The window on the second floor of Jiuya's house is big, and Cheng Zhifei almost leaned out of the window and grabbed Jiuya tightly, and Jiuya finally stepped on the ladder and came down from the outer wall of the hotel.

"It's all gone, it's a false alarm, it's okay." As soon as Jiuya's feet landed, Tian Huanzhu began to disperse the onlookers.

"Jiang Jiuya, what are you jumping off the building for? Xiao Han doesn't go to work today, and the same thing happens to you a little often! If a girl doesn't even know how to be reserved......"

"I'm sorry, I missed cleaning the window." Jiuya heard the sour sarcasm in Tian Huanzhu's words, Jiuya stopped explaining, bowed to Tian Huanzhu and apologized, and went upstairs.

"Why did you jump?" As soon as Jiuya went upstairs, Cheng Zhifei was like amnesia, and asked Jiuya why she jumped down.

"It's okay, I'll pour you a glass of water." Jiuya has already figured out the relationship between Cheng Zhifei and the box, Jiuya said and picked up the cold cup on the table and slammed it directly on the table.

"Sit down!" Jiuya held the glass stubble and threatened Cheng Zhifei.

"What's the situation? Don't hurt yourself. Cheng Zhifei thought that Jiuya had mania, so he compromised and sat on the sofa first.

"How did you get this skin!" Jiuya picked up the life on the ground and asked Cheng Zhifei.

"I've been living a mess these past few days, and I vaguely remember that I saved a girl, and she gave it to me." Cheng Zhifei's memory was a little confused, but he still replied obediently, and it was completely two people just now.

"What time, save it there!"

"Forget, I might have kidnapped her too, no, I killed her kidnapper, no, do I know her?" Cheng Zhifei's memory became even more confused, holding his head and trying to recall.

"Then who gave you this box!" Jiuya watched Cheng Zhifei hold his head, slid from the sofa to the ground in pain, picked up the box and shook it at Cheng Zhifei.

"One...... A man with a guitar on his back! Box! Give me the box! ”

"You're a big-headed ghost!" Jiuya was unceremonious, and directly threw the box out of the window, allowing Cheng Zhifei to wail in pain on the ground.

"Jiang Jiuya! Do you know how to respect the old and love the young! I'm your elder, your aunt and grandmother have been in business here for five or six years, and they are all in harmony with me, I'm moving today, what kind of things are you throwing at me! Uncultured stuff! ”

Jiuya was a little stronger, and the box was thrown at the door of the teahouse diagonally opposite, and on the head of the teahouse proprietress, the angry teahouse proprietress pulled up her waist and stood on the street and scolded the street.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Jiuya hurriedly ran downstairs to apologize to the other party.

"You say it's a high-altitude projectile to the smallest, and it's murder to the big! You think an apology is useful! Apologize is useful, ask the police to do it! ”

"I'm sorry, but can you still swipe your card? You're going to move, and I'll give you a piece of money for medical expenses. "Jiuya just went downstairs, and was educated by splitting her head and covering her face, although Jiuya really wanted to say that the second floor was still high, but she still held back, she was responsible for her own losses, and she was ruined to avoid disasters.

The other party was not polite, brushed Jiuya 10,000 yuan, and did not forget to explain to Jiuya, "I'm in my forties, and I don't care about this money, it's just that my head hurts too much, and I'm going to check Sa." ”

"Okay, okay, you're right." Jiuya nodded in response, now she just wants to make big things small, women are afraid of women, and she is afraid of women.

"Wait, take your broken box away." Jiuya was just about to leave, but the proprietress of the teahouse stopped Jiuya and handed the box back to Jiuya.

Jiuya thanked her again and returned to the second floor with the box, Cheng Zhifei's head had already been hit with blood and flesh, and Jiuya realized that she was in trouble.

Hurriedly helped Cheng Zhifei, who was knocked unconscious, to the sofa, found the medicine box from the floating dust room, and helped Cheng Zhifei bandage his wounds.

"Do you complain? Do you hate? There are so many people in the Jiang family who are your peers, why are you guarding this hotel, and at a flower-like age, you swallow your anger...... "Jiuya's mind began to echo this unfamiliar voice again.

Jiuya didn't dislike this voice, and felt that it was right, and Jiuya began to mumble to herself, "I hate it so much, why did you choose my ......"

"Jiuya! Scared me to death, you're fine. Just as Jiuya was indulging in that voice, Fuchen ran upstairs and saw that Jiuya was fine, so she knelt on the ground and fainted.

Fuchen shouted and called Jiuya back, took out the box in his pocket and threw it on the counter, looking at Fuchen's pale face and the clothes on his body were soaked, most of them ran back.

"Alas, you said it's a pity that you two don't get together, and you're too cruel to yourself." Jiuya sighed and dragged the dust onto the sofa again.

Cheng Zhifei and Fuchen were lying on the sofa, Jiuya studied the small box, took a few photos and sent them to Qin Ling.

Jiuya, who couldn't get a reply, paid attention to Cheng Zhifei again, first helped Cheng Zhifei change into dusty clothes, and took out Cheng Zhifei's mobile phone.

"I've also changed your clothes, don't mind if I look at your phone." Jiuya spoke to the unconscious Cheng Zhifei, opened the mobile phone, but found that it was a mobile phone with floating dust.

Jiuya didn't give up, and continued to search for clues from Cheng Zhifei, Cheng Zhifei woke up and grabbed Jiuya's hand.

"What are you doing out there?" Cheng Zhifei held his head with his other hand and questioned Jiuya.

"Find clues and help you ......," Jiuya said weakly.

"Help me? Who are you? ”

"Jiang Jiuya."

"My head hurts, do I know you?"

"It doesn't matter if you recognize it or not, do you know Fuchen?"

"Yes, is your surname Meng?"

"Yes, yes, yes, think about it, do you hate him very much?"

"I remember!" Cheng Zhifei grabbed Jiuya's hand, pulled it hard, and sat up with Jiuya's strength.

"What do you remember?"

"I was volunteering at an orphanage, and there was a strange man with a guitar on his back, a black mask and a black hat, who came to me and gave me a strange box, and then my memory began to skew."

"What's wrong?" As soon as Jiuya heard the guitar, she knew that it was Zuo Ze and didn't run.

"I ...... I don't really remember it, I don't seem to be who I am anymore. ”

"Do you remember when you pretended to be Floating Dust?"

"Why impersonate him?"

"I still want to ask you, you carefully recall the memories, you are not jealous of him, hate him? For example, more than ten years ago, he was adopted, and you were not adopted, or something? Jiuya tried to remind Cheng Zhifei.

"Am I doing something excessive?"

"No, no, I'll let you reminisce."

"I vaguely remember that I seemed to push you off the windowsill." Cheng Zhifei held his forehead, recalled it carefully, and remembered some fragments.

"That's all right, you should think about what complaints you have about Fuchen now, and the two of you will communicate with each other, otherwise you will be used by others if you hold it in your heart." Jiuya pointed to the floating dust lying on the side, and asked Cheng Zhifei to communicate with the floating dust.

"I've experienced a lot of things, and I think about a lot of things very clearly, I used to have a grudge against Fuchen, and then I figured it out, but since I got that box, I feel that my life of failure is all caused by Fuchen."

"Failure?"

"It's not too much of a failure, it's just that some of it is less than the top, more than the bottom, and some ups and downs, do you want to hear a story?" Cheng Zhifei raised the corners of his mouth and looked at Jiuya with a smile, and then told Jiuya about the matter between him and Fuchen.

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