Of course, you have to wash your body before killing... Qin Feiyang was disgusted by his imagination. At this time, he could still think of these things.
"Okay." After wiping her body, Meng Xin was covered in sweat. She frowned, rubbed her sore arms, and pinched her neck. She was really exhausted. Too many things happened today, and she hadn't had time to vent.
My emotions didn't stop even for a moment when Qin Feiyang was seriously injured.
However, precisely because of this, the sadness in her heart was diluted a lot, maybe because she diverted her attention.
"Are you hungry? I'll go to the kitchen and cook some porridge for you to drink?" Meng Xinran suggested.
Qin Feiyang grabbed her hand and shook his head, his eyes as bright as black agate: "No, stay and talk to me."
Meng Xinran nodded and pulled up the chair and sat down: "What do you want to talk about?"
That tone was like coaxing a sick child, Qin Feiyang burst into laughter
In fact, Meng Xinran really wanted to ask him what happened and what his true identity was, but it was difficult to ask directly about such things. Everyone has a past that they are unwilling to face, buried deep in their hearts.
Somewhere in the corner, she insists on asking, which will only rub salt into the other person's wounds.
Therefore, she had thought about it early on. Unless Qin Feiyang took the initiative to mention it, she would not ask
Qin Feiyang looked at her and raised his lips: "Woman, are you not curious about me at all? I am not attractive at all in your eyes?"
Meng Xinran looked confused: "There seems to be no direct relationship between the two."
Qin Feiyang moved a few times and found a comfortable position: "Okay, I really lost to you, and I wanted to take the opportunity to let you say that you care about me. Alas, the plan has been ruined again. I might as well tell you directly, you are me
People I care about, so I want you to know my past, present, and even future."
"Let's talk about the key points——" Meng Xinran raised her voice
"You woman, do you understand how to exaggerate the atmosphere?!" Qin Feiyang really wanted to knock someone's head open with a mallet.
"I think you are so smart, you should have guessed a little bit. My identity is not as simple as it seems on the surface. Big star is just my disguise, a tool I use to hide my true identity. I don't deny that I love singing.
, I love the stage, but there are some things that were destined when I was born, and I can’t change them.
My father is the leader of an organization. Forgive me for not revealing the contents of the organization to you. It is roughly the kind of top-secret organization you see on TV or in novels, which is responsible for assassinating political figures from various countries and other tasks.
My mother died young. When I was very young, my father started to train me as his successor. I received training together with other people in the organization. He would never give me any privileges just because I was his son.
On the contrary, I need to work harder and put in more effort than others to barely meet his requirements."
Qin Feiyang sighed. It was a period of time that he couldn't bear to look back on. What he did was tantamount to opening his scars bloody and showing them all in front of Meng Xinran.
Meng Xinran frowned, a little unbearable, and put her hand on the back of his hand: "Don't force yourself."
Qin Feiyang shook his head and continued: "Maybe you never thought that there would be such a father in this world."