"Fart!" Tang Qinghuan was so angry that he didn't choose to speak: "If you hadn't asked me to agree to get married, Wei Handong would have nothing to do with you no matter how much he did, but now that I'm in trouble, why did I go earlier, when you decide to make me Mrs. Qin, you should accept my past." ”

Accept her past with a marriage contract, accept the reality that Wei Handong doesn't want her, and accept her troubles.

Now, because of Wei Handong's harassment, she has to bear Qin Mo's punishment, which she can't accept, she doesn't feel that she is wrong.

Not only is there nothing wrong, but when facing Wei Handong, she behaved very well and was worthy of Mrs. Qin's identity.

Qin Mo took a puff of cigarette, extinguished the cigarette butt vigorously, and said in a low voice: "That's right, I found you first, so what?" If you ask for nothing, will you grant my request? Huanhuan, don't talk about yourself so innocently. ”

Without the slightest emotion, it completely ruined the harmonious atmosphere created by the tacit understanding between the two during this time. Tang Qinghuan stared at his back in disbelief, as if he had never known this man.

After this period of getting along, she thought that although the two had known each other for a short time, they could be regarded as friends, eating together, watching TV together, shopping together, and watching movies together every day.

He would be cautious and calculating her, and she would often jump to her feet when he was angry, and sometimes hit him twice when she was angry.

But how could he say such a thing at this time?

Qin Mo turned his back to her, and after being silent for a while, a self-deprecating laugh sounded in the dim bedroom: "Huanhuan, who am I?" ”

Although he didn't know why he asked, Tang Qinghuan still replied seriously: "You are Qin Mo, my future husband." ”

Qin Mo got up indifferently, his slender body was as oppressive as a mountain, he looked at her, his eyes were colors that she couldn't understand, like forbearance, like pain, and like the ice river in the cold winter gradually melting.

"Huanhuan, I'm your brother Qin, how can you forget me?"

He leaned forward and threw Tang Qinghuan down, kneeling on her sides with his legs, like a mad beast, with a hideous expression.

His hands were clamped on the sides of his head, and his body was charged, Tang Qinghuan almost lost her freedom, but her attention was not here, after the three words "Brother Qin" came out of Qin Mo's mouth, she felt distressed for a moment, and muttered blankly.

"Brother Qin......"

The title sounded familiar, as if she had been called a thousand times, and she stared at the man who held her under her, her face full of doubt.

"Good," Qin Mo raised a charming smile and kissed the tip of her nose approvingly, "Call again." ”

Tang Qinghuan also somehow obeyed his orders as if he had been drugged, and called out obediently: "Brother Qin." ”

"Call again."

"Brother Qin."

"Call again."

"Brother Qin."

……

This cycle repeatedly, calling over and over again names that were obviously unfamiliar but made her feel extremely familiar, and that kind of weirdness made her doubt deeper and deeper.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed in her mind, and an unfamiliar picture appeared in front of her, and before she had time to look closely, the picture disappeared without a trace, but her heart seemed to be empty, not painful, but very uncomfortable.

It's like being fried in a pan of oil, wrapped in oil and water, blocking breathing, but not feeling pain.

As everyone knows, her reaction really startled Qin Mo, a good person suddenly lost consciousness, staring at him with empty eyes, yes, staring at him, and looking at someone else through him.