Chapter 52 Woe comes from the mouth

When Ye Chen called, He Qian was still chatting with Midsummer Night. Hearing the noisy voice, Ye Chen frowned slightly: "Where are you?"

It's too difficult to lie, especially in front of Ye Chen, so she had to confess: "In Meiye."

"Are you still going out so late?" There is some thin anger in her tone. She has night blindness, and it is too unsafe to go out at night.

He Qian quickly defended himself: "I'm just too bored. Occasionally, when I come out for a walk, Xiaoxia will send me back."

Ye Chen said, "Let me answer the phone on midsummer night." The tone is strong and cannot be refused.

Midsummer night answered the phone and didn't know what Ye Chen said. Midsummer night hesitantly looked at He Qian in surprise, and then um haha for a while, and then revealed the matter under He Qian's threatening eyes. Midsummer night returned his mobile phone to He Qian, and He Qian only felt that it was a hot potato.

He Qian answered the phone, and the other end of the phone was so quiet that she could only hear Ye Chen's calm breathing. The more silent he was, the more uncertain she became. She wanted to break the terrible silence, but she didn't know what to say. She would rather he scold her, "Why did you provoke Ouyang again?" Yunyun, but he didn't.

He just said, "When will you think of me in the first place?"

She is speechless.

Ye Chen sighed in a low voice: "I'll go back tomorrow."

It was nearly ten o'clock when He Qian returned to the community, and the wind in early autumn was a little cool. As soon as she arrived at the gate of the community, she saw Ouyang Feibai leaning leisurely on his Ferrari sports car and looking at her quietly.

She wanted to ignore him directly, but he stood in front of her and blocked her way. She went to the right, he also went to the right, she went to the left, and he also went to the left.

She stared at him angrily: "What are you doing?"

Ouyang Feibai said, "Qianqian, do you have to be like this? Can't you listen to me talk to you?"

He Qian said coldly, "What's there to talk about?"

Yes, there is nothing to talk about. After He Zhongping's accident, she called him so many times, but he didn't answer any of them. She sent him so many messages, but he didn't reply. She waited at his door for more than a week, and even he didn't come out to see her at his door after she fell ill in the heavy rain. At a glance, what else is there to talk about?

He Qian remembered a very old story, the story of the fisherman and the devil. The devil was put into a bottle and thrown into the sea because of his evil deeds. The devil lost his freedom and thought painfully that if anyone could release him out, he would fulfill the man's three wishes. Three hundred years later, no one found the magic bottle, and he was still trapped in the bottle. Li.

The devil thought again that if anyone could let him out, he would fulfill all the wishes of that man, but 300 years later, no one would let him out.

The devil was angry and desperate. He thought that if anyone let him out, he would eat him!

Then a fisherman caught the bottle and opened the cap. The devil was released. The devil wanted to eat the fisherman. The witty fisherman said, how could you be put in a bottle at such a big time? I don't believe it! You must have lied to me! Why don't you get in and prove it for me?

The devil turned into a ball of smoke. The moment he returned to the bottle, the fisherman stuffed the cap and threw the bottle back into the sea.

He Qian felt that she could understand the devil's mood. At first, she was so eager for Ouyang Feibai to tell her the reason and give her a reasonable explanation, but he never appeared in front of her.

Time passed slowly, and those strong thoughts of wanting to know why were worn out over the years. When she gradually learned the truth of the matter from TV and newspapers, and when she experienced so many ups and downs, it was meaningless to explain to her.

Life has finally gone smoothly, and she doesn't want to change because of any uncertainties.

His hand was so strong that it made her feel a little painful. Ouyang Fei looked at her blankly and deliberately endured, and his face suddenly became ugly. He let go of her and his face flashed with pain.

He Qian turned indifferently. This turn almost used all her courage. The handsome man used to be her beloved and the dream he pursued all his life. He had the most charming smile in the world. She said to herself that I could do it, but the moment she turned around, she knew that she had done nothing. .

My heart was so painful that I stopped breathing as if I had been crushed by a meat grinder. She seemed to hear him mutter, "You don't want to recognize me because you still hate me, do you? I've always been here, Xiaoyu. When will you come back?

She accelerated her pace, because if she stayed for another second, she would die. She didn't want to lose her dignity in front of him again. That was enough. She heard Ouyang Feibai coughing violently behind her. She probably stood outside and caught a cold. A man as old as him should not be defeated by the cold.

At two or three o'clock in the morning, He Qian went to the living room to pour water, opened the bedroom door and found He Jiaming playing a game. An anger raised from the bottom of his heart: "He Jiaming, turn off the computer for me. Don't you sleep? Do you know what time it is?"

He Jiaming said "um" and continued to play games. This lukewarm attitude stimulated He Qian even more. She felt that after Ouyang Feibai gave He Jiaming a lesson, He Jiaming's whole body was developing in a bad direction. He Qian looked very unpleasant and suddenly burned with anger. She stepped forward and pulled out his power. The computer Suddenly the screen went black.

He Jiaming waited for He Qian angrily: "What are you doing! Tomorrow is the weekend!"

He Qian was so angry that he gritted his teeth, disobedient, didn't study, played games, pretended to be cool and reasonable!

"Go to bed!" She ordered.

He Jiaming was also angry: "What are you doing? You can't relax. You know how to manage everything all day long..." He also needs to vent when he is upset!

He Qian was furious: "Go to bed!"

He Jiaming was angry: "It's unreasonable!"

"Bang!" He Qian's hand was slapped loudly in the air, and He Qian's hand was held high in the air! There is anger, sadness and uncertainty on the face.

He Jiaming covered his face with one hand and stared at He Qian sadly and indignantly: "You only live in your own world and only see what you want to see. You never know how many people around you need to accompany your stubbornness in pain!"

The He family's inscription came out of the door without turning back.

"He Jiaming!"

He Jiaming rushed into the night without looking back. He Qian stood still, his heart as if he had been hollowed out, and tears flowed down her cheeks. Is her world empty, lonely, and silent only herself...

He Qian chased out, and only the noisy sound of insects and the wind could be heard in the dark night, and there was no shadow of He Jiaming.

Where can He Jiaming go so late? He is only 14 years old. She shouldn't be so fierce to him. She shouldn't have hit him. Where can he go? What if you meet a bad person?

I don't know how long it took. When He Qian stopped, the surrounding environment was completely strange. There were dark alleys on both sides of the road, and there were high bushes on both sides of the road. He Qian had night blindness, and the dim yellow light was not enough for her to see the situation around her.

He Qian's eyes were swollen with pain, and the scenery in front of him only had a vague outline. He wanted to try to see the surrounding scenery, but his eyes hurt more and more, and even half of his head began to hurt.

"He Jiaming! Where are you?" She tried to shout a few times, and the sound of insects around her suddenly calmed down, and only the roaring wind blew through her ears.

He Qianzheng was at a loss, and his heart was gradually filled with fear. Where can He Jiaming go?

Suddenly, there was a sound of a branch being broken, and then it was silent. He Qian turned around vigilantly and there was no one there. She looked around doubtfully, dark, not knowing whether it was a tree or something else, and a creepy feeling arose.

As she carefully retreated to the place where there was light, she touched the mobile phone in her pocket and retreated a few steps. He Qian instinctively turned around and suddenly found a man standing under the dim yellow light. He was burly and should be a man. The light of the street lamp came from the oblique back of the man, and his whole front was buried in the shadow.

He Qian stopped his footsteps vigilantly, his face darkened, and quietly touched the mobile phone and wallet in his bag.

The man opposite suspected of smiling, and at the same time, footsteps came from behind him, slowly approaching, and then stopped not far away.

He Qian turned slightly and could see the people on both sides, one of them holding a knife in his hand. He Qian suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. Did He Jiaming also meet them? Is He Jiaming safe now? He Jiaming......

She comforted herself over and over again that she would not. He Jiaming must be fine, but her brain was uncontrollably thinking about all kinds of pictures that made her crazy. She tried to restrain herself from being distracted, but her heartbeat and blood pressure still soared all the way.

The man slowly approached her and must have wanted to subdue her. It is not too far from the residential area. If she tried her best to escape and then shouted, it would bring them more or less trouble.

He Qian touched the mobile phone and entered a series of phone numbers on it.

Just when the man was only three meters away from her, He Qian suddenly took out his wallet from his pocket: "There are 3,000 yuan here," He Qian shook the wallet in his hand, "Let me go and take the money, or I will resist to the end!"

Later, the man sneered disdainfully, as if to say, only you, still resisting?

He Qian ignored the man's disdain. She didn't expect a man to be persuaded by her. This kind of outlaw will only act according to his own ideas, as long as he can shake the other party's will: "Do you think I'm coming out alone? The person I want to find is already nearby. The choice is up to you. Take the money and leave or get into trouble!"

She suddenly raised her wallet and waved it hard and threw it out far away.

The man's eyes under the light drew a parabola with his wallet, and then looked at the man behind her indecisively. This small action did not escape He Qian's eyes. At this time, at a breakthrough, she suddenly pointed to the direction of the light: "Ah! Help me!"