A trace of panic flashed across Qian Xiaojue's face: "You...why am I...here? Where is He Lianyu? Where is Xiaoxi? And my friend..."
"Why don't you ask the person you almost killed?" Locke came in carrying a dinner plate with a medicine and a bowl of porridge, both prepared for Qian Xiaojue.
Qian Xiaojue thought of Sima Sheng, and her eyes turned cold: "It would be better if such a person really died!"
Locke shook his head with a wry smile on his face: "You are still the same as before, daring to love and hate, brave and decisive, never showing mercy..." This is very consistent with her professional status.
When Qian Xiaojue heard Locke mentioning the past again, there was another silence and indifference. Locke didn't mind. He came over and put the medicine and boiling water on the bedside table before giving her the porridge and saying, "Here, eat."
Just take some, pad your stomach, and then take the medicine. This medicine does no harm to the body. Taking it to sober up will also cure the headache."
Qian Xiaojue frowned, why should she believe him?
As if he understood Qian Xiaojue's eyes, Locke smiled, scooped up a spoonful of porridge and handed it to Qian Xiaojue's lips: "I used to make medicine for you, don't you believe it?"
Qian Xiaojue was surprised. Who made the medicine for her?
Seeing Qian Xiaojue's reaction, Locke narrowed his blue eyes and smiled even more: "Ajiu, don't you object to me mentioning it."
Qian Xiaojue was shocked, and finally realized that she had been led into his topic trap!
Reaching out and pushing away Locke's arm that was feeding him porridge, Qian Xiaojue said resolutely: "No need to say anything! I want to go home!" No matter how she was here, she just wanted to go back to Yingyu Garden.
Locke didn't stop him, he just watched Qian Xiaojue get out of bed and put on his shoes, while he sat there peacefully.
Just as Qian Xiaojue put on her shoes and stood firm, she started to shake. She couldn't help but feel dizzy, so she fell back and sat down on the bed. She no longer had the strength to get up.
Qian Xiao looked at Locke in disbelief. Seeing the calm look on his face, she knew that he had expected that she would be like this!
"I..." How could she be so unbearable? It was just a night of drinking and hangover!
"It's not surprising." Locke put down the bowl and came over. He stretched out his hand to help Qian Xiaojue sit down on the bed again. He looked at her puzzled eyes before explaining: "You have been like this before. As long as you are drunk, you will definitely be in trouble the next day."
I’ll be so dizzy that I can’t get out of bed.”
Qian Xiaojue looked up at Locke, who was polite and even considerate to her life experience, and finally asked curiously: "I... really knew you before? Are we familiar with each other?"
The last time I heard him say it, it seemed like I had known him for many years?
Qian Xiaojue has been avoiding this matter, not daring to believe it, it can be said that she doesn't want to think about it.
But unfortunately... these days, she keeps thinking of the things you don't want to do, but you have to keep reminding her in her heart, thinking of Liao Yuanyuan, thinking of Ye Feihan, and even thinking of Locke... and...
She was always uneasy about the girl in the dream, but she became more and more curious about who she was in the past? What kind of secrets was hidden in her life experience?
"Yeah," Locke didn't make fun of Qian Xiaojue's changed attitude this time. Instead, he slowly picked up the porridge and fed it to her and said, "Sixteen years."
Sixteen years? Qian Xiaojue opened her eyes exaggeratedly, stared at Locke and asked in disbelief: "Could it be that...we have known each other since we were in the orphanage?"