Wen Qiao gritted his teeth.

"How do you feel?"

Wen Qiao's lips were tightly closed, and he did not speak.

"Is there a sense of powerlessness that hovers at the gates of hell but can't control itself?"

Wen Qiao still didn't speak, and the car soon stopped at the entrance of Wen Qiao's alley.

Both people in the front row got out of the car.

The carriage was quiet, the autumn rain fell, and Wen Qiao sat still.

He Xihuai smiled: "How does that taste?" ”

Wen Qiao glanced at him: "You did it on purpose. ”

He Xihuai did not deny it: "It was deliberate, I have also struggled in that kind of hell, you don't know, how slim my hope is." ”

After all, the master's personality is also so strong, and it is a miracle that he can succeed.

Wen Qiao looked at him with a smile: "There is also a little brother personality, won't he come out again?" ”

A cold light flashed in He Xihuai's eyes: "That was his cowardly side, not mine, I didn't have such a useless time." ”

Wen Qiao raised his eyebrows: "I see." ”

He Xihuai regained his composure: "After a long time, you will get used to that kind of taste, but it's actually nothing." ”

Wincho: "Oh. ”

He Xihuai: "Don't you want to know how to overcome that struggling, restless, overwhelmed emotion? ”

Wincho: "It's fine. ”

How could she say what He Xihuai wanted to hear.

He Xihuai narrowed his eyes slightly: "Oh? How do you listen to your tone, you still enjoy it? ”

Wen Qiao leaned lazily on the back of the seat: "Can I get out of the car?" ”

He Xihuai finally took the initiative to say: "Your symptoms are unsolvable. ”

Wen Qiao's eyes froze.

He Xihuai continued: "That irritable, manic mood will only eat away at you bit by bit, and in the end, override your nature, and in the end, you will become the same person as me. ”

Wen Qiao suddenly took out a Swiss Army knife, and the action was so sharp that He Xihuai didn't react, and the knife was already against his neck.

He Xihuai didn't panic at all: "Has it come to this point?" Can't control yourself and want to kill? ”

Wen Qiao said coldly: "I just tell you, your wishful thinking will come to naught, and don't regret it when you lose your wife and break your army in the end." ”

He Xihuai smiled: "Then ...... See. ”

The knife pierced his neck a little, blood slowly overflowed, and He Xihuai's bodyguard outside panicked and wanted to open the door, he raised his hand lightly and signaled the bodyguard to retreat.

After a long time, Wen Qiao loosened his restraints, slammed the car door, and got out of the car.

He Xihuai tidied up the cuffs of his suit, looked at the girl's back, and chuckled, "Let's go." ”

Si Yu held an umbrella for Wen Qiao, and when he saw her holding a dagger in her hand, he said worriedly, "Are you okay?" ”

Wen Qiao's mind was in chaos, and he said with difficulty: "It's okay. ”

Wen Qiao stood at the entrance of the alley for a long time, the rain fell from the eaves of the umbrella, and the autumn wind gradually sobered her up.

She walked down the alley to the door of the house, and was about to enter the door when someone suddenly grabbed her wrist, and she was taken into a wide bosom.

Looking up, her Nanli brother's eyes were heavy, and he looked a little worried in the rain-filled autumn night.

"What's wrong?"

Fu Nanli raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong with you still asking me?" ”

The whole person was directly picked up, and Qin Bei held an umbrella, feeling that he was a little supported by feeding the dog food.

Wincho shrugged: "I really don't know what's wrong with you. ”

Fu Nanli dropped a sentence: "Si Yu, tell her family that she won't go back tonight." ”

"Yes, Mr. Fu."