I really don't want a second marriage

After that, Xiao Su looked at the look of yetingchen.

His expression was still faint. His bony hand had taken the folder, and then opened the page. Xiao Su burst into a cold sweat on his back, "night is less, why don't you take your time, I'll... Go back first?"

Although he has asked Jiang Xiaobai to delete those unnecessary places, he still has no bottom in his heart. After all, it is really embarrassing to type these things into words.

Especially where the medicine is applied.

At that time, Jiang Xiaobai asked him to say it as someone else's story. Don't be nervous. Then when he said it, he felt that he just repeated what he saw.

It was not until he really handed these materials to yetingchen that Xiao Su gradually realized the danger.

Night Tingchen suddenly raised his eyes, and his eyes fell on Xiao Su's face.

"Are you nervous?"

Hearing this, Xiao Su subconsciously licked his lips and shook his head: "No."

How could he be nervous? ha-ha.

"Oh." yetingchen took back his eyes and said coldly, "then wait here until I finish reading."

“......”

What else can Xiao Su say? He was very nervous. I believe yeshao also saw his mood, but he had to ask himself if he was nervous.

And I can't answer. I'm really nervous.

In fact, he is not sure about that information.

So when yetingchen was ready to see it, Xiao Su decided to make psychological preparations for yetingchen in advance.

So he coughed and said, "that night... I asked someone to write these materials for me."

"Ghostwriter?" night Tingchen slightly picked his eyebrow, as if he thought of something, "has everything been arranged?"

Xiao Su knew what he meant and nodded immediately: "no problem. I'm absolutely good at confidentiality, but... This ghostwriter is a girl, so her writing style is a little dreamy, so..."

At this point, Xiao Su stopped wisely. He had made it so obvious that yeshao would certainly understand what he meant.

"I see." yetingchen ignored him and looked down at the information.

His attitude is very serious. He looks at the information in front of him and is very pious. It seems that what he holds in his hand is not a piece of information at all, but an extremely valuable treasure.

In fact, for yetingchen, this period of his purple past is his treasure.

He looked at it seriously. It seemed that he didn't care what kind of painting style these things were and who wrote them. For him, these don't matter.

And Xiao Su gradually relaxed from the beginning, because he found that ye Tingchen seemed to fall into his own memory, and sometimes frowned. At first, Xiao Su thought he was dissatisfied with the information and wanted to explain, but ye Tingchen didn't scold him and continued to frown down.

After that, Xiao Su saw that his eyebrows were frowning deeper and deeper, and even his eyebrows were coagulated with a touch of killing spirit. Xiao Su felt that he was finished. Maybe he couldn't escape this time.

But yeshao still continued to frown and look down. He didn't stop or scold him.

According to his understanding of yeshao, Xiao Su observed it carefully. He found that yeshao's eyes fluctuated greatly, although they looked calm on the surface.

That is, only after he has been around for a long time can he see his eyes.

So, night less, is this trapped in memories?

I'm afraid it's only when I recall the previous events that I put on my body? Not to him?

Xiao Su was finally relieved.

As time passed by, the study was quiet and silent. Yetingchen was deeply trapped in his memory. Xiao Su saw that he had no other abnormal performance. He gradually became more and more brave. He simply turned around and found a chair to sit down.

Then, take out your cell phone.

It was also at this time that yetingchen's eyes swept towards him. Xiao Su's action with his mobile phone was stiff.

However, yetingchen didn't care. After glancing at him faintly, he took back his eyes.

Then Xiao Su heard him say, "go out first and go around."

Xiao Su immediately got up: "that night, I'll come back later."

After leaving the study, Xiao Su felt that the air outside was better than that in the study, but... Why did yeshao let him out?

Forget it, he'll turn around before he goes back.

Anyway, he has his own thoughts on how to do things at night.

Probably because Xiao Su was too eager to leave, he didn't notice the difference of yetingchen when he closed the door of his study.

After Xiao Su left, yetingchen, who had been sitting upright, suddenly raised his hand and squeezed his eyebrows heavily.

He didn't see much of these events, but he never forgot them. At the thought of how she married into the night family and how she suffered those euphemisms, yetingchen's eyebrows frowned unconsciously.

Then, some broken pictures appeared intermittently in my mind. Like the TV broke, the pictures flashed and disappeared quickly.

The speed is so fast that it makes people angry.

About the memory of him and Han Muzi, yetingchen wanted to remember it. He could only constantly force himself to recall the pictures he saw, hoping he could remember something more.

In this way, yetingchen has been struggling with those memory pictures that slip away quickly. The other side is very powerful, but he is not a person to be afraid of.

Gradually, yetingchen's head began to ache again.

Cold sweat spread all over his back, but in winter, he wore a coat, so he couldn't see the flat white shirt under the coat, which was already wet through.

Only the cold sweat from the forehead, drop by drop, along the handsome face, slipped through the edges and corners, and dropped on those materials.

Sharp pain.

The bony hand still turns over the information and looks at the next page.

When Han Muzi was drugged by those mean people, he was so angry that his blood rolled for a moment and almost vomited a mouthful of blood.

However, there are more elements of self blame. He didn't protect her at the beginning, so that she would be hurt.

At this moment, Han Muzi is also dreaming.

In the dream, she returned to the time when she had just married yetingchen, and then repeated the previous events again. When she woke up, her back burst into a cold sweat.

Han Muzi felt her heart beat very fast. Even her lower abdomen felt uneasy. Her mother and son were the same body. Her heart beat so fast that the baby must feel bad.

So Han Muzi can only press down all those feelings of uneasiness and fear, and think more about some good things and ideas that belong to now.

Gradually, Han Muzi's breathing became stable. Her clothes were soaked and could no longer be worn. She had to get up and take a new dress from the wardrobe and put it on.

The room was quiet and silent.

Han Muzi remembered that she was sleeping in the living room. Because she ate a little more at noon, she didn't want to sleep immediately, so when she came back, she watched TV in the living room with the remote control.