Chapter 122: I don't want to go back to the past

Helan Jin looked at him and looked away, his apricot eyes narrowed slightly.

"You're the south wind?" Helan Jin stared at him sensitively, looking at his side face and silhouette, thinking that she was grabbed by his leg that night, not letting her jump into the courtyard, and saying that she couldn't let the young master rape the corpse? Isn't that the boy in front of you?

"Yes." Nanfeng stood there respectfully, but he didn't dare to look at her directly.

Without waiting for her to speak, a hand reached out from behind and took her into his arms, and the man's magnetic voice sounded: "Don't frighten him." ”

"Less, less master." When Nanfeng heard his voice, his eyes lit up, and he was full of peach hearts, but he still deliberately concealed his emotions.

Seeing this, Helan Jin glanced at them in some surprise. With that look, it can be seen that Nanfeng obviously admires Qiao Hanye very much.

"Go and rest." Qiao Hanye said, Nanfeng listened to the sound and prepared to leave on a motorcycle.

As soon as he raised his legs and got into the car, Qiao Hanye reached out and grabbed him, and whispered, "Lend me the car." ”

Nanfeng watched Qiao Hanye "snatch" his car, he was stunned, subconsciously dodged and hid in the dark, silently took out a cigarette and lit it, took out his mobile phone and grabbed it.....

At this moment, Qiao Hanye turned around and sat in the car, his long legs propped up on the ground, and said to Helan Jin: "Can't sleep? I'll take you for a ride. ”

"Okay." Seeing this, Helan Jin sat down at the back of the motorcycle boldly, Qiao Hanye stepped on the accelerator, turned a corner on the spot and braked sharply, Helan Jin didn't sit firmly, the whole person crashed forward, and was so frightened that he hurriedly hugged Qiao Hanye's waist.

"Sit tight." Qiao Hanye said.

But Nanfeng stood there, glanced at it silently, touched his head, and wondered a little how Qiao was a racing king on a cold night, why was his driving skills so poor? Just now, he braked suddenly, causing Helan Jin's body to hit forward, and quickly hugged his waist.

Thinking of this, Nanfeng solved the problem, and when he turned around to go back, he vaguely saw a woman kneeling on the ground, washing her face.

"Why are there women everywhere?" Seeing this, Nanfeng was obviously a little shadowed by He Ruoxue's skirt in front of him, and turned his head and walked back.

And at this moment, He Ruoxue knelt there, washed her face, smelled the smell of urine, and she whispered: "Garbage place, no wonder there are earthquakes and dead people, there are problems with the quality of people here, even the water is problematic, and the smell of urine makes me angry." ”

She stood up and looked at the dirt she had just used her hands to dig and break her nails before she crawled out.

Fortunately, the black widow in the tin box silently covered the tin box and held it tightly in her hand.

He Ruoxue was very tired, and when she was about to leave, she saw that the child's clothes were in tatters, and one of his shoes was missing, his lips were purple from the cold, and his body exuded a poor atmosphere, He Ruoxue's eyes suddenly changed, as if recalling the unbearable past.

She remembered that night when she was a child, it was cold and cold. She looked by the He Mansion and saw Helan Jin's mansion, wearing a beautiful dress, swinging, eating food, like a little princess, but she had nothing.

At that time, she was thinking that if she could replace Helan Hibiscus one day, let herself live in it and become a little princess.

I didn't expect her to make her dream come true one day. One night, a guest came to the house, and she vaguely overheard their conversation.......

"I can't go back in time, I can't go back." He Ruoxue was pulled back to her senses by the sound and muttered in a low voice.

He Ruoxue came back to her senses and saw a motorcycle speeding by, and He Lanjin sat behind a man, and let out a joyful laugh, as if to satirize her for being poor and unproductive......