Under the moonlight, the man's figure had an indescribable sense of familiarity, as if he had seen it somewhere.

He has unusual silver hair, an elegant and clean temperament, and a broad back that makes people feel a deep sense of security in their hearts, which makes Jiang Ruo can't help but approach.

Jiang Ruo clenched her skirt tightly with both hands, the blood between her palms rubbed on her clothes, the dark red fabric could barely see the blood, the cool air between her fingers penetrated into her bones, and her whole body was blown cold outside for so long.

Jiang Ruo pursed her lips in a complicated mood, she couldn't see the upper half of her face covered by the mask, and even the lips and jaws that were exposed outside fell into shadows, blurry.

It's just that the feeling this person gives her is too different.

His behavior also made her puzzled and curious.

Why did you save her?

"You are—"

"Be careful!"

Before Jiang Ruo's words were finished, the man hugged her intimately into his arms, firmly protected her, and kicked down the killer who had been beaten to the ground.

This sound?

Too familiar!

She will never forget it for the rest of her life!

Suddenly, Jiang Ruo had doubts in his heart.

Is it that Wen Yuan is not dead?

Jiang Ruo lifted his eyelids and looked at the handsome man beside him in a daze, and could vaguely see the lower half.

The lips like cherry blossoms in spring, like the jawline carefully carved by God, everything is so familiar.

She couldn't believe it.

Incredible.

Wen Yuan really didn't die?

Jiang Ruo's eyes on the man, peach blossom eyes, and tear moles were already obvious.

But...

She felt that he was not Wen Yuan.

He has a different temperament from Wen Yuan.

And Wen Yuan has already fallen in love with her, and when he reunites after this death, he will not be so cold to her.

Unless Wen Yuan forgot her, but forgot her, why did he appear in time to save her?

But if he wasn't Wen Yuan, who would it be?

Such a similar face.

So who's who, exactly?

Jiang Ruo suddenly had a shocking thought in his heart.

Don't...

Did she admit her mistake?

Wen Yuan is not Jiang Huai, the real Jiang Huai...

The more Jiang Ruo thought about it, the more he felt suffocated, uncomfortable, and couldn't believe it.

She remembered something instantly, and immediately took the man's left hand, skillfully took off the black glove wrapped around his slender fingers, and examined his ring finger in the dim environment.

White and clean, without any traces.

He does not have an R tattoo on the side of his ring finger.

Isn't it her Ahuai brother either?

Jiang Ruo felt disappointed, and his drooping eyebrows and eyes were full of sorrow.

She whispered in frustration, as if she was calling her most important lover, and her voice was relentless: "Brother Ahuai..."

At that moment, Wen Huai felt something wet fall from the back of his hand.

The tears burned his heart like lava.

The woman's soft, sweet voice crossed his heart, making him tremble and indulge in greed.

It even hurts a little.

It hurts unspeakably.

The sound reverberates infinitely in my head. ap.

There are even a lot of images that come out with the sound.

She seems to have called him Brother Ahuai before.

What does he have to do with her?

What the hell had he forgotten?

"What do you call me?" He asked, stunned.

Inexplicably, he didn't want to see her cry.

So he raised his hand to wipe away her tears for her, extremely gently, as if subconsciously, even he didn't expect it.

His cleanliness fetish was on her, as if it no longer existed.

Every cell in his body was telling him that he didn't dislike her.

Death's left hand, which others didn't dare to touch, but he didn't dislike her touching and stroking at all, and even liked it very much, enjoying it, as if he had done it before.

There was a feeling that he was ready for her all over his body.

Waiting for her to enjoy at any time.

Jiang Ruo raised his eyes and looked at him again, as if they were the only ones in the entire heaven and earth, ignoring those who were defeated on the ground.

Jiang Ruo looked at him affectionately with those beautiful and delicate crescent eyes, his eyes were affectionate, as if there was an inexhaustible love, "Brother Ahuai."

Jiang Ruo said as she wanted to take off his mask to see his true face, and by the way, she was sure of the bold idea in her heart.

When she was only a centimeter away from the mask, Wen Huai stopped her hand and said succinctly, "Go."

..

She didn't see all of his faces.

The wind blows, wave after wave.

As soon as Jiang Ruo and Wen Huai got rid of those people, they collided head-on with another wave.

Wen Huai fought against it alone, and he gave Jiang Ruo a look, as if to say: Go away!

No matter how many doubts there are, it doesn't matter how much life is saved.

Jiang Ruo learned from the pain, but still felt that it was better to run away first.

And where Cen Mo went, it also worried her.

I'm afraid that something will happen to him.

After all, tonight's chase was more or less aimed at her, and it was she who involved him and involved him.

Shen Ying sat in a black car not far away, and when she saw Jiang Ruo fleeing, she immediately went to chase after her.

..

Jiang Ruo ran away in a panic.

Shen Ying asked the driver to drive, faster than Jiang Ruo's two legs.

As soon as Jiang Ruo turned the street, there was an extremely dazzling light, which made her unable to open her eyes, her eyebrows were shallow, and she raised her hand to cover it.

At this moment, the streets of the early morning seem to be suddenly falling in the daylight.

By the time Jiang Ruo could see his face clearly, the driver had already respectfully opened the car door and greeted Shen Ying to get out of the car.

The woman wore an elegant and gorgeous dress, and the outermost winter coat was made of fine fox fur, which was extremely warm on her body, and she walked with light steps, swaying, and a classical and dignified beauty.

The sound of high heels hitting the concrete floor is like the bell of death, full of oppression.

Jiang Ruo stood in place, slowly seeing the woman's face clearly.

Shen Ying!

Jiang Ruo's tone was very impulsive, and he didn't have a good face towards her, "Did you send those people? What the hell do you want?"

"Why do you have to target me? Kill me all?"

Before, she thought that Shen Ying was really a beautiful and kind sister, and she helped her untie the chains when they first met, so she was not disgusted with Huo Jinting's Bai Yueguang.

But then many things made it difficult for her to like it anymore.

Especially that allergy.

Tea talk and tea talk have to frame her!

If it weren't for the fact that she was also allergic to peaches, she was afraid that she would be wronged in vain.

Shen Ying approached Jiang Ruo step by step, her smile was cold, full of hatred, "A junior still dares to say that he is innocent?"

Jiang Ruo immediately denied: "I'm not a junior!"

Not before, not now, and even less in the future.

Shen Ying: "Ah Ting has been my fiancé from the beginning, and from the first day you seduced him, you have been a junior."

Jiang Ruo: "At first, I didn't know that he had you in his heart, but then I broke up with him, and he kept holding on to me!"

Keep rubbing her like a dog!

"No matter how much you say, you're still a junior, just like your shameless mother!"

"You shouldn't exist, you shouldn't look like me!"

Jiang Ruo's arm was tightly pinched by Shen Ying, and she frowned in pain, "You let go of me!" Let it go!"

This whole night of tossing made Jiang Ruo extremely irritable, and he used all his strength to push Shen Ying away.

This was followed by the sound of glass shattering one after another.

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The old glass in front was shattered.

"Yingying!"