Pushing open the door, Qian Xiaojue pulled out of her memories and looked up at the entire private room. It was the huge luxury bag she had packed that day, as big as the living room in Yingyuyuan.
Ye Feihan was sitting on a huge leather sofa, and two beauties were kneeling in front of the glass crystal coffee table. One was sipping wine, and the other was arranging the snacks on the table.
The karaoke station was not opened, and only the spotlights were turned on. The room was a little dark, but she could still see him on the sofa at a glance.
Still the same as in the memory, even the one I saw a few months ago. He still looks like a dark night Satan, with a pair of black wings on his back, slender and majestic. Just being there makes people shudder.
He didn't look back, and Qian Xiaojue didn't continue to walk over. One had his back turned, and the other looked at him. They stayed like this for three minutes. When the two beauties kneeling on the ground couldn't help but look over, Ye Feihan
Then he finally said coldly: "Get out!"
Those who were ordered were naturally the two beauties who were looking forward to liberation.
The two beauties immediately left the room dejectedly, passing Qian Xiaojue and casting sympathetic glances at her.
"Pop!" With a sound, Ye Feihan opened a bottle of canned beer in the darkness.
"Ajiu, don't come here yet." With the sound of pouring wine, he finally gave her instructions.
Qian Xiaojue slowly walked over, but still didn't get close. He just stood coldly to the side and stared at Ye Feihan, no longer intending to hide his recovery of memory.
She didn't continue to hide it because she was afraid that Ye Feihan had already noticed it, and by taking the initiative to come to the door today, she also indirectly admitted that she had recovered her memory.
Because she has also understood that escaping is not the answer. Although happiness temporarily blinded her eyes to move forward, she has sobered up. Before the revenge is avenged, everyone around her has not yet inexplicably died like Aunt Qian.
Before she dies, she must maintain a high degree of vigilance, and even have to clearly recognize one thing... After recovering her memory, she cannot hide it from their eyes, and after recovering her memory, she is dangerous to those around her.
!
Aunt Qian and Qiu He are all proof... Aunt Qian has died inexplicably. Where is Qiu He? Where is Yu'er? Where is Xiao Xi Lingdong? And, He Lian Qing!
It's not that she can't stand the fear, she can't bear the accident like Aunt Qian anymore, she can't bear the loss of anyone around her anymore...
"Ajiu." He tapped his fingers lightly on the table and handed a glass of wine to Qian Xiaojue.
Qian Xiaojue looked at Ye Feihan. Even if he was handed a drink, he would not look away, as if he was waiting for her to come forward, waiting for her to come to him, waiting for her to look at him humbly like before.
him, and then asked him: "Why?"
However, she is no longer the same person she used to be. She may ask "why" but it no longer means what it used to mean.
Qian Xiaojue took two steps forward again, just within reach of his hand. He stretched out his hand but did not take the glass of wine. Instead, he waved lightly, and the glass flew to the wall beside him with a 'pop' sound.
There was a crisp sound, the glass was smashed to pieces, and the beer was spilled all over the floor.
She didn't even look at it, she just stared at Ye Feihan coldly and asked him as if she were a stranger: "Aunt Qian, did you send someone to kill him!?"