The sky was deep, like cool clouds wrapped in the moon, and it was always hidden.

Basement.

A fresh potted plant was introduced, and it was a red flower that bloomed like blood from the sun.

It is the summoner of hell, forever separated from the heavens.

Qin Qiao'er pursed her lips slightly, her fingers pursed nervously, and she looked at the cold experimental bed, there was a wheelchair, and there was a person sitting in the wheelchair.

His eyebrows were gently tucked, his eyes were flowing with a soft light, one hand was white and slender, and his two fingers were holding tweezers, and the silver light was revealing a hint of coldness.

She didn't dare to disturb him, and she didn't dare to make a sound, her eyes kept falling on his face, or just looking at his hands.

Brother Wuheng......

He was still the same as before, cruel as serious, terrible as cruel, terrible as ......

Stand in awe.

No one dares to be disrespectful to him.

But it's ......

Qin Qiao'er's lips pursed more and more tightly, her legs were almost numb when she stood up, and layers of sweat overflowed her back.

On the surrounding walls, dozens of pairs of eyes were staring at her, eerie, and steaming with cold air.

Just when she finally couldn't stand it anymore, a gentle, low and indifferent voice sounded in her ears: "What do you want to say?" ”

"Brother Wuheng ......"

"Huh?"

Shen Zhinian put down the tweezers, and a cold light burst out of his gentle eyes: "Who are you talking about?" ”

"I ......" Qin Qiao'er was so frightened that she was incoherent.

What she feared most was that he questioned quietly, the more gentle he was, but the more vicious he was under that smiling face.

But even so, knowing his true colors, she still loves him.

"I don't know Jiang Wuheng, I'm Shen Zhinian now." Shen Zhinian raised the corners of his eyes, and gently sketched a very shallow smile, looking closely, but there was no sadness or joy.

“…… Well. Qin Qiao'er nodded cautiously, he has always liked those who surrender, and he has always liked obedient people, she must follow his wishes.

"Brother Zhinian, thank you for saving me, not only giving me another chance to live, but also making me ......"

It also made her see him again.

"Huh."

The man slowly let out a low chuckle in his throat, deep and soft, warm and cool, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a touch of ridicule: "Is it? ”

Qin Qiao'er lowered her eyebrows and looked pleased.

"You think so, that is." Shen Zhinian didn't mean anything to explain to her, picked up a very clean handkerchief next to him, and wiped the tweezers in his hand.

Then slowly put it on the fire lit by alcohol and turn it gently to sterilize: "Since I am your savior, your life belongs to me." In the future, you will have to do whatever I tell you to do. ”

Others were ordered voluntarily, but he took the initiative to bring it up.

Qin Qiao'er didn't dare to disobey, carefully peeking at his eyebrows and face, extremely sincere: "I only heard Brother Zhinian." ”

The man did not reply to her, focusing on the tweezers in his hand, and was not pleased or angry at her submission.

The fire of the burning of alcohol, glowing with a faint green, reflected the bottom of his pupils, sinking like a deep pool, densely woven with horror.

Qin Qiao'er's heart was pounding, but she could only suppress her eyelids.

Her current body is really complete, and it is no longer the broken body she used to be.

Now, she is worthy of Brother Wuheng.

As long as there is no Su Yu, Brother Wuheng is hers. The person who looked exactly like Su Yu in his previous life must not stay under his nose.

Qin Qiao'er's eyebrows hung very low, and seeing that he was serious and focused, she quietly turned around and listened to the sentence behind her: "By the way, in the future, don't come to see me without my order." ”。

She paused, answered, and left.