"I don't care!" Looking at Luo Xiaoqian, whose eyes were obviously wary, Leng Zimo's tone was domineering and stubborn, "No matter what, I will take her away!"
Taking a step forward and standing in front of Luo Xiaoqian, Leng Zimo bent his face and looked into her eyes.
"Xiao Qian, I have to take you away now. It will be too late if it is later. Maybe you don't remember who I am, but it doesn't matter. I will let you remember it. Now you follow me first. When I leave here, I will
Let me explain everything to you!"
Pulling her along, Leng Zimo strode towards the door.
Luo Xiaoqian shook his hand away, "Who the hell are you?!"
"I can't tell you now." Leng Zimo frowned and looked at her, "I can only tell you that I am the person who cares about you the most in the world."
Now "he" is dead. He can't tell her who he is before taking her away from here, otherwise, if something happens, he will kill Leng Zirui.
A stranger just wanted to take her away, how could Luo Xiaoqian believe it.
"Then why don't you even dare to let me see your face?!"
"That's for a reason, Xiaoqian."
"what reason?"
Leng Zimo was speechless. He looked at her face and glanced at the necklace flashing around her neck. He suddenly had an idea.
"You have a key hanging on the necklace around your neck, right?!"
Luo Xiaoqian lowered her face, took a look at the necklace that was well placed in her clothes, and then looked at him again, "How do you know?"
"You are 167 centimeters tall and your weight was 48 kilograms four days ago. You are pregnant with a child for just over two months. There is a scar on the little finger of your right hand... If you don't believe it, you can see for yourself."
Luo Xiaoqian raised her right hand and looked at her little finger. Sure enough, there was a scar. It was cut by a blade placed in the piano when she participated in the "Chinese Idol" competition five years ago.
"I not only know this, I also know everything about you, your measurements, your favorite food taste, how you like to hold things while sleeping... and..." Leng Zimo's eyes fell on the right side of her chest, "
I also know that there is a red mole there..."
Luo Xiaoqian's face heated up, and she subconsciously crossed her arms, "You... who the hell are you?!"
"I am the person who knows you best in the world!" Leng Zimo looked at her affectionately, "I will never hurt you. Don't you want to know which door that key can open and what is behind that door?
What is it?!”
Leng Zimo stretched out his palm to her, "Follow me, I will help you solve all the mysteries, who are you, what have you experienced...I will tell you everything."
His palm was stretched out in mid-air. It was a big palm with fair skin and slender knuckles.
His eyes were bloodshot, obviously tired, but full of expectation.
His eyes were so affectionate, as if his eyes would only stop for her in this world.
…
Although she didn't know what he looked like or who he was, she had an inexplicable trust in him. She believed that he recognized her. Otherwise, how could he know her scars and her necklace?
Even the red mole, although she was not sure whether it existed at the moment, the look in his eyes did not seem to Luo Xiaoqian to be a lie.
