Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

As soon as Tang Xiao turned his head, he heard a dull sound of "Dong" behind him. She startled for a moment, subconsciously looked back, a "Qu Qingchen" to pull up, "what are you doing!"

Tan Jing was biting her lip hard, and there were blood beads between her teeth and her lips. Her shoulder had been held down by Tang Xiao, but her head was still pounding against the table.

Tang Xiao's action was not very convenient, and she had no choice but to take the initiative to be soft, "OK, I won't go, I listen to you, OK?"

Hearing this, Tan Jing stopped and looked up at Tang Xiao. Her eyes were full of tears, and the corners of her eyes were red.

Tang Xiao reluctantly sat down again, pretending to inadvertently sweep the face in front of him several times, but no matter how you look at it, it's really Qu Qingchen's face, and there's nothing wrong with it.

Tang Xiao coughed lightly, deliberately sitting a few inches away from her, "you say you are not Qu Qingchen?"

Tan Jing nodded, her eyes full of joy.

"And who are you?" Tang Xiao thinks it's unbelievable and ridiculous. How can Qu Qingchen, a proud and wise woman, become this kind of person or ghost because of the torture of prison life. She asked casually. She didn't expect this crazy woman to say anything. She didn't expect that when she heard this question, "Qu Qingchen" was very happy. It seemed that someone could understand her meaning.

She lowered her head and bit the penholder skillfully. She rowed for a while, her face was full of seriousness, and Tang Xiao was a little nervous.

Then she raised her head again. Tang Xiao turned her eyes and saw that a spark burst out in her mind. It was like a two thousand ring firecracker that was suddenly ignited by someone. The explosion was out of control.

Although every stroke she wrote was very distorted, and the strokes were like ugly earthworms sitting on the paper, she could still recognize the whole character -- Tan Jing.

She said she was Tan Jing? Why does Qu Qingchen call herself Tan Jing?

Tang xiaoleng in place, lips slightly open, a pair of pupil stare very big, surprised for a time was speechless.

Seeing her appearance, Tan Jing drew a few more words - really.

Her face was full of expectation and hope, and her eyes were full of some bright emotion. She looked straight at Tang Xiaokan, as if she was expecting something.

Tang Xiao forced herself to recover after a long time. She raised her hand and rubbed her forehead. She said with some difficulty, "are you... Are you... Tan Jing?"

Tan Jing nodded her head forcefully.

As like as two peas, Tang Xiao once remembers the name. When Xiao Jingyu was in trouble, she saw this woman at the funeral. But even if it was only a single face, Tang Xiao could hardly believe that she would suddenly become the same as the incredible dust. Or would she have grown such a face? How could that be!

Thinking of this, Tang Xiao swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his voice trembled unconsciously, "but shouldn't you be outside now? Two days ago, what else was your movie held... And, your face... "As she said this, she felt that her back was inexplicably cool, which made her whole body firm and shaking for a while, and she got goose bumps.

Hearing this, Tan Jing frowned. Her sad expression suddenly increased a little. Her tears, which had already stopped, fell down again.

After a while, her brow turned, and her expression suddenly became fierce. Before Tang Xiao could react, she saw her head down and drew a few more words -- Gu Beihua.