The girl closed her eyes and took a deep breath, rolled her throat, and said lightly: "Qiao Jinyan, I'm not the Qiao Beiying you said, since you have figured it out now, let's divorce!" ”

Qiao Jinyan didn't frown slightly, and didn't understand what divorce meant.

He guessed that this was meant to leave him.

Qiao Fanyin paused, looked at Qiao Jinyan, and continued: "Whether you have amnesia or after amnesia, it is not me who you like, I don't like you either, rather than this, the two of us might as well divorce." ”

Qiao Jinyan glanced at Qiao Fanyin in a complicated manner, his thin lips pursed slightly, and he couldn't say a word.

Finally, choose to leave the room.

Qiao Fanyin heard a 'bang' closing the door, and hooked her lips with self-deprecation, tears couldn't help but flow from her eyes.

……

Den.

The air in the room seemed to freeze every cell.

A sense of oppression hit.

Qiao Jinyan sat in the office chair, his handsome cheeks were cold and cold, and his thin lips were in a straight line.

The eyes are as deep and sharp as the night, as if they can see through the soul.

The man's big hand slowly clenched in, bursting out of the green tendons, and his heart was heavy and breathless.

She wasn't Qiao Beiying!

A small face that is the same, a character that is the same, and even the waist has traces of flowers on the other side.

Why isn't it Ying'er!

How the hell did he end up in such a place?

Another heart-piercing pain hit the brain, like thousands of ants gnawing at it.

Qiao Jinyan slowly opened his eyes, like a male lion who had just woken up, his eyes were deep and cold and terrifying.

She was right.

He was brought to Qiao's house, and he lived in Song's house until he was five years old.

And before that, his name was Song Jinyan.

He didn't remember his memories very well before he was five years old, and his memories began to blur before he was younger.

But all the memories are incomparably familiar.

Like his childhood memories in the palace, vague but familiar.

Qiao Jinyan is Han Jinyan.

So what exactly is he going to do if he came to this place.

Everything here is extremely foreign to him.

But everything here seemed to be as familiar as his memory.

Is he Qiao Jinyan or Han Jinyan?

Who the hell is he!

……

After Qiao Jinyan left the room, Qiao Fanyin sat on the bed sluggishly and cried silently for a long time.

Adjust his emotions, and return to his room from Qiao Jinyan's room in a trance.

The girl returned to the bathroom of her room and soaked in the warm spring water, as comfortable as a baby in her mother's womb.

He knew that he was not Qiao Beiying, and he would definitely divorce him, let alone keep himself in his room again.

In this way, she didn't have to work hard to please him, and saved her life while walking on thin ice, but relaxed a lot.

But she felt even more pain in her heart, like a silver needle piercing her heart.

Even if he was the same person, Qiao Jinyan was no longer the previous Qiao Jinyan.

……

Late at night, Qiao Jinyan returned to the bedroom from the study.

I stood at the door of my bedroom for a long time before I mustered up the courage to raise my hand and open the door to my room.

He Qiao Jin Yan has always been ruthless and resolute, and he felt sorry for that girl for the first time.

Even if the two of them are the same, she is indeed not Ying'er.

Qiao Jinyan opened the door of the room, but he didn't see Qiao Fanyin's figure, and his chest was empty.

It was like a mountain pressing down on his chest and suffocating him.

Qiao Jinyan walked on the messy big bed, and the red on the sheets was like a blooming plum blossom, stinging his eyes.