Wang Xiaolan was still smiling, but Yi Ruo was already so angry that she didn't know what to do. The sound of Xiao Xi crying non-stop could be heard in the air, which was particularly sad.
Fred was driving, but he looked at the car passing behind him strangely. He was going so fast, he probably ran a light, which was comparable to his speed. However, his skills were obviously better than that of the driver.
, because he is a good citizen and would never run a red light.
Although it was a little strange that the direction of the car was exactly where he was going, he didn't think too much about it. Throwing the beauty on the bed was not what Fred did, but there was nothing he could do about it.
, because, he really forgot all about that matter. That guy Yin Sa said that he asked him to take care of a pregnant woman, but he completely forgot about it. If he knew this, he would have to kill him.
He can't.
He drove the car very fast and walked directly into the gate of Huairigu Castle. He walked towards the servant's room, but he paused for a moment. There was a strong smell of blood in the air, which made him
His heart was suddenly startled, and he started running. When he saw Wang Xiaolan and Xiao Xi, he was really frightened by the blood stains on the ground. What happened?
Whose blood is this?
In the dark room, sweat fell from time to time on the man's forehead. Large beads of sweat were hidden in his hair, and soon half of it was wet.
On a very rainy day, he sat blankly on the roadside. The rain hit him from time to time. He hugged his body tightly, as if this way he could have some warmth. The rain was heavy and it hurt when it hit him.
, it hurts.
And he was so hungry and cold. When he opened his somewhat confused eyes, there was no one in the rain except for one car after another speeding past.
"Help...I..." His voice was broken in the rain, and it was impossible for anyone to hear it.
It was cold. He hugged himself tightly again. He didn't know how long it took. He suddenly felt that the rain on his head had become much lighter. Did it stop raining? He raised his eyes slightly and saw a plain white face in the blur.
.Then a pair of warm hands were placed on his forehead.
"It's so warm," he pressed close to her hand. In the cold rain, there was only this touch of warmth, which made him just want to keep a little, just a little more. He was really, really cold.
He felt that his body was being lifted up, but he still tried his best to straighten his body, because the person next to him was really thin, and he didn't know how much thinner he was in comparison, and he was afraid of crushing her.
The picture passed by again, and it was raining again. In the rain, that extremely thin body was much thinner than before, and even a gust of wind could blow her down. In the heavy rain, she dropped the newspaper in her arms
She was well protected. She stretched out her hand to wipe the sweat from her face and carefully delivered newspapers to each house. Although she was a little nostalgic for the eaves of other people's houses because they could take shelter from the rain, she still walked into the rain again.
The rain hit her face, leaving a cold pale look.
A pile of money was thrown on the ground, and the woman bent down and picked it up one by one, as if she had trampled all her dignity on the ground.
The woman picked up the money, and her back looked extremely desolate. The desolation made him feel distressed. When no one was paying attention, she put all the money she had earned with all her dignity in one place.
In the pocket of a piece of clothing.
She smiled slightly, but the smile on her lips was still too pale.
Another scene flashed by. He took off the only necklace he had ever worn from his own neck, and then carefully put it around the woman's neck. The woman looked at him strangely, not understanding what he meant.
"This is the most important thing to me, and of course you are too, so you have to protect it well." After he said that, his smile was particularly bright, while the woman just held the necklace around her neck tightly, and there was a touch of pure beauty on her lips.
Clear smile.
"A fool, he is a fool," he saw everyone's disdain and sarcasm towards him. At that moment, he felt as if one of these people slapped him in the face. And the man standing next to him
The man, on the other hand, curled up the corners of his cold lips, as if he would not stop until he stepped on the ground.
"Look at my face and remember my face. One day, I will come back, and then this building will be mine." The man smiled sarcastically, and that smile made him laugh.
The heart was contracting violently.
It was that woman again. She raised her head, but there was a faint feeling of happiness on her face. Everything seemed too pale and weak between this smile.
Finally, it was another rainy day. He was holding an umbrella in his hand and walking very fast. It was a very cloudy day, and there were even a few rain stars falling on the ground. Then, he heard the sound of a car, and then
There was an extremely loud braking sound. Before he could react, he felt that his body seemed to be hit. He didn't know whether it was a person or something. Then his consciousness disappeared, and he just held the hand tightly.
Hold an umbrella.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes, stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his face, and realized that even the quilt on his body seemed to be a lot wet. At some point, he actually fell asleep. He sat up and looked around
, apart from the darkness, there was only the sound of his extremely heavy breathing.
At the desk, he typed on the computer. The light blue light of the computer made his face a little hazy, but for a long time, his fingers were placed on the keyboard without moving.
He turned his face sideways, and the hazy blue light stayed on him. He placed one hand on the weighing plate and moved his fingers unconsciously. After a long time, when he came to his senses, only one word appeared on the screen.
Lan, Lan.
Who are you? He held his head in pain. There was needle-like pain on his head. It seemed to hurt his flesh, his bones, and his whole body, but he didn't.
He gave up not thinking about it. He still thought about it hard. He wanted to remember it, he must remember it.
The pain in his head was getting worse and worse, and his clothes that were semi-dry were now wet, including his hair.
He held his head and even maintained a fixed movement.
It wasn't until a long time later that he raised his head, but he still couldn't think of anything. He half-supported his forehead, but he tapped his tablemate with his fingers, and there was only an indescribable feeling in his green eyes.