Otherwise, what are the tortures of indifference, dancing and drinking for?
He never looked at her again, but said coldly: "Four years ago, you killed our child. I will never forgive you for this in my life."
Tears poured down her face and she cried uncontrollably.
Covering his face, tears continued to flow from between his fingers, and his hands became wet in a moment.
He is actually... so... ha...
"He Lianqing, since you love your child so much, why did you let me, a killer, give birth to you in the first place? Don't you know who I am? What I am best at is killing...have you forgotten?" She
He choked deeply and heavily, "...Do you think you are the only one who loves him? I feel more pain than you...that is the blood on my body, the flesh on my body..."
She tilted her head and fell on the car seat, gently closing her eyes. Her rolling tears gradually stopped, her crying also gradually stopped, and her eyes slowly closed due to exhaustion.
She eventually passed out due to alcohol.
But the sadness in his heart did not stop because of fainting. From time to time, he would let out a long sob, which made him watch and listen.
In the end, he reluctantly reached out and gently took her into his arms. He held her arm tightly with one hand and seemed to have exhausted all his strength, while the other hand gently covered her face.
of hot tears.
Hatred flashed across his face and eyes: "All I want is a child? Stupid woman!"
What does she know? She never knows anything.
"Chairman..." The driver suddenly didn't know where to go.
"Go to the alley on Pinghe Road." He ordered coldly, but changed his mind.
"yes."
*
Qian Xiaojiu woke up in heavy pain. Her head hurt as if it was about to split. This was something she would definitely experience every time she got drunk. She had a splitting headache and was unable to live or die.
Locke is the best medicine for her, because he understands her constitution and knows how to make specific pills for her. Every time she takes it, she will get the effect as quickly as possible.
But now, he was not here, and she didn't bring any medicine with her, so when she woke up after being drunk, she had to endure the headache like a life-and-death torture.
Although she had a headache, Qian Xiaojiu still looked at the place where she was when she woke up.
A low-key luxurious room decorated in ancient Chinese style, with pure cotton printed quilts, a four-axis bed with satin curtains, screens, round tables, blue and white porcelain tea sets, mahogany chairs, hollow glass windows... This place was truly something she had never seen before.
It is full of the beauty of Chinese classical style.
But where is this place?
Where is Helian Qing? Did he bring her to a place like this? This is Kyoto... She had a vague guess in her mind, but she was not sure.
Holding on to the ground that was about to burst, Qian Xiaojiu got out of bed and put on her own shoes beside the bed, then walked on the soft carpet towards the double wooden doors.
She pushed the door gently, and it was locked from the outside. Then she turned around and came to the window, pushed it gently, and the window was not closed.
Qian Xiaojiu frowned, did he really underestimate her?
Holding on to the window lattice, she jumped out of the room. Sure enough, it was a rather small courtyard. It was different from the courtyard houses in the TV series she had watched. This courtyard was very clean and neat.