Chapter 67 Go Out

Since she came out of Han Miaoju that morning, He Qiong felt that she had completely said goodbye to the "girl" in her life. Fortunately, she is strong enough, so she basically ignores these policies. And the only thing that can make her mind is that she has been resisting the identity of escaping.

Staying in a separate east wing room that she insisted on, the woman in the mirror looked at herself with doubt and was slightly disappointed. That kind of look at each other, as if she were looking at another person, because those eyes were mixed with strangeness and confusion.

"Is it you, Xi Xinmiao? Or - with Joan?" She hesitated to spit out the name she had never wanted to face, "Are you really in my body? Because of that missing memory, you are always controlled by me in a dark corner?

Her hand slowly stroked the woman in the camera, and her eyes appeared with struggle and confusion. "Am I you? Does that mean that one day the soul of this body will be controlled by you. Slowly, this soul that is mutilated by memory will be integrated into a complete one - us? She muttered the two words, and her fingertips slowly closed into a fist.

"Oh, it's so annoying!" The result of the entanglement was that she rubbed her head with frustration, leaving her hair messy. No matter how chaotic it is, it is not as good as the chaos at this time. Mr. Zhuang, Mr. Zhuang, even you can't figure out who I am at this moment. She was deeply touched and completely calmed.

In a big shape, the woman's eyebrows are still entangled together, and she doesn't know what she is thinking when she closes her eyes.

It's all about the damn Qi Che. If it weren't for him, how could she have come to this damn place? Now it's okay, so that she doesn't even know who she is.

Shakespeare, if it goes on like this, she can already predict her two results: one is schizophrenia, and the other is insanity.

It's enough shit to travel here. She really doesn't want to turn herself into a psycho. It's too worthless and not cost-effective!

Think about your sad life experience. If you use 2B to describe it, people are not happy with pencils.

"No way!" She struggled to get up. After thinking about it, she still felt that it was safer to run. So, there is a busy figure in that room...

Until she faced the place where she just came out with a burden on her back, she and Joan still have some doubts, "It's strange that it's so easy to escape today?" That kind of strangeness seemed to open a special passage for her, unimpeded.

I'm thinking about it--

"They are not in the valley today."

A figure was glimpsed at the corner of his eyes, slowly approaching her and stopping a foot away from her.

He Qiongwei tilted his head and looked at the water that suddenly appeared, and his tone was full of laughter. "Have you been waiting for the rabbit for a long time?"

The blue sky-like eyes glanced thoughtfully at the burden behind the woman and quietly withdrew their eyes, but the woman took a step forward. "If you don't go, you can't go."

Listening to this, I feel that there is a trace of ridiculing in it. Perhaps it can be inferred from this that this teenager is also in a good mood now?

and Qiong stared at the calm teenager walking in front of her. She only felt that her mind could not turn for a moment.

"Little friend, don't tell me that you want to get together?" He trotted and caught up with him side by side. Looking at the young man in light clothes beside him, he was not sure with Joan.

"The world is sinister." He only replied four words faintly.

"..." and Joan twitched, "I still have the ability to protect myself. Besides, do you know where I'm going?"

Hearing this, Shui Qingyan stopped and looked at the woman who wanted to leave him.

In the past few days, he has lost a lot of money. He sighed with Qiongxin, but he heard the teenager say faintly, "Mom, how do you think a debt that has been owed for ten years be repaid?"

He stared at her, as if he wanted her to answer, and there was a rare solemnity in his eyes.

Now, I have nothing to say to Joan. I have to say that he poked her in pain, and she still felt guilty about this child.

The woman's sudden silence made Shui Qingyan at a loss for a moment.

"Mother--"

"Bad boy, what's wrong with you? You're starting to threaten your mother." Everything got out of control when the woman spoke. She seemed to be a lesson from the teenager's impeccable face, and her tone was still vicious, "Listen, everything outside should be based on your mother, who is also my words. I said that you can't go west, you can't eat porridge, and soup! Did you hear that?"

She finally had enough of "lessons" and withdrew her hand. No matter what expression he was, she turned her head arrogantly and snapbed her fingers, "Let's go!"

Shui Qingyan was stunned when she stretched out her claws on his face, until the arrogant background in his eyes gradually faded away. In a daze, he slowly pulled up the corners of his mouth, and a faint light surged in his eyes.

Whether it's a threat or a lure, it's absolutely impossible for him to see her leave again!

Her hand covered the face she had touched, and there was still a little nostalgia in her eyes. The stars in her eyes were bright, which were even more dazzling than the obsidian.

It turns out that the feeling of being managed is so beautiful...