefully for a long time, only to realize that her vision was erected.

She was on the ground, being pressed.

In a narrow space, it seems to be a narrow alley.

Qiao Weihuan realized where this was, and she trembled violently.

The fog in front of him gradually dissipated, and the swaying serpent quickly burrowed into the mist that was about to break, and its long tail swept through a dark shadow and disappeared.

Qiao Weihuan moved violently, and she stretched out her hand to catch the snake. It was like an invisible wall in front of her, and her hand was stopped halfway through, and then pressed.

She could no longer move, her eyes closed and her face turned pale and her brow furrowed in pain.

"No, it's not that big......"

He Zhengxiao pressed her trembling hand, and whispered in a deep whisper in his eyes: "Yes, it's small." ”

"Very small ......"

Qiao Weihuan shook her head with difficulty, and the tip of her nose was covered with fine beads of sweat, struggling to sway through her memories.

After the shattering mist, heavy figures danced.

Their tall bodies, along with their shadows, obscured her vision.

Fierce movements, hideous faces, vicious silent laughter, she saw a mime.

The group dragged a woman out of the dark corner, a pure white dress, so striking in the gray memory, and so fast to break.

The woman struggled frantically, she was pressed to the ground and got up, and then she was incited again, and she stretched out her hand again and again, and her young face was full of fear, but her eyes were a lifeless gray color, just like the sky here.

Qiao Weihuan opened her eyes tightly, and she told herself to see clearly.

“…… Mother. ”

Qiao Weihuan's tightly closed eyelashes trembled, and small tears fell from the corners of her eyes, dragging her tail into her hair.

He Zhengxiao lowered his eyes, and the night at the bottom of his eyes was heavy and surging. His large hand brushed the woman's cheek, wiping away the shiny dampness, and was about to wake her up, when he felt her body stiffen suddenly.

Then, Qiao Weihuan spasmed, she opened her lips and let out an extremely unbearable whimper, the blood on her face faded in an instant, and her calves kept twitching.

Just when she felt that she was about to drown in this memory, the scene around her suddenly shook, and then within half a second, it dissipated violently!

Qiao Weihuan opened her eyes suddenly, her moist eyes were full of shock, she gasped for breath in panic, the vibration in her chest was about to shatter her body, but she couldn't hear any sound.

Vaguely, seeing the swaying shadow, she closed her eyes hard, and then opened them again, and finally she could see something in her unclear vision.

"He Zhengxiao ......"

Qiao Weihuan shouted at him dryly, and then leaned softly into his arms.

He Zhengxiao carried her to the bed with a solemn body, and after gently putting her down, he leaned over and kissed her lips.

The kiss was not tough, it had a calming meaning, very gently pried open her teeth and soothed her emotions.

Qiao Weihuan slowly stabilized her breathing, raised her hand to wrap around the man's narrow waist, and took the initiative to trace He Zhengxiao's lips with the tip of her tongue.

His long fingers thrust in/into her hair, a little more distance, "Comfortable?" ”

Qiao Weihuan's chest was still rising and falling, but his face was much better. She nodded, and looked up at him, "I see it." ”

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Remember for a second No pop-ups

Qiao Weihuan put her hands in the pockets of her coat and smiled at Charlotte.

"You know him, and he can figure out what people really think, whether it's a man or a woman."

"You're right."

Charlotte folded her arms, and there was a kind of coldness between her eyebrows, which were no longer hidden, "I can't get along with you amicably, but I'm Art's sister." ”

"So what kind of misunderstanding did Charlotte have about me?"

A child is often called innocent and innocent, as if he hates someone, that person is wrong-minded and deserves it. However, a child's worldview is formed by the external environment, and before having the ability to distinguish likes and dislikes, the child's judgment results basically come from the adults around him, such as his parents.

Barnett hadn't seen Qiao Weihuan, and he hated her inexplicably, which didn't make sense at all. Qiao Weihuan thought that maybe Barnett had seen Vivien, but Charlotte called out "Cecil" the first time she saw her, which shows that her identity is no longer a secret.

Knowing that she wasn't Vivien, and that Barnett hated her, it seemed that Charlotte had shown similar emotions to Barnett before she met her, otherwise the kid wouldn't have been like that.

What she can see, He Zhengxiao can't see?

But He Zhengxiao would not interfere in this kind of thing, and Qiao Weihuan didn't want to trouble him because of some trivial things.

At that time, Qiao Weihuan still wanted to have a good relationship with Charlotte, she thought, after all, this is He Zhengxiao's sister, although she is already married.

She relaxed her shoulders and said calmly, "Charlotte, if we have a misunderstanding between us, I hope we can unravel it." ”

"I don't think it's a misunderstanding."

Charlotte's high nose obscured the light cast diagonally upwards, casting a dark shadow on her cold face.

"After the War of the Red and White Roses, the Demville family declined for a time, and it was not until the 19th century that Demville regained its glory. Today, not only in the UK, but internationally, Demville is also a desirable presence, do you know why? ”

She didn't wait for Qiao Weihuan to answer, her noble chin was a little to the end of the oil painting, "The first Duke of Demville we are talking about was born in the nineteenth century. ”

In other words, the long period of decline in Demville was buried.

The losers behind the success may also have some contributions, but that doesn't matter.

If you don't win, you lose.

"Art has been preparing for six years for the sake of Mondez. He will open up the situation in England, change the position of Demville in Britain and the world, and he will become the best master of Demville. ”

Charlotte's glass-beaded turquoise eyes narrowed, "And what can you do?" ”

Qiao Weihuan quietly unfolded the fingers in her pocket and wiped off a little dampness in her palm.

"Maybe I'll be the best hostess in Dumville?"

Charlotte was stunned, she didn't expect Qiao Weihuan to say this at all, and she had never seen such a brazen and serious ......

She showed a mocking sneer in her heart, but a smile similar to appreciation appeared on her face.

"Then I'll see."

Qiao Weihuan breathed a sigh of relief, she felt that the people of the Demville family were probably born like this, although they were very unkind, but they could communicate in words, and they would not directly ignore her because of the narrowness of the possibility.

She thought she and Charlotte had made it clear, and then she wondered countless times why she hadn't thought of Charlotte's real reason for doing those things in the first place.

Maybe she knew at that time, and she would make different decisions when everything happened, so she wouldn't be gnawed away by bitter regret every day for the rest of her life.

Qiao Weihuan went back to the bedroom, He Zhengxiao was standing by the bed, his deep eyes and the dark night outside the window blended together, and there was not much emotion on Yingting's side face.

She walked over with very light steps, watching his majestic back not move at all, and stretched out her thin white index finger towards his waist.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch his ironed shirt, the man suddenly raised his hand and grabbed her fingers with precision.

He Zhengxiao turned half sideways, and the bright light was hidden in his eyes, making the heavy night gentle.

He pulled the woman's slender waist, trapped her between his arms and the wall, and approached her with a heavy attitude, "Trouble, huh?" When what I just said was a threat? ”

Qiao Weihuan pulled the collar of his straight shirt, endured his sense of oppression and said, "You said that I would try hypnosis when I woke up, you can't play tricks." ”

The big hand grabbed her small hand and gently pressed it against the wall, He Zhengxiao chuckled, "So anxious? Do you think hypnosis is a trivial matter that can be done with a snap of your fingers? ”

His deep voice echoed everywhere in the bedroom, with a subtle hint of bewilderment, gently tugging at one's nerves.

Qiao Weihuan pursed her lips, "Do you want to say that you can't hypnotize me?" But some people say that he can hypnotize anyone, and you will be compared to this. ”

…… Someone?

"Huanhuan, the agitation method is useless to me."

He Zhengxiao's slender body was close to her, his long legs pushed her knees, and the cold smell of men covered her completely.

"As I said, hypnosis doesn't necessarily remind you of what you're looking for, and it's not that magical. The causes of hypnosis are complex, and the results vary from person to person. ”

"Then you urge."

He Zhengxiao: "......"

He curled the corners of his lips subtly, and turned his head to look at the small table clock on the side, which provoked Qiao Weihuan to follow suit.

A small, stereotyped table clock rests quietly at the head of the bed, its core encased in an old copper-coloured hue, and the hands on the dial move slowly at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

But time is ticking, and every second is meandering.

Qiao Weihuan seemed to hear those "ticking" sounds, as if they were coming from the distant sky, and as if they were close at hand. Combined with He Zhengxiao's mellow whisper, she couldn't hear the bass of the words clearly, which made her very sleepy.

The sleepiness came so quickly, she resigned to the menacing tiredness of her physiology, withdrew all her defenses, and slowly closed her eyes.

He Zhengxiao hugged the woman's limp body, knelt on one knee, adjusted her in his arms to the most comfortable position, lowered his head, and whispered something to her ear.

Qiao Weihuan couldn't hear it at all, she only felt comfortable, and soon fell into a deep hypnotic state.

Then she saw a serpent, entrenched in the cold, its letter sticking out of its large black mouth, its sharp teeth shining brightly.

The stout snake body was about to move, and its scarlet eyes stared at her coldly.

"Snake ......"

Qiao Weihuan's breathing became extremely heavy, but she struggled to open her eyes wide, trying to see what was behind the snake. However, it seemed that a jack was pressed on her eyelids, and she used all her strength, but she only barely opened a gap. Behind the snake, there was still a thick fog, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

There was a heavy pressure in the back of her head, and she struggled a few times, then crawled forward quickly.

…… Crawl?

Why did she climb?

Qiao Weihuan realized that something was wrong, and reacted carefully for a long time, only to realize that her vision was erected.

She was on the ground, being pressed.

In a narrow space, it seems to be a narrow alley.

Qiao Weihuan realized where this was, and she trembled violently.

The fog in front of him gradually dissipated, and the swaying serpent quickly burrowed into the mist that was about to break, and its long tail swept through a dark shadow and disappeared.

Qiao Weihuan moved violently, and she stretched out her hand to catch the snake. It was like an invisible wall in front of her, and her hand was stopped halfway through, and then pressed.

She could no longer move, her eyes closed and her face turned pale and her brow furrowed in pain.

"No, it's not that big......"

He Zhengxiao pressed her trembling hand, and whispered in a deep whisper in his eyes: "Yes, it's small." ”

"Very small ......"

Qiao Weihuan shook her head with difficulty, and the tip of her nose was covered with fine beads of sweat, struggling to sway through her memories.

After the shattering mist, heavy figures danced.

Their tall bodies, along with their shadows, obscured her vision.

Fierce movements, hideous faces, vicious silent laughter, she saw a mime.

The group dragged a woman out of the dark corner, a pure white dress, so striking in the gray memory, and so fast to break.

The woman struggled frantically, she was pressed to the ground and got up, and then she was incited again, and she stretched out her hand again and again, and her young face was full of fear, but her eyes were a lifeless gray color, just like the sky here.

Qiao Weihuan opened her eyes tightly, and she told herself to see clearly.

“…… Mother. ”

Qiao Weihuan's tightly closed eyelashes trembled, and small tears fell from the corners of her eyes, dragging her tail into her hair.

He Zhengxiao lowered his eyes, and the night at the bottom of his eyes was heavy and surging. His large hand brushed the woman's cheek, wiping away the shiny dampness, and was about to wake her up, when he felt her body stiffen suddenly.

Then, Qiao Weihuan spasmed, she opened her lips and let out an extremely unbearable whimper, the blood on her face faded in an instant, and her calves kept twitching.

Just when she felt that she was about to drown in this memory, the scene around her suddenly shook, and then within half a second, it dissipated violently!

Qiao Weihuan opened her eyes suddenly, her moist eyes were full of shock, she gasped for breath in panic, the vibration in her chest was about to shatter her body, but she couldn't hear any sound.

Vaguely, seeing the swaying shadow, she closed her eyes hard, and then opened them again, and finally she could see something in her unclear vision.

"He Zhengxiao ......"

Qiao Weihuan shouted at him dryly, and then leaned softly into his arms.

He Zhengxiao carried her to the bed with a solemn body, and after gently putting her down, he leaned over and kissed her lips.

The kiss was not tough, it had a calming meaning, very gently pried open her teeth and soothed her emotions.

Qiao Weihuan slowly stabilized her breathing, raised her hand to wrap around the man's narrow waist, and took the initiative to trace He Zhengxiao's lips with the tip of her tongue.

His long fingers thrust in/into her hair, a little more distance, "Comfortable?" ”

Qiao Weihuan's chest was still rising and falling, but his face was much better. She nodded, and looked up at him, "I see it." ”

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