The Supporting Actress System

Qu Xie sneers. He reaches out and pinches Jiang Zixi's chin. The smell of smoke on his fingertips makes Jiang Zixi feel uncomfortable. Her face is pinched blue, which makes her struggle backward. However, her strength is too small, and the struggle is in vain.

Qu Xie was obviously infuriated by Jiang Zixi's last words. His face became colder and his strength on his hands became stronger and stronger. Jiang Zixi took a breath in pain:

"Enron, did I tell you not to touch her?"

Enron was not ready to let her go, and wanted to continue to do something to her, but she heard Qu Xie's voice coming from the loudspeaker in the room:

JIANG Zixi's eyes were dark, her brain was down for several seconds, and she was directly on the ground.

"Bang!"

No injuries, no blood.

With that, she grabbed Jiang Zixi's head and smashed it on the iron bed. She even smashed it three times, avoiding the forehead and hitting the back of her head as much as possible.

"I haven't moved you for a long time."

A trace of anger flashed through her eyes. She twisted her neck, rolled up her sleeves, and raised a smile:

the miscellaneous sauce noodles she spit out was sprayed all over the floor. The color and shape were quite disgusting.

"Don't touch me with your dirty hands! I don't want to eat! I will never eat a bite of you even if I die today! You murderers! A group of executioners

Jiang Zixi's eyes widened fiercely:

"ouch..." When Enron let go, Jiang Zixi vomited.

The noodles with mixed sauce are the same as she imagined. They are really delicious.

Jiang Zixi tried to resist, but she obviously underestimated Enron's strength. Within a minute, the mixed sauce noodles were forced to her mouth by Enron.

With an Enron cold hum, he picked up his chopsticks, pressed Jiang Zixi under his body, broke open her mouth, and sent mixed sauce noodles to her mouth.

"A toast is a penalty if you don't eat or eat!"

Enron didn't expect Jiang Zixi to have this reaction, so that the bowl on her hand was not stable, and almost spilled on the ground.

"PATA." The chopsticks fell to the ground and sprinkled with oil.

"Pooh!" Jiang Zixi spat a mouthful of noodles and flicks away Enron's chopsticks with his arm.

Smell the smell and look at the sales. You can see that the taste is not bad.

It's noodles with mixed sauce

The noodles were brought to his mouth, and Jiang Zi Xi swallowed his saliva.

"Eat as you please, don't force me to do it."

He picked up the chopsticks, picked up the noodles and sent them to Jiang Zixi's mouth:

definitely!

She was sure Jichen would come to see her tonight.

But she knew that there must be something wrong with this bowl of noodles. No matter what, she must not eat it, otherwise she would miss the best time to escape.

She was so hungry that even a bowl of noodle soup would feel delicious.

That's strange.

"I'll let you go! I said not to eat or not to eat! Your stuff, I just smell sick

Seeing that things went on as she thought, she could not help but feel relieved and pretended to be more bored:

Tut, it seems that Enron has heard a lot of sad words from Qu Xie.

Jiang Zi Xi's eyes flash slightly, Enron, this is in Play with her.

Enron looked at Jiang Zi Xi with some surprise. After confirming that Jiang Zixi was acting, she replied faintly: "do you want to starve to death?"

"Go away! Take the noodles back! I won't eat it! "

Jiang Zixi turned her face to avoid the camera. Her eyes were bright and she didn't leave the bowl, but her voice was weak and desperate:

"it's time to eat."

after that, Xie walked in for about half an hour.

In fact, at this time, Jiang Zixi's hair covered half of her face, with a faint smile, a glimmer of light flashed through her eyes.

He likes to see people fall into the abyss.

That's right.

Guilt? Evil? Despair?

Teacher an and Wang Zaiyu died because of her. How could she not blame herself?

Qu Xie sneered, and he knew that Jiang Zixi was not as indifferent as she looked.

Out of the room, Qu Xie takes out her mobile phone and observes Jiang Zixi's reaction. Jiang Zixi cries and howls for a long time. Then she lowers her head and her hair covers most of her face. She seems to be in extreme despair.

does he look idle?

He had no time and energy to make some inexplicable arguments with Jiang Zixi.

Then he pushed the door and left.

"Interesting, but remember, there will be people dying because of you."

After a pause, a little surprise flashed through his eyes, but he soon disappeared. He laughed a few times:

why should she carry the pot?

After all, Qu Xie did everything, which had nothing to do with her.

"From the beginning to the end, I was just a victim. I was framed by you. I was confused by your memory. I spent a whole three years uneasily. You killed Mr. an and Wang Zaiyu! Why should I blame myself? "Jiang Zixi then said:

"huh?"

Jiang Zixi breathed as deeply as possible, but her abdominal pain still made her dizzy: "why should I blame myself?"

"What do you want to say?"

Qu Xie's hands tightened slightly. For a moment, he felt that things were out of his control:

she clearly felt unwell, pale and weak. She could only sit on the iron bed, but her eyes looked like thousands of horses, crashing and powerful.

Qu Xie frowns and stares at Jiang Zixi's face, which he has been staring at for three years without a trace of change. At this moment, however, it has changed dramatically.

He was so righteous that Qu Xie was confused.

"What? Is it because I'm not so obvious? I'll tell you the truth. I'm just laughing at you. You've got to go to hell with these weird theories

Jiang Zixi climbed up with the legs of the iron bed, oblivious to the blood spilling from the corners of her mouth, with a sneer and sarcasm on her face:

"you just Are you laughing at me

Qu Xie Dun lived and looked back at Jiang Zi Xi in an incredible way:

his tone was full of disdain.

Just as Qu Xie was ready to leave, he heard Jiang Zixi snort: "ah."

Jiang Zixi convulsed with pain and fell on the ground for a long time without reaction.

"In short, if it wasn't for you, they wouldn't have died. What? Regret it? Blame yourself? You killed them all

Qu Xie didn't seem to be able to get rid of his anger. He gave Jiang Zixi another kick with his pointed leather shoes. He was very careful to avoid the parts that would be found:

"why did they die? Don't you know why they died? If you don't intervene in this matter and do not investigate, how can they be implicated by you? How could I kill them? "

He glared at Jiang Zixi, who was curled up in pain and narrowed his eyes, revealing a trace of danger:

Qu Xie loosened Jiang Zixi's chin, clenched his hands into fists, and gave Jiang Zixi a quick blow in the stomach. He felt relieved as if he was venting his anger, and his face calmed down.

"Hiss..."

Enron immediately stopped: "but Dr. Qu..."

If she doesn't want to eat it, she won't have a chance