Wushuang vaguely only remembered that he drank a glass of wine and fainted

The men with bad intentions walked towards her, getting closer and closer.

Wushuang seemed to remember that she was with Xiaobai last night, and she asked Xiaobai not to follow her, but how could Xiaobai rest assured that she was going alone?

Therefore, he still came to her, and she knew that after so many years of their relationship, Xiaobai was reluctant to let her be sad or sad

But now, who is this man in front of her?

Wasn't she taken away by Xiaobai?

Wushuang raised his hand and rubbed his eyes vigorously, the face in front of him was real, not a dream, nor her illusion

The shadow is full of shadows, and she seems to hear a low male voice in her ears again: "Wushuang is good, make me regretful"

Regrets?

Wushuang only felt a violent and piercing buzz in her ears, she looked at the man in front of her who was still sleeping with his eyes closed, she didn't want to believe it, and she couldn't believe it

She stretched out her fingers tremblingly, and her fingertips touched her face, which was as cool as jade in her dream

"Wushuang, don't make trouble."

He closed his eyes, raised his hand to hold Wushuang's thin white fingertips, sent it to his lips and kissed it lightly, and then hugged Wushuang tightly in his arms, his slightly cool face was attached to the side of her face, and he whispered softly: "Wushuang is good"

Wushuang heard that the blood in her whole body seemed to be flowing backwards, and every inch of her skin and every inch of nerves was trembling and trembling.

This voice is not unfamiliar to her, although from the age of ten to eighteen, he has never been to the imperial capital, but they have never cut off contact, on the phone, in the voice, the voice of him calling her name, always so deep and gentle.

But how could it be him, why should it be him?

Wushuang used all her strength to push the man in front of her away, she sat up with her hugging the quilt, but tears rolled down like a bank: "Why you, why you!" ”

The wound on her left shoulder suddenly hurt as she tried her best to resist it, and blood gushed out of the cracked wound again, quickly staining the gauze.

Regret Sheng sat up slowly, under the scattered forehead, his eyes were dark and helpless, he stretched out his hand, wanted to hug her, look up, and wipe her tears, but he didn't even dare to stretch it out.

"Mussou"

He just whispered her name.

Wushuang choked up crying, raised his hand and wiped away his tears, "Get out." ”

Her voice was hoarse, and she didn't even want to look at him again.

"Mussou"

Regret Sheng slowly stretched out his hand, "Don't cry"

Wushuang looked at him with red eyes, and suddenly raised his hand and slapped it on his face, "Get out, get out!" ”

He sat there, and the sunlight shone in from the window behind him, but the sunlight didn't fall on him.

His facial features were not in the faint shadows, even the pain between his eyebrows and eyes, and the pain in the depths of his pupils, were restrained and forbearing.

He remembered that he had just arrived at the young master's side.

However, the ten-year-old boy has endured bullying and humiliation, and his biggest hope every day is that he can eat a little more at the next meal and stop going hungry.

I didn't have the luxury of hoping to be able to eat and drink, the only thing I wanted was how to live the next day.

Later, the young master chose him, and he ascended from the mire to the sky step by step, and those who once scorned him and humiliated him were all just ants under his feet.

He looked up at the young master, and he said, young master, when I grow up, I want to be the king of this golden triangle like you.

But what did the young master say?

He just stroked his shoulder and sighed softly to him: "Sorry, you should never be like me."

He didn't understand it at the time, and even after the young master died of depression, he still couldn't figure it out.

Until finally, a small person lived in his heart.

He only knew that if that person smiled at him, if that person gently called his name, he thought, he would rather not be the king of the Golden Triangle, just gather around her, day by day, mediocre until he grows old.

"Wushuang."

He whispered her name again.

Wushuang grabbed the pillow and smashed it on his body: "I'll let you go, don't you understand human words!" ”

An eighteen-year-old girl who dreams of marrying her sweetheart as his bride.

But overnight, everything was turned upside down and completely overturned.

The person she was thinking about said that there was no way to like her.

She was the person that her eldest brother was in awe and admired, but she slept with her?

Wushuang wanted to laugh, but she couldn't, she looked at the dazzling blood stains on the sheets, she couldn't even lie to herself.

She never thought about marrying someone else in her life, and when she grew up, after ignorant of men and women, she also imagined what the candle night in the cave room between her and Xiaobai would look like?

They are so familiar, so familiar that they know what each other means with a look and an eyebrow

But now, everything is ruined.

"I don't want to see you again, I don't want to see you again, please go back to your southern Yunnan, please go back to your Golden Triangle, never, never appear in front of me again"

Wushuang got up and got out of bed, she grabbed the messy clothes on the ground and put them on her body.

Regret Sheng didn't speak, just looked at Wushuang's back.

When he was a child, he was tired of the little girl who didn't even look for him in his arms, and when he was ten years old, he surrounded him and never left, curiously listening to him tell the secret anecdotes of the Golden Triangle, and when he left the imperial capital, he was reluctant to hold his hand and refuse to let him go

Now she says she will never, never want to see him again.

Regret Sheng raised his hand and gently stroked half of his face with a faint pain, this is what he deserves, even if Wushuang stabs him to death, he deserves it.

"Young Master"

Ah Zuo's voice suddenly sounded outside the door, Wushuang's back trembled, and she subconsciously grabbed the messy clothes on her body.

Then, both Regret and Musou heard the sound of approaching cars.

Wushuang grabbed the placket of his clothes, and the whole person trembled.

He got out of bed and walked to the door, opened the door a line, and blocked Ah Zuo's sight, before asking in a deep voice: "What's wrong." ”

"The car from the presidential palace is coming."

Ah Zuo's voice was a little anxious: "Just now our people came back with the news, after the presidential palace learned of Miss Wushuang's disappearance last night, it was a mess up and down, Mrs. Xu slapped Young Master Xu, and Xu Jun was so angry that he wanted to kill Xu Shao."

Regret Sheng subconsciously looked back at Wushuang, Wushuang stood there in a daze, and the tears that had stopped were falling again when he heard these words.