In fast time travel, there will always be men who will stop me from inheriting billions of dollars Chapter 128 Mr. Qing is crying for comfort again! (26)
Chapter 128 Mr. Qing is crying for comfort again! (26)
The second hand of the alarm clock ticks every time.
Dawn was approaching, and Xing Zhaizhai didn't have time to return to his bed as he wished.
Since filming with Mr. Qing, she hasn't heard anyone being heard or seen for a long time.
I heard it again tonight, the voice of that gentle and pure young man.
"I'm sorry for freedom, I'll name you freedom, and I won't set you free until you die."
The boy suppressed his sobs and didn't want to send it on its last journey to see him unhappy. He would be sad if he saw himself crying.
free?
It must be the dog that has been following him.
In the past six months, the boy has often appeared around her, and she has almost gotten to know him.
He has a gambling father, and his mother never shows up. His life is difficult, his grades are good, but he has no money to study.
There is a Qingmei who often helps him.
"Freedom is gone, but I'm still here, so don't be sad."
The girl comforted in a low voice.
"Thanks."
Freedom is dead, that cold home is no longer worth staying in, and the last bit of patience ends with the end of freedom.
The girl seemed to see his despair and asked tentatively: "The high school entrance examination is over, where are you going?"
"Um."
The young man didn't hide anything. She wanted to ask more questions, but he kept silent.
The girl left, leaving several hundred dollars behind.
Illusion?
This girl's voice is somewhat similar to Mr. Qing's manager's voice.
"Um....."
People around him showed signs of waking up, and Xing Zhaizhai was panicking.
When someone wakes up and sees herself, how can she explain why she is in his arms?
How should she face this embarrassing scene?
Deadly!
It was the first time since she was a child that she had such close contact with a man.
The red clouds covered her cheeks, and her heartbeat was beating like a drum as if she was about to run away from home. She had to be careful when breathing, for fear that he would wake up immediately if it got too heavy.
'Kui Kui, what should I do if he wakes up!'
"Zhai... Zhai?" The voice that had just woken up was low and hoarse, lustful and sultry.
Afraid of what might happen, Xing Zhaizhai stopped for a second and immediately closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.
Qingsu's eyes were filled with astonishment. Was he dazzled?
Why did I just see Zhai Zhai sleeping in my arms?
Ah
I just wanted to dream when I woke up.
On the 26th of every month, Qing Su would take an appropriate amount of sleeping pills early in the morning to prevent himself from waking up. The pain caused to his body was too much, and he almost couldn't bear it any longer.
That day, he should have just left, but it was the sound of Zhai Zhai's piano that saved him.
It's funny to say that the best place he found was above the piano competition. When the pain overwhelmed his reason, he let the desire in his heart control him.
The incoming phone call interrupted her thoughts. Qingsu sat up and glanced at the messy ground, getting used to it.
As the quilt slowly slid off his body, he lowered his eyes and stared, a thought flashed through his mind, and he carefully recalled the sporadic memories of the night.
He seemed to be holding something, like a human being, and every time he got sick, he knew exactly what he was doing when he woke up.
It is impossible to have a quilt on him unless someone covers him and holds something in his arms, which is also impossible.
Both of these showed up last night.
Could it be... is it true?
That person? Why did he disappear suddenly?
Qing Susi was caught in a conflict. The constant ringing brought him back his attention. He picked up his cell phone. It was his agent's phone number.
"Qing Su?"
The agent knew about his situation and had made his will in advance. She was very anxious on the 26th of every month, worried that he would not answer the phone and even more afraid of hearing the news of his death.
He once said:
If you don't answer the phone the next day, it means I have left first. Remember to take me to be cremated and bury my ashes in a place with few people.
There were too many people and it was too lively, and I was worried that I wouldn’t get along.
"fine."
Qingsu heard the heavy breathing over there and knew that she was afraid that she would not be able to think clearly, so she found a reason: "I have found the goal of living. Don't worry, my life will not be decided easily."
