"Ah Qing, are you making up a story to lie to me?" Han Zhen smiled, her eyebrows and eyes gentle, and still called her Aqing, and her slender fingers gently stroked her face.

"I didn't make up a story, I didn't lie to you." Yuan Qing shook his head.

"Ah Qing, do you know that you make me sad when you say these things?" He looked down at her, fingertips caressing her lips, tossing and turning.

It's just a pity that the old feeling is gone.

There are some things that are spread out in front of you in blood, and you may not be willing to accept them.

"Her name is also Yuan Qing, and her husband looks exactly like you." Yuan Qing said with tears in his eyes.

"Ah Qing, don't say it, okay?" His line of tears fell on her face.

"She is the real Yuan Qing, and I am the real her, the two of us, the soul has changed." Yuan Qing closed his eyes.

"Ah Qing......" he called her, his voice hurting to the bone marrow.

"Let me go, okay?" She pleaded with him.

His sad tears fell on her face and her eyes, but she just wanted to go home, she just wanted to go home and prepare dinner for her family, and she just wanted to run away from this man.

Han Zhen finally let go of her, she picked up the vegetable basket that fell on the ground, opened the door and left.

Behind, Han Zhen sat on the edge of the bed, and a big man shed a lot of tears.

……

After Jing Qingran got the script of the drama, she studied how to act in the drama at home every day, and the company rarely went to work, and all her workload was transferred to the drama.

She is already an actor, and she hasn't acted enough.

……

When the time goes backwards, things may not be as good as they should be.

……

On the street, a young woman is holding a little boy, they are a mother and son, the mother is holding the child's little hand, walking slowly.

A man followed them not far behind them, watching them.

The man had been following the little boy's mother for a week, and he was an Interpol with professional tracking skills.

A week ago, he heard Yuan Qing, who was in her thirties, say that her soul was interchangeable with that of Yuan Qing, who was in her twenties, so he focused on following Yuan Qing, who was in his twenties.

Yuan Qing didn't know that Yuan Qing, who was in his thirties, had already told Han Zhen the secret between them, and he didn't know that Han Zhen, who was extremely professional, had been following him and investigating everything.

Han Zhen is, in a way, a terrible man.

Yuan Qing led Xiao Ji to the side of a car, opened the door, and let Xiao Ji sit in the car, she turned around and walked out of the car, sat down, and drove away.

"Mom, that's what that uncle is like, he seems to be following us all the time." Xiao Ji keenly felt that there was a man following their mother and son.

Xiao Ji only followed Yuan Qing out to go shopping today, and he was keenly aware that there was a man who had been following them, but Yuan Qing had been followed by a man for a week, and she didn't even notice it.

The senses of a child are really acute.

Yuan Qing subconsciously raised his eyes and looked around, but there was not a single suspicious stalker.

"Xiao Ji, they all tell you not to watch too many reasoning films, at a young age, you are so suspicious." Although Yuan Qing said this, there was a doting smile in his eyes, and he reached out to rub his son's little head.

Xiao Ji usually likes to watch mystery cartoons, for example, Detective Conan or something.

This little boy's IQ is many times higher than that of his peers.

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