Her forehead was covered with sweat, and her beautiful eyes were full of fear as she looked at the dark room.

It looks like a nightmare.

Lin Qian turned over and reached out to touch the switch on the bedside table.

With a "snap", the dark room without a trace of light was shrouded in light in an instant.

Lin Qian patted his chest, and he hadn't recovered from the nightmare yet.

She had a dream, a very terrible dream, she dreamed that An Le and Xiao Yuyu fell in a pool of blood, and their small bodies were covered with knives of different sizes.

Their faces were pale, and their lips were slightly open, and she couldn't reflect a glimmer of light, and her eyes opened slightly in horror.

It seems that they are so scared when they are on the verge of death, and the little mouth that opens slightly is more heart-rending than shouting for help.

This dream is too real, and the reality makes Lin Qian think that this is not a dream, this thing has really happened, but she is also like what happened in the dream, she doesn't know anything.

By the time she found her two children, everything was a foregone conclusion!

She was the only one in the huge room, and she was very helpless to protect her feet, trying to give herself a little warmth and comfort in this way.

"Knock knock."

There was a knock on the door in the quiet room.

Lin Qian's trance came back to her senses for a moment, thinking that Qiao Mohan was back, she jumped out of bed, ran over and opened the door barefoot.

When she saw a maid with a tray in her hand outside the door, her eyes were full of loss.

It's not Qiao Mohan......

Maid: "Young grandma, you are awake, this is the soup that the young master specially ordered to boil for you, saying that if you wake up, I will bring it to you to drink." ”

Now Lin Qian, who has no intention of drinking soup and eating, she turned sideways and said weakly: "Where do you bring it in and put it, I'll drink it later." ”

The maid paused, "But madam, this soup is originally warm, and if you drink it now, it will be cold, and if you drink it for a while, it may be cold......"

Lin Qian didn't loosen the maid's words in the slightest, she insisted and said: "You bring it in now, just put it there, when I want to drink it, I will naturally drink it." ”

The maid struggled to speak, "But this soup ......"

For the rest of the words, Lin Qian's eyes were so frightened that he smoked, pursed his lips, walked in with a tray, and left after putting down the ginseng soup in his hand.

Lin Qian closed the door in despair.

She didn't know what time it was, but without sleep, she walked out to the balcony, opened the closed curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows, pushed open the doors of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and walked out.

There is no moon in the sky tonight, Lin Qian looked up, he couldn't see anything, there was no moon and no stars, and there was no light in the dark and dull sky, which was depressing, very depressing.

Listening to the music of small raindrops rolling down and hitting all things, it has a sad taste.

She stretched out her hand, and cold, small, powerful raindrops hit her palm.

An overwhelming sadness quickly wrapped Lin Qian, and he felt so sad, he suddenly became very good, and the sadness made people see depression.

Lin Qian's eyes flashed, and she tried hard to hold back her from crying, but the tears were completely out of her control, and she ran out of her eyes.

It dripped down her graceful jaw and on the cold floor, making a subtle sound.

This dream is like a key, which opens the deepest self-blame and debt to the two little babies in Lin Qian's heart.

She thinks it's all her fault for what got things the way they are.

From the moment she didn't listen to Qiao Mohan's words, it seemed that she had already doomed this matter to turn into a tragedy.

She wanted to vent, but she couldn't find any way to do so, and she didn't seem to feel alive.

After standing for a long time, she suddenly thought of a way to make her heart feel comfortable.

Because of this thought, she seemed to be in a better mood, turned and went into the house, returned to her room, came to her dresser, opened a small compartment, and rummaged through it.

After rummaging through it a few times, she saw the thing she was trying to find, took it out, and put it in front of her eyes to look at it.

The silver-sharp blades emitted bursts of silver light in the light.

Lin Qian took it and stabbed it on his snow-white wrist.

With just such a slight stroke, a shallow wound broke through the delicate skin, and bright red blood beads came out of the shallow knife edge.

This bright and stimulating color stimulated Lin Qian's brain, and the thin and stinging pain alleviated the guilt in Lin Qian's heart.

She picked up the eyebrow pencil knife, and this time with a little force, she slashed her wrist again at a shallow wound.

This time, it wasn't a bead of blood that came out of the wound, but a stream of bright red blood dripping down his wrist onto the floor.

Bloom one by one, a bewitching blood flower.

The stronger pain was paralyzing Lin Qian's nerves, making her feel joy and a touch of pleasure after releasing the guilt in her heart.

When the pain in his wrist was reduced, Lin Qianji picked up the eyebrow knife in his hand again, and without hesitation, he stabbed his wrist again.

I don't know if I should praise Cheng Mo's good consciousness, Qiao Mohan sent people to find the clues left by Cheng Mo, and they had no other harvest except to find a mobile phone that was discarded by Cheng Mo at the beginning.

While Qiao Mohan was busy dealing with the company's affairs, he also had to be distracted to instruct his subordinates how to find them.

The company's affairs were dealt with, but he spent almost a night and didn't find Cheng Mo's hiding place.

There is also a fortunate thing in this misfortune, that is, it can now be guaranteed that there are no accidents with the two little ones.

When I returned to Qiao's house, it was already early in the morning.

Qiao Mohan came to his bedroom and looked at the light coming out of the crack in the door below, it seemed that Lin Qian had woken up.

Push open the door, "Wife, ...... you wake up"

Raising his eyes, he saw that Lin Qian was holding a sharp knife, and was about to fill a new wound on the already scarred arm.

Qiao Mohan stepped forward with an arrow and snatched the eyebrow trimming knife from Lin Qian's hand.

"Wife, what are you doing here?"

Lin Qian, who had taken away the source of happiness in his hand, was stunned for a moment, and in the next second, he reached out and made a gesture to regain it from Qiao Mohan's hand.

"Give it back to me! You give me back my stuff! What are you doing? I asked you to give me back my things, didn't you listen! Bastard! Give it to me! ”