Distance Between No Love And Deep Love

After dressing, Qing Yao'er straightens up in the mirror. Looking at her face in the mirror, she smiles. Fortunately, she is not reborn in an ugly ghost.

"Dong Dong." There are two knocks on the door. Qing Yaoer looks over and doesn't say please come in, because before she plans to speak, Qing Cangsong has already pushed the door in.

"What are you doing here?" For this kind of person, Qing Yao'er never intended to give him a good face.

Aware of Qing Yao'er's hostility, Qing Cangsong's body was slightly shocked, and then quickly covered up. She kindly said, "lu'er said that when you came home last night, it was unusual. My uncle came to ask you if something happened."

Qing Yao'er turns his head to one side indifferently, "what happened to me? Maybe you know better than me."

That's true. She didn't believe it at all. He didn't hear anything about it.

Qing Yao'er talks with a gun in his mouth. After a word, Qing Cangsong's face is not very good, but he always bears it.

"Yao'er, don't go out recently. There are so many bad people outside. You're a 17-year-old girl. How dangerous it is to go out." Seeing the blue kiss mark on Qing Yao'er's clavicle, Qing Cang song looked dark and said in a dumb voice.

"What does it have to do with you that I can't get out? If you're OK, go out first. " Qing Yao'er noticed the hot sight, quietly raised his collar, and continued to speak coldly.

Qingcangsong is now the chairman of a group. He was told by qingyao'er that his face was a little too hard to hang up. After two exhortations, he walked out with a quiver of flesh.

I'll see him when I go out.

I don't want to see him.

Qing Yao'er looks at the neat windowsill and narrows her eyes gently.

After leaving the villa, Qing Yao'er suddenly felt that the whole person was much more relaxed, breathing the air and walking on the path. Although the air here was not as fresh as Xiuzhen mainland, it was better than the taste in the villa.

Along the path, Qing Yao'er turns and turns. The flowers there are beautiful, which she has never seen before.

Bend down, twist the fallen petals with fingers, smell the petals with soil fragrance twice, and Qing Yaoer involuntarily hooks the corner of her lips.

Suddenly, Qing Yao'er straightens up, drops the petals in her hand and looks around warily.

"Oh..." There was a sneer in the air, but because of the echo, it was impossible to determine which direction it came from.

In Qing Yao'er's hand, the corrosion thread is twisted into a ball, and she plans to kill him when someone rushes over.

It's just that killing people here seems to be responsible.

Qing Yao'er frowned. It was so annoying.

"It's good to be alert, little girl."

Back!

Qing Yao'er turns around and sees a woman in a strong suit. This woman has a strong smell of blood, which seems to come out of her bones. It's terrible.

"Who are you?" This is the woman that Qing Yao'er has never seen in her memory.

Moreover, according to Qing Yao'er's judgment, I'm afraid the comer is not good.

"Boa constrictor." Python lips a hook, "my code."

With that, the boa constrictor quickly moves to Qing Yao'er's side and kicks her on her chest.

In other people's eyes, the fleeting movement is a slow playback in Qing Yao'er's eyes. She easily raised her hand to block the fierce leg wind, and waved a palm carelessly to the boa constrictor's chest.

The speed is extremely fast. Before the boa constrictor can worry about it, he has already gone out for more than ten meters.

Dry cough twice, the BoA's vision becomes a little dangerous.

But Qing Yaoer doesn't care.