It turned out that he was for this.

That's right, a cold-blooded businessman like him would never care about anything other than money.

Ye Xun's heart was sour.

For a moment, she even thought that he was trying to understand herself and ease the relationship between them, but she was wrong.

Outside the window, the rain was loud, and Ye Xun hung his head slightly, silent for a long time.

"I don't remember much of the past." She said slowly, "I only know that my health was very bad before, and I always loved to get sick, and I also asked my family why I didn't have too many childhood memories, and my mother said that it was because I had a particularly severe high fever, which made me delirious, and after I got better, I couldn't recall the old things." ”

After listening to her words, somewhere in her heart, a faint light began to slowly ignite.

She said she couldn't remember the past.

If Su Qing was still alive, she would be exactly the same age as her, and the two of them would look very similar. If, he said if, Ye Xun is really Su Qing......

The man's eyes shimmered, and in the dark, they were as sharp as a falcon.

Decade.

A whole decade.

Should he pursue this ethereal truth?

Just as Jian Xilin was in deep thought, the sky outside the window suddenly lit up, and a blinding lightning bolt slashed down, accompanied by a deafening thunderclap, which seemed to shake the entire building.

"Ahh

Ye Xun was so frightened that he closed his eyes, covered his ears with his hands desperately, and shrank in the corner behind the door shivering.

"What's wrong? Hey, Kaoru Ha! Jian Xilin was startled by her reaction, and anxiously banged on the door, constantly shouting and asking her, "Are you okay?" Answer me, Kaoru Ha! ”

The people inside didn't seem to hear his almost angry roar.

The suppressed cry trembled out, so desolate, so helpless.

Jian Xilin's pupils shrank suddenly, and he pulled the door lock twice, and found that it was impossible to open it at all, he listened to the desperate sobs in the door, and the tip of his heart began to tremble, and he didn't think too much about it, and ran to the window at the end of the corridor in three steps and two steps, and opened it.

Sure enough, just below the window, there was a narrow platform, and if you followed that, you could reach the bottom of the window in the training hall.

But the platform was so narrow that it was only a foot wide, and one could only stand on it, clinging to the wall, trying to walk on it, and it was six stories high, and it was pouring rain outside, and it was not too much to say that it was a game of death.

Jian Xilin watched quietly, only thought for less than five seconds, and then made up his mind, propped himself on the windowsill with one hand, and landed firmly on the platform with a chic sideways turn.

Icy rain poured down its head.

He wiped his face, quickly adjusted his posture, pressed his body against the wall, tried to move two steps forward, and when he found a feeling, he suddenly picked up speed.

A few centimeters away, if you fall, you will definitely die in the abyss.

As if God was deliberately against him, the rain suddenly became more rapid, and the bean-sized raindrops crackled and smashed straight into Jian Xilin's face, only ten seconds, he was soaked from the inside out, the tips of the hair in front of his forehead fell, and the rain flowed down his short black hair into his clothes, and he didn't know it, and the movements under his feet became more and more neat, as if this was completely familiar to him.

Soon, Jian Xilin stopped under the window of the training hall, he shook off the water stains on his palms, his legs slammed into force, and he directly propped his body on the windowsill with two arms, turned over and jumped into the training hall.