This action was a bit abrupt, but Xiao Qing spoke eloquently, and his eyes were like a deep whirlpool, luring Lincier into it.

His hands were still hot, but so was her already drunk body, and most importantly, his words had captured her full attention.

Who doesn't?

Meaning, does he have it too?

"You've also been deceived by your closest and favorite person?"

"Well, yes." Xiao Qing rubbed her fingertips.

"Who is it? How did you deceive you? Lincille asked anxiously.

People who are unwilling to accept the tragic reality always hope that in another corner of the world, there are people who are as miserable as her.

"Originally, we were supposed to be close relatives, I went to look for him, thinking that he would also like me and be close to me......" Xiao Qing's voice was low, magnetic, and obviously suppressed, like the night breeze wandering in the denseness.

"But how? Hey, don't you talk halfway? ”

"But he hates me and thinks I'm dirty. Bad? He didn't want to see me, he wanted the world to be without me, so he let the dog go......"

Unconsciously, Lincill's hand had completely fallen into Xiao Qing's palm, and was pulled by him, approaching his left cheek little by little, and suddenly, sticking up-

"Hey!" Lincille exclaimed, but not for the disgusting touch, "He, he's going to let the dog bite you?" ”

"yes."

"Oh my God, your relatives are treating you like this!" Linciel gasped in horror.

She was born in a wealthy family, and she has heard a lot of stories similar to competing for favor, seizing property, deceit, and cannibalism, but Xiao Qing is particularly thrilling and tragic.

No wonder Dad said, nobles, none of them are clean.

Lincier looked at Xiao Qing with great pity, her fingers were pulled by him, and she took the initiative to caress the scar, the bumpy touch, as if to tell her how terrible that scene was back then!

Alas, he could have been perfect, even more perfect than Ogarge.

In comparison, I just lost a scumbag and was hurt emotionally, but I didn't lose anything.

To say pitiful, he is much more pitiful than me.

"Then, do you hate your loved ones?" Lincill's tone became very soft.

"What about you?" Xiao Qing poured a small half glass of red wine again.

"Hate, of course hate!" Lincille picked it up, threw it up, and put it down heavily.

"Hehe, I hate it too." Xiao Qing smiled, revealing his white teeth, like an elegant and fierce wolf, "You say, should I forgive him or take revenge?" ”

"Revenge, of course! We're not so easy to be bullied! Lincille picked up the bottle and poured herself wine.

Xiao Qing also picked up the wine glass, greeted it, and touched it at the mouth of her glass, "Okay, a toast to revenge?" ”

"Cheers!"

The glass lifted from her lips, and in its place was Lincill's fingers, painted with red wine, and he kissed her twice, but she didn't notice it.

The alcohol evaporated in his heart, his eyes gradually scattered, but the words became more and more.

"Xiao Qing, let me tell you, Su Yunyi, that woman, how good I was to her in the first place! When she came to my house when she was 10 years old, she took a fancy to the hairpin on my head at a glance, and I gave it to her without saying anything! Later, she didn't say a word, and put on my tennis skirt and shoes, okay, it's okay! I have it, and I'm willing to share it with her, home, dad, clothes, jewelry, school, and Ou Jiazhi! It's really laughing to death, do you know, how did she meet Ou Jiazhi......"

As Lincille spoke, laughter turned to crying, and at last she threw herself on the countertop, knocking over the glass, and the man remained motionless.