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Chapter 597 The Round Table and the Twelve Knights (10)

The meal was unusually quiet.

The main reason is that Mr. Shen's aura is too cold. In front of him, even if he is as strong as a big brother, it seems that he will be overwhelmed, and everyone will spontaneously give up the desire to speak.

Sijiu immersed himself in eating the whole time.

I don't know what's wrong, I met Mr. Shen a few times when I was a teenager, and I could talk to him with a smile at that time, but as I grew up, every time I saw him, Sijiu always Be unnecessarily tense.

Perhaps Mr. Shen also saw this, and the number of meetings later became less and less.

Seriously, the last time I saw Mr. Shen was two months ago, and that time I only had a face-to-face meeting.

She kept her head buried in the food, and she didn't even notice the few eyes that gathered on her.

After eating, Shen Huai left.

He had trouble with his legs and feet, and he didn't bring anyone with him. Originally, Cheng Yuan wanted to send him out, but when he was serving the wine, he suddenly summoned up his courage, said that he had something to say, and took over the task of pushing Mr. Shen out.

She didn't see it, but when she pushed Shen Huai out, the men behind her looked complicated and somewhat gloomy.

Shen Huai's car was parked outside the main building, and it took only a few minutes to get there.

Si Jiu had a stomach full of drafts, but before he could muster up his courage, he saw Mr. Shen's driver open the car door for him.

She was a little discouraged, and she didn't know why she always couldn't speak well when facing Mr. Shen.

"Then, Mr. Shen, go slowly."

"I'm a bit full after dinner, can Xiaojiu push me for a walk in the garden."

"Hey?"

Si Jiu's eyes lit up, "Okay, okay."

She turned around and pushed the wheelchair towards the garden, probably because she was so happy, her whole body was a little bit excited, she pushed a little faster, not very stable.

The corners of Shen Huai's lips curled up, but he didn't make a sound.

After a while, the two came to the garden.

In fact, the nights of this season are already a bit cold. I didn't notice it when I was in the house just now, but now it was blown by the wind for a while, and the wine secretary realized it.

She looked down and saw the palm of Mr. Shen's hand resting on the armrest of the wheelchair, which was also in a cool white tone, with slender fingers and perfect knuckles, but she didn't know if it was cold, and the fingertips curled up slightly, which made people look inexplicable I want to hold him and give him warmth...

ヽ()!......

What is she thinking? ! ! !

Si Jiu felt his face heat up in the cold wind.

"Little wine."

"Ah! ah, ah?"

Shen Huai turned the wheelchair around by himself, facing the secretary, and looked up at her.

Si Jiu didn't like to look down at Shen Huai from this kind of perspective, so he quickly squatted down, "Huh?"

She's really kind of goofy.

Shen Huai looked at the face in front of him that had been engraved in his soul. Only he knew how much self-control he had used to not reach out and rub her into his arms.

He didn't know what happened to her, that she would lose all her memory.

But he can speculate that this must have something to do with his invasion of her world last time.

He regretted that he was too eager and aggressive at the beginning, he was afraid that he would hurt her and make her suffer.

And the world is just too weird.

He didn't come after Xiaojiu this time, but was forcibly pulled over, and immediately after that, the sound of a mechanical tablet sounded in his mind.

[The copy of Who Killed the Mockingbird has been opened, guess if you are a knight or a murderer.

Or maybe you'll end up with an elegy for your beloved, the beautiful and kind robin.

Look, she fell in a pool of blood, the sharp sword cut her throat, and the scarlet blood soaked her white wings. 】

The scene he saw immediately made Shen Huai's liver and gallbladder tear apart.

He saw his little wine, wearing a gorgeous bright red dress, sitting on a dark high-backed chair, his eyes closed, his face was snow-white, and the fingers hanging by his side were all winding from his arms and wrists The dripping blood condensed into drops, tick, tick, dripping continuously on the marble floor.

Do not……

It wasn't a bright red dress, it was a pure white dress soaked in blood and dyed red.

At that moment, Shen Huai's heartbeat almost stopped.

　Who Killed the Mockingbird, a horror nursery rhyme?
　　If you are interested, you can search for it on Baidu.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)