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"An Qingqing, do you remember him? It is here, in order to protect you, that he was pushed off the cliff by the master. ”

The elder brother took her off the horse and walked to the edge of the cliff, at that time she was subconsciously afraid, and more than twenty years later, she was still afraid to go to the edge of the cliff.

"Remember that the person who was killed by you was my own brother Mo Ziye of Mo Fengchen, the woman you didn't save when you saw death was Mo Ziyue, the baby that Ye and I have been holding in the palm of our hands, I didn't kill you when I was standing on the edge of the cliff because I thought you didn't want the master to be so indifferent, I thought that as long as I was good to you, you would help me, but I was wrong, you are a cold-blooded animal like the master."

"An Qingqing, go die! Go down to accompany him, he must be very lonely. The elder brother cruelly dropped these words and gently threw her body into the cliff.

Mo Ziye......

Mo Ziye......

Bright......

Leng Ye......

Safely grabbed the pencil in his hand, and his hand kept shaking.

Maybe......

Maybe she's thinking too much.

There are many people with the same name and surname in this world, how can he be him.

Yes, it can't be.

An Ran stood up, the notebook fell to the ground, she didn't care, strode to the window, opened the window, the cool cold wind blew slowly, and her mood was much better.

"Click!" The door was pushed open.

"I'm sorry, please go out, I want to be alone." An Ran didn't look back, it was the same for her, she just wanted to be alone at the moment.

As if he hadn't heard An Ran's words, Leng Ye closed the door and walked into the room, saw the notebook falling on the ground, bent down to pick up the notebook, and saw a 'boy' in white costume in the painting.

He was stunned for a moment before walking behind An Ran, his hands passed through her waist, pressed tightly against her back, his chin rested on her shoulder, and said with a smile, "When did you peek at the photo of your husband when I was a child, and I painted it like this on my own initiative." ”

His photo......

An Ran turned her head sharply, her lips just kissing his face.

He looked at her sideways and looked at her closely, and said with a smile, "Why, I think my husband hasn't kissed in the morning, so now I come up and take the initiative to ask for a kiss, since my wife takes the initiative to ask for a kiss, how can my husband be dissatisfied." ”

After saying that, he blocked her lips and kissed her like a storm, and her mind went blank when she kissed.

Until there was a tearing sound, the sound of clothes being torn, made An Ran come back to her senses.

At this time, the clothes on her chest had been torn by him, and he was roaming around her recklessly with one hand, grabbing her shorts with the other, and tearing them apart with a loud sound.

An Ran immediately pushed him away and looked at him with a serious face.

Pushed away again, Leng Ye raised his eyebrows and asked, "Still angry." ”

Angry, she didn't have the time to be angry with him at the moment, she just wanted to be sure of one thing.

She picked up the notebook, flipped through the sketch, and asked with some eagerness, "You said you looked like this when you were a child." ”

"That means, you're not drawing your husband?" Leng Ye squinted at her dangerously, "This is not a good sign. Leng Ye was also joking when he said this, it was impossible for someone in this world to look the same as him and Ling, so he just wanted to make An Ran laugh.

An Ran didn't care about Leng Ye's words, and continued to ask, "Are you sure this is you?" ”

Leng Ye didn't know why An Ran was so excited to ask him such a question, but he still replied, "It's not me, it's Ling." ”

"I don't believe it." How is it possible, how can it be true.

"When did I lie to you." Leng Ye took out his mobile phone and rummaged through a folder for a long time before looking for a photo, he clicked on the photo and showed it to her, "Look!" ”

The photo was taken when Leng Ye and Leng Ling were only eleven or twelve years old, the two of them wore the same and looked the same, if people who didn't know couldn't tell who they were.

An Ran's hand swiped over one of the photos, the face was exactly the same, even the smile was exactly the same, warm with tenderness, as warm as the sun.

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