Mask

Chapter 69 Farewell to the Gulf (3)
Every inch of skin has been in close contact with him, every strand of hair has been entangled between his fingers, he kissed his chin when lingering, and bit his shoulder when he was crazy, the more he thought about it, the more he thought about it. Cantonese, I couldn't help lowering my head to avoid it later.

I thought that if there is nothing related to him, I can forget it, but even I belong to him, how can I deceive my heart?
She dried her hands and was about to leave. As soon as she turned around, she heard a sound from the compartment deep in the bathroom. Masako stopped and looked inside.

At the same time, the hanging TV in the waiting hall broadcast the news, Fei Chunhuan was attracted just by looking at it, frowned and called He Zhenghao, and He Zhenghao watched it together.

It was a confession video, the protagonist was the popular singer Hollander, and the background was the wall of his home.With a bearded face and dull eyes, he faced the camera decadently and murmured like a movie line: "In the winter of two years ago, on the evening of February 2th, I was drunk and drove by the coast of Beiyu. Fallen a female student, causing her to be paralyzed. I escaped at the time, I was guilty, I repented, and I surrendered.”

After the video was played, everyone was in an uproar, and the screen switched back to the anchor room, where people from all walks of life analyzed the authenticity of the video, while He Zhenghao in front of the TV was silent, and Fei Chunhuan looked solemn.

According to the agency, the video was posted online in the early hours of the morning, and Holland has been missing for two months.

In the bathroom, Masako opened the last compartment following the sound, and finally saw the mobile phone on the shelf, and also saw the news being broadcast on the mobile phone.She stopped where she was, holding the door with her hand, her heart beating gradually faster.

"Oops..." Fei Chunhuan turned his head and said to He Zhenghao, "We found Masako, but not Yazi. They are divided...the revenge plan is not over yet!"

At the same time, the Duan family mansion.

There was a hasty knock on the study door, and Rendou walked in quickly.

Duan Fuling was leaning on the edge of the table and watching TV news. He glanced at the TV and said sternly, "I've checked, Holland is indeed the perpetrator of the car accident."

"Oh, even the perpetrators were dug out by them." Duan Fuling threw the remote control on the sofa, took a sip of wine, "How is the surname He now?"

"His brokerage company only reported the case last month. The police found someone in one of his apartments. He was beaten and severely dehydrated. He is now being rescued."

"Who did it? Mo Yazi has this ability?"

"We missed someone."

She looked at him, and he handed over the information and photos: "Mo Yazi's adoptive father, Mo Kang, is a professor at Yale University School of Medicine. A large part of his research includes conjoined twins."

Duan Fuling frowned slightly, and he continued: "Mo Yazi was not alone when she was adopted, she also has an older sister, and the two sisters have been conjoined since birth."

"Conjoined twins..." she whispered, putting the wine glass on the table.

"Their separation operation was carried out after the adoption, and it was very successful. The two sisters continued to be adopted by the Mo family." Speaking of this, Lian Teng took out another stack of photos and pointed to the picture on the photo. From the surveillance video of De's apartment, it can be seen from the interaction between him and the woman that the two are close, and it can be seen that the two sisters used the same method, but the elder sister is more ruthless."

Duan Fuling folded her arms, and Lian Teng said the last word.

"Sister is a genius." He squinted and said, "Sister is a dangerous person...very dangerous."

6
two years ago.

New Haven, Connecticut, USA.

In a residential apartment, there was a door knock from the entrance. When Masako went downstairs, she ran into Yazi who was entering the door. She turned back upstairs without any trace, but Yazi said, "Stop."

Masako stopped, put the bag in her hand into her pocket, her face was expressionless.

"Where are you going?" Yazi took off her leather jacket and threw it on the sofa. The man who entered the door followed behind her. When Masako turned his head to look downstairs, the man smiled and clapped hands.

"Exactly the same, really exactly the same!" He kept repeating, the tattoos all over his arm were dangling, and Yazi glanced at him before he turned his face away.

Masako simply went downstairs and walked towards the kitchen, and when she passed her, she said lightly, "Go back to China."

"The Hamada family?"

After pouring two cups of tea, Masako carried them back to the living room, gave one cup to herself and one to the guests, and looked at Yazi at the same time: "Our house."

Yazi smiled, and watched her go upstairs again, and also saw a small piece of paper bag protruding from her pocket, and quickly grabbed her arm: "What is that?"

boom!When the water cup fell to the ground, the paper bag also fell on the carpet, and many portraits were scattered. Masako squatted down quickly, but her sister was faster than her, and pressed her hand to pick up the photos.

"I read your diary," she said, "I know what you are going to do, my dear high-intelligence sister, are you using your brain in the wrong place?"

Without answering her, he pulled his hand away from her with all his strength, and then she whispered in her ear: "The life and death of that family is none of your business, so you really have to work hard."

"She is my sister and your sister," Masako retorted immediately, "Your surname is Hamada."

"Yes," she tilted her head, "My surname is Hamada, but your surname is Mo. My family is not in a hurry for you."

"Regardless of surnames, we are all of the same blood."

"When we were conjoined, why didn't they kiss so much? They were so anxious to send it off."

"Is our life worse now than before?!"

"Yeah, not bad!" My sister said, "As rare twin sisters who grow up, they are observed like white mice every day. The adoptive father is in charge of physiology and the adoptive mother is in charge of psychology. The growth diary is just stacks of data reports and psychological analysis sheets. It's beautiful!"

Masako looked at her: "It's time for you to take mother's class again."

"I'm so proud, my genius sister, just because you were given the surname Mo, you are as close as if you were born in October of pregnancy. You and I are both adopted daughters and abandoned babies. If you really want to If you look closely at the blood relationship, then your relatives are only me!"

"You don't like the surname Hamada, and you don't like the surname Mo either!" Masako stood up, "Then why are you staying in this world!"

"To set off you, let relatives praise how cute and cherished this little virgin in front of me is."

Snapped!
Masako hit her with a lot of force, Yazi turned her whole face to the side, and frowned, but the man next to her became more and more aggressive, and her first reaction was to bring out her mobile phone and point it at the two of them: "Come on Come on !"

Yazi's ruthless intent appeared in her eyes. She glared at Masako, then turned around and raised her knee to hit the man's vitals. Holding him by the neckline and punching him in the abdomen: "It's so cool, isn't it!"

The big man with a thick back and a waist fell down limply like this, and she said, "Get lost."

Masako saw everything in her eyes, Yazi's next move after venting her anger was to pinch her face tightly: "You know I won't touch anyone if I touch you, you should be thankful for that!"

"Why do I have people like you in my life?"

The two looked at each other, and Yazi picked up a photo from the carpet: "Then let my sister tell you what real revenge is. Without me, you will never live as comfortably as you are now!"

After saying let go, Yazi knocked over the tea brought by the nanny when she went out with her coat. The nanny, who was already in a bad state of mind, looked at her tremblingly, and she glanced back: "Don't like me? Hit me."

With a bang, the door slammed shut.

Masako still remembered that the photo she took away was Hollander.

***
Two years later, Masako stumbled out of the bathroom.

He Zhenghao hurried over and hugged her. She was already trembling all over, and said intermittently: "She is...nearby..."

"Chun Huan has already gone to look for it, Masako, it's all right!"

"How could it be all right? She has met Yousi, she will not give up!" Masako shouted hoarsely, worrying about Duan Yousi had swallowed her whole mind, she was about to leave after speaking, but was held back by He Zhenghao.

"Masako! I'll look for it too, you just need to rest!"

"You let me go!"

With the greatest strength in this life, he broke away from He Zhenghao suddenly, he looked at her, she took a breath, turned around and ran away.

The sound of the broadcast at the airport, the sound of footsteps, the sound of talking, all kinds of small sounds came to my ears while running and shuttling, and my heart was full of Duan Yousi.He can't have an accident, she already owes him, and he can't have another accident, even if all the pain is added to himself.

After searching for a long time, the spacious airport hall is dazzling.Masako supported her forehead, her heart beat faster and faster, and her eyes were spinning.

I don't know when she walked out of the airport, the sky was getting dark, and the night wind was blowing. She was about to hail a taxi, but the sentence "Look at you" from behind stopped her in her footsteps.

Clearly three words - "Look at you".

The all-too-familiar voice, with a hint of sarcasm, seemed to have seen enough of her panic-stricken appearance, and seemed to have been waiting at the door for a long time.

After Masako stopped, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. After her heartbeat stabilized, she turned her head and met the woman's eyes in the air.

Meko Hamada was leaning against the glass wall, dressed in black, with long hair hanging on her shoulders, she was so glamorous and graceful.

Looking at Masako's pale face, she slowly shook her head.

"After all, it's my sister, okay?"

"do you have……"

Did you do anything?
Masako wanted to ask this, but she only said half of it, and the other half couldn't be said at all.

Yazi understood what she meant, and after a few seconds of silence, she asked with a half-smile, "Do you love him?"

"Is there?" Masako asked again, her voice trembling.

"No."

The stone in her heart finally fell to the ground, she breathed a sigh of relief, her footsteps immediately became weak, and Yazi stepped forward to support her.

"I didn't do it because I found out that my sister has become his woman." When the two approached, she said bluntly, Masako looked at her, and she added, "But fortunately, I like this brother-in-law , he is much smarter than He Zhenghao."

Masako wanted to break away from her hand, but she held it tighter: "Treasure me, I am the only person in the world who supports you together."

"sister."

"Go find him."

"Sister!" Masako shook her head.

On that day, the last chance was let go by Masako.

When Yazi let go of her hand, she said: "I have bullied you for 20 years, and he is the only one who makes me dare not bully you."

She also said: "In this world, no one else is more worthy of you than him."

When she said this, Masako walked into the airport without looking back, with tears on her face, but she didn't dare to stop, because she knew what she would do after she stopped, so she didn't dare to stop a step.

At seven o'clock in the evening, the plane took off.

She was sitting by the window with arms folded, a little cold, He Zhenghao helped her cover with a blanket, and she said "thank you".

"I'm tired." He stroked her forehead.

"No." She understood what he meant, "I'm exhausted."

He Zhenghao held the hand on Masako's lap, looked into her eyes: "No matter how tired I am, I want to take care of you."

Looking at him for a few seconds, her bangs fell, and Masako gently took her hand out of his hand and stroked her hair.

"I want to sleep for a while," she said softly, "wake me up when you get there, okay?"

"Go to sleep, I will wake you up."

- Go to sleep, I will wake you up.

With the roar of the plane, the lingering winter has come to an end.

(End of this chapter)