Time makes a countdown sound in Yang Youyou's ears, and every second of the beating is like a buzzing against her ears.
The sun was very warm at noon, but it just shone on her body but couldn't shine in the fingertips that were quickly drained from the temperature.
Her plan is a success or failure.
I didn't want to observe the scenery layout in the courtyard again. It was not until Feng Jing stopped the motorcycle in front of the main residential building that Yang Youyou came back to her senses and looked up at the mansion she had only seen in film and television dramas.
She took off the back seat of the motorcycle first, and was about to reach out to take off her hard hat and stop.
Lei Chengfeng came out of the gate, Feng Jing took off her handsome hair from the safety helmet, and then immediately stepped on the steps in three steps, rubbing his shoulders towards him, and rushed into the open hall, which was matched by a large floor-to-ceiling window and green plants.
The wind is quiet?
Lei Chengfeng shouted without looking back. He stood at the door without moving, staring at Yang Youyou who was following Feng Jing up the steps. She refused to take off her safety helmet and acted conservatively. It was really hard not to let him pay attention. Who are you?
Yang Youyou had no choice but to raise her hand to take off her safety helmet that covered her face and hides her face.
It has nothing to do with you. Feng Jing turned around and jumped back, reached out and pulled Lei Chengfeng's back collar and pulled him into the room from the door.
Lei Chengfeng is a man who is 1.8 meters away. He only cooperated with Feng Jing to take two steps back and hide back from the main controller.
They were all too familiar with each other. He knew that Feng Jing could not bring danger, but trouble must account for more than half of the index, so he had to pay attention, who is she?
Where is Mr. Zhan? Are you resting on the second floor?
Feng Jing pretended not to hear him ask, and walked in the hall and looked around and said his wandering around. Brother Lei, I have worked hard to travel here, and you can't even give Ah a glass of water?
Feng Jing's acting skills are so bad, so bad they are not good at watching
However, Yang Youyou was the first time to be a thief. When she entered the house, she was already restricted. The next second she made her mind clear. She didn't care about being stared at her and walked quickly towards the stairs.
Lei Chengfeng immediately reacted to stop him when he saw her going upstairs. Feng Jing flashed in front of him, blocking and pushing, saying that it had nothing to do with you, why don’t you understand?
Who is she? Who asked you to bring her here?
Lei Chengfeng frowned, because there was no reason to really fight Feng Jing, so he could only pull her arm away and look at the mysterious woman running up to the second floor. Don't stop me, do you know that Mr. Zhan is in a bad state recently, and there should be a limit on making trouble.
Who is making a fuss? Feng Jing continued to stop him. He came to see Mr. Zhan through Mr. Gu's arrangement, so don't meddle in other people's business
Lei Chengfeng frowned even more. Seeing the woman with a safety helmet disappearing from the corner, he could only turn his attention to Feng Jing's face. What are you doing with me on your back?
Feng Jing shrugged her lips, I just took the task and sent it to someone. By the way, I will block you and don't get involved.
Yang Youyou, who had gone up the second floor, could no longer hear what the people downstairs were saying. She looked at the same decoration on the left and right sides and several closed doors. After only half a second of hesitation, she turned to the right based on her feelings.
There was a thick sound-silence carpet under her feet. Every step she took, she could hear her heart pounding heavily on her chest.
She has corrected her thoughts more than once and is more clear that she is a victim from beginning to end. Even in the virtual castle built by the perpetrator in the name of "love", she always maintains the rightful soberness. She should consider more for herself rather than take herself into the quagmire where she is in instead of sacrifice.
Psychology with him and understanding him is the first step for her to bury herself
Then again and again, in his hypnotic confession, when he kept his promise and made changes voluntarily, she let go of the opportunity to climb to the top of the pit at any time, as he kept his promise and made changes voluntarily.
The dark and temperatureless mud had swallowed her to the point where she was breathing. She knew that he was bad and knew that she could regain her life as long as she reached out to her hand, but even so, she still couldn't get out of the pit.
Because, she wanted to pull him up before going out, maybe her brain was really broken
The sunny day at noon is so warm that people like it. The wind and clouds are moving. Yang Youyou suddenly feels familiar when she looks at the shaking branches and leaves outside the window.
It's Ah. Not long ago, the young man with a tender and malignant face stood under the tree, with a bitter medicine on his face, and sent her away without saying a word
Why did she cover his face with a hat? It was because her expression was not suitable for him to see it at that time.
The hands that are out of temperature grab the door handle and press it gently
The entire second floor was so quiet that the sound of opening the door was clearly tightened.
Because the room is facing the sun, the gauze curtains pulled up block out too direct light, the room is very large and empty, the humidifier is spitting out water mist, and the smell of air freshener is floating in the appropriate temperature.
A large European-style bed occupies the most conspicuous position in the room. There is an electric wheelchair on the left, and the right is a medical device that Yang Youyou can't name.
A thin human figure appeared on the bed. Yang Youyou, who was a little dazzled, was stunned at the door for several seconds before taking off the helmet that was tightly clasped on her head, lifted her legs and stepped in.
The empty house seemed to be repaved for the convenience of wheelchairs. The feeling of her shoes on solid wood boards made her unexplained heart hang out.
Yang Youyou took a step sideways, closed the door with her hands on her back, then touched the lock and put it on.
She was not mentally prepared enough, and all the plans were only in her mind that they had never practiced them. She didn't know what Zhan Ying was like, and she didn't know whether her decision to be congested with brain is meaningful. However, all the power pushed her toward him at this moment, just like...
The arrow was already on the string, and her stiff hands were almost gone. She could only take advantage of the only opportunity to control her and try to lock in a target calmly
Yang Youyou approached the hospital bed, but when she saw the sleeping person, she was in a trance for a moment. Then, a hard and huge blockage filled her body, including her brain without warning.
He is a single and stupid person in his thinking. Is he winning?
how……
Not alike at all?
Where...
Not like...
She looked silently, his hair was shaved, and the terrifying red scars covered nearly half of his face. The traces of the surgical sutures spread to the green scalp together with the hideous scar covering half of his face. The other half's thin cheeks were slightly concave inward. His brows frown and his breathing was light. A single arm that was equally thin was placed outside the thin quilt, pale and without a trace of blood.
Yang Youyou opened her mouth and sucked in deep air in a deep breath. Compared to being afraid and the instinctive fear of ordinary people in the face of terrified things, her first feeling was that he was at that time. How painful should it be?
How painful should he feel now?
She was so stuffy that she couldn't breathe. No matter how hard she breathed, her lungs were blocked and unwilling to absorb them at all.
The sun was very warm at noon, but it just shone on her body but couldn't shine in the fingertips that were quickly drained from the temperature.
Her plan is a success or failure.
I didn't want to observe the scenery layout in the courtyard again. It was not until Feng Jing stopped the motorcycle in front of the main residential building that Yang Youyou came back to her senses and looked up at the mansion she had only seen in film and television dramas.
She took off the back seat of the motorcycle first, and was about to reach out to take off her hard hat and stop.
Lei Chengfeng came out of the gate, Feng Jing took off her handsome hair from the safety helmet, and then immediately stepped on the steps in three steps, rubbing his shoulders towards him, and rushed into the open hall, which was matched by a large floor-to-ceiling window and green plants.
The wind is quiet?
Lei Chengfeng shouted without looking back. He stood at the door without moving, staring at Yang Youyou who was following Feng Jing up the steps. She refused to take off her safety helmet and acted conservatively. It was really hard not to let him pay attention. Who are you?
Yang Youyou had no choice but to raise her hand to take off her safety helmet that covered her face and hides her face.
It has nothing to do with you. Feng Jing turned around and jumped back, reached out and pulled Lei Chengfeng's back collar and pulled him into the room from the door.
Lei Chengfeng is a man who is 1.8 meters away. He only cooperated with Feng Jing to take two steps back and hide back from the main controller.
They were all too familiar with each other. He knew that Feng Jing could not bring danger, but trouble must account for more than half of the index, so he had to pay attention, who is she?
Where is Mr. Zhan? Are you resting on the second floor?
Feng Jing pretended not to hear him ask, and walked in the hall and looked around and said his wandering around. Brother Lei, I have worked hard to travel here, and you can't even give Ah a glass of water?
Feng Jing's acting skills are so bad, so bad they are not good at watching
However, Yang Youyou was the first time to be a thief. When she entered the house, she was already restricted. The next second she made her mind clear. She didn't care about being stared at her and walked quickly towards the stairs.
Lei Chengfeng immediately reacted to stop him when he saw her going upstairs. Feng Jing flashed in front of him, blocking and pushing, saying that it had nothing to do with you, why don’t you understand?
Who is she? Who asked you to bring her here?
Lei Chengfeng frowned, because there was no reason to really fight Feng Jing, so he could only pull her arm away and look at the mysterious woman running up to the second floor. Don't stop me, do you know that Mr. Zhan is in a bad state recently, and there should be a limit on making trouble.
Who is making a fuss? Feng Jing continued to stop him. He came to see Mr. Zhan through Mr. Gu's arrangement, so don't meddle in other people's business
Lei Chengfeng frowned even more. Seeing the woman with a safety helmet disappearing from the corner, he could only turn his attention to Feng Jing's face. What are you doing with me on your back?
Feng Jing shrugged her lips, I just took the task and sent it to someone. By the way, I will block you and don't get involved.
Yang Youyou, who had gone up the second floor, could no longer hear what the people downstairs were saying. She looked at the same decoration on the left and right sides and several closed doors. After only half a second of hesitation, she turned to the right based on her feelings.
There was a thick sound-silence carpet under her feet. Every step she took, she could hear her heart pounding heavily on her chest.
She has corrected her thoughts more than once and is more clear that she is a victim from beginning to end. Even in the virtual castle built by the perpetrator in the name of "love", she always maintains the rightful soberness. She should consider more for herself rather than take herself into the quagmire where she is in instead of sacrifice.
Psychology with him and understanding him is the first step for her to bury herself
Then again and again, in his hypnotic confession, when he kept his promise and made changes voluntarily, she let go of the opportunity to climb to the top of the pit at any time, as he kept his promise and made changes voluntarily.
The dark and temperatureless mud had swallowed her to the point where she was breathing. She knew that he was bad and knew that she could regain her life as long as she reached out to her hand, but even so, she still couldn't get out of the pit.
Because, she wanted to pull him up before going out, maybe her brain was really broken
The sunny day at noon is so warm that people like it. The wind and clouds are moving. Yang Youyou suddenly feels familiar when she looks at the shaking branches and leaves outside the window.
It's Ah. Not long ago, the young man with a tender and malignant face stood under the tree, with a bitter medicine on his face, and sent her away without saying a word
Why did she cover his face with a hat? It was because her expression was not suitable for him to see it at that time.
The hands that are out of temperature grab the door handle and press it gently
The entire second floor was so quiet that the sound of opening the door was clearly tightened.
Because the room is facing the sun, the gauze curtains pulled up block out too direct light, the room is very large and empty, the humidifier is spitting out water mist, and the smell of air freshener is floating in the appropriate temperature.
A large European-style bed occupies the most conspicuous position in the room. There is an electric wheelchair on the left, and the right is a medical device that Yang Youyou can't name.
A thin human figure appeared on the bed. Yang Youyou, who was a little dazzled, was stunned at the door for several seconds before taking off the helmet that was tightly clasped on her head, lifted her legs and stepped in.
The empty house seemed to be repaved for the convenience of wheelchairs. The feeling of her shoes on solid wood boards made her unexplained heart hang out.
Yang Youyou took a step sideways, closed the door with her hands on her back, then touched the lock and put it on.
She was not mentally prepared enough, and all the plans were only in her mind that they had never practiced them. She didn't know what Zhan Ying was like, and she didn't know whether her decision to be congested with brain is meaningful. However, all the power pushed her toward him at this moment, just like...
The arrow was already on the string, and her stiff hands were almost gone. She could only take advantage of the only opportunity to control her and try to lock in a target calmly
Yang Youyou approached the hospital bed, but when she saw the sleeping person, she was in a trance for a moment. Then, a hard and huge blockage filled her body, including her brain without warning.
He is a single and stupid person in his thinking. Is he winning?
how……
Not alike at all?
Where...
Not like...
She looked silently, his hair was shaved, and the terrifying red scars covered nearly half of his face. The traces of the surgical sutures spread to the green scalp together with the hideous scar covering half of his face. The other half's thin cheeks were slightly concave inward. His brows frown and his breathing was light. A single arm that was equally thin was placed outside the thin quilt, pale and without a trace of blood.
Yang Youyou opened her mouth and sucked in deep air in a deep breath. Compared to being afraid and the instinctive fear of ordinary people in the face of terrified things, her first feeling was that he was at that time. How painful should it be?
How painful should he feel now?
She was so stuffy that she couldn't breathe. No matter how hard she breathed, her lungs were blocked and unwilling to absorb them at all.
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