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Chapter 404 Did You Forget Something

Chapter 404 Did You Forget Something
Will you tell her stories, will you coax her with soft words?
"No!"

Thinking about it, Qiyue suddenly stood up with a terrified expression. She would not allow such a thing to happen. Tonight, no matter what, she would sneak into Nangong Han's room and ask for clarification in person.

*
In the dining room.

Sunlight poured in through the windows, brightening the room.

The delicate and sweet Shu Yacheng and the always cold Nangong Hanxiang sat at the dining table, enjoying the delicious food in the morning.

Most Qiyue stood quietly behind Shu Yacheng, looked at Shu Yacheng with a sweet smile occasionally, and handed him a cup of warm milk.

"Why is she here?"

Nangong Han's gaze has been falling on Most Qiyue intentionally or unintentionally, why, she always wears two braids, always so dazzling, like the distant girl in his dream, every time, when he chases after her out of breath, The past tense, reflected in the pupils, is always an extremely distorted and terrifying face.

Most Qiyue felt cold all over, why, his tone and expression were expressing his reluctance, really, did he hate her that much?
"Han, her family is in a very bad situation in July. Her mother is mentally ill and needs a lot of medical expenses. I think she is quite pitiful. Let her stay by my side to do odd jobs."

Shu Yacheng smiled slightly and said slowly.

"Psychopathy..." Nangong Han murmured involuntarily, unable to tell what it was like.

"Yeah, I heard that mental illness is hereditary, and it's very pitiful."

what!
Most Qiyue stared at Shu Yacheng who had her back turned to her in hatred, and secretly clenched her fists, wondering what Shu Yacheng was spreading rumors about, due to her current status, she could only swallow her breath.

More and more unpleasant words floated into the eardrums.

Finally, July closed her eyes and quietly left the dining room.

Nangong Han stared at her lonely back and frowned deeply. Why, her back was exactly the same as the girl in the dream?
*
In the yard, I squatted among the flowers and plants in July, looking at their emerald green leaves. Spring is here, and soon, they will bloom with various bright petals.

I suddenly thought of the incredible flowers.

Long time no see, how is it?

She searched everywhere, but she still couldn't find Sansheng III, so she grabbed one of the Filipino maids and asked, "Do you know where Sansheng III is?"

"There it is."

The Filipino maid looked puzzled and pointed to the front.

The bright red leaves can be seen as early as July, and they quickly rushed towards it, even holding up the pot.

"Where are the buds?"

The buds in the middle were gone, and Qiyue became a little confused. She was looking forward to its blooming, but...she disappeared for a short period of time, and the buds disappeared.

"Didn't it mean that the flower bloomed for three years without withering? Why? Did it wither?"

July's brows were tightly knit together, and she hugged the flowerpot and walked to a place where the sun shines directly.

"Hua'er, during the days when I'm not around, did you also undergo earth-shaking changes?" Squatting in front of Hua'er, she began to tell it over and over again in July.

Not far away, a slender figure stood in place, and his eyes were fixed on the figure of Qiyue.

The figure squatting on the ground was thin and fragile, with two black braids lying quietly on the back, wearing plain and ordinary clothes, as rustic as a village girl.

"Ah Biao, have I forgotten something?"

Ever since, one day, when he woke up, he felt a sharp pain in his head. He always felt that he had forgotten something, an important person, but when he desperately wanted to remember, his head was in severe pain. .

He always felt that the girl in his dream had crossed paths with him before, otherwise, why would he always dream of the same dream?

(End of this chapter)

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