Chapter 583: The Untold (13)

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In the end, Zhao Meng just gently helped Qiao Anhao to put the quilt back up: "I'll help you get dinner, you can rest well." ”

Joan replied lightly.

Zhao Meng went out, the silence in the room was a little terrifying, Qiao An could faintly hear her own breathing, she lay down for a long time, then moved her body gently, curled up, and then buried her head in the futon, and called in a low voice: "Lu Jinnian." ”

In response to her, there was the silence of the room.

A tear oozed from the corner of Qiao Anhao's eyes, but the corners of his lips were slightly hooked.

I love you the most, and I will always try to find you.

Maybe I won't be able to see you in this life, but looking for you is the only thing that can connect me with you.

So, I'm not going to give up.

Maybe one day we will actually see each other again, when you and I will have gray hair and teeth falling out.

But, it doesn't matter, I'm still looking for you.

You left with regret and despair, leaving me with courage and waiting.

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When Zhao Meng came back, Qiao Anhao had already fallen asleep, she didn't wake her up, just put dinner in the thermos box.

The simple room built for filming, the conditions are far inferior to the hotel, there is not even a TV, Zhao Meng has always liked to go to bed late, and he has been swiping the web page for a long time in another bed, and finally he is really bored, so he turned off the lights in the house and closed his eyes and fell asleep.

When Qiao An slept until the second half of the night, she suddenly felt that someone was moving her quilt, she thought it was Zhao Meng, closed her eyes and muttered "Don't make trouble", and then stretched out her hand and patted the hand that moved her quilt, but she felt that the sense of touch was extremely rough, and the knuckles were thick, not at all Zhao Meng's delicate and soft little hands, her sleepiness was completely gone, and the person suddenly opened her eyes.

The room was pitch black, and faintly by the moonlight outside the window, Qiao Anhao could see a figure covering her body, because the light was too dim, she couldn't see the person's face clearly, but she could be sure that it was a man.

Qiao An instinctively shook his spirit, and the person sat up from the bed at once: "Who are you?" ”

The man didn't seem to expect Qiao Anhao to wake up suddenly, and the hand that was originally groping for something next to her pillow suddenly paused, and then the person reached out in a panic, covered Qiao Anhao's mouth, and pressed her whole person down on the futon.

Qiao Anhao only had time to exclaim briefly, and then he could only let out a low whine.

The man pressed her mouth so hard that Qiao Anhao's nose couldn't breathe, and the instinct for help made Qiao Anhao reach out and grab his arm, pinching it with all his might.

Qiao An's easy to use force was extremely great, the man who was in pain snorted, and the force covering her mouth loosened slightly, Qiao Anhao immediately made a cry for help, wanting to wake up Zhao Meng, who was sleeping dead on the side, but just issued a "Zhao" word, and the man's hand pressed her face fiercely again, and then pulled the pillow under her head, pressed it her head, and pressed it hard.

The pillow was very soft, and when the man pressed it so hard, Qiao Anhao was so stuffy that she couldn't breathe at all, she stretched out her hand indiscriminately and struggled, and suddenly, there was a dull sound in her ears, and then the force on her face disappeared.