Traps Of Love

Mi Xiaoya goes to the door, and the conversation between Shen yanruo and Cheng Wanrong continues outside. But she has no desire to continue to listen, people die like lights out. At the beginning, she cared about Cheng Wanrong because of her relationship with MI Yuancheng, but now Mi Yuancheng is dead -

the only weak connection is like a boat with a broken rope, which completely pulls away from the shore.

She is not ready to avenge Mi Yuancheng. Her heart is so small that she can only accommodate the people she cares about. Twenty three years ago, her world lived for others. Twenty three years later, she will live for herself.

Mi Xiaoya turns on the switch of the lamp on the wall, and the light in the room suddenly brightens up. The golden light flashes down from the central chandelier, and the dazzling bright color has a powerful impact on people's sight.

She was locked in the dark room for too long to adapt to the light.

"Hold on, we have to spend all our time on the blade." Mi Xiaoya's eyes are more resolute and resolute. Only by turning on the light can she find what she needs as quickly as possible. But the gentle and quiet beginning cannot open the eye, perhaps this is also very good.

She walked quickly to the wardrobe and quickly took off her clothes from the top of her head. One by one, until the soaked underwear is also thrown on the ground. Then she found a simple black dress in Shen yanruo's wardrobe and began to put it on her.

Cold body, finally some temperature.

Mi Xiaoya can gradually feel the pain after freezing, rather than just numbness.

She was a little worried and added a thick fur coat just to cover her abdomen.

Smile -

her smile has not moved for a long time.

Mi Xiaoya's heart shrunk slightly. She didn't dare to think deeply. She pursed her lips, her pale face without a trace of blood.

After she had changed everything, she changed her clothes for Wen Jingchu in the same way.

"No - want -" Wen Jingchu was extremely uncooperative. During this period, he kept shaking his head, whining "no" in his blocked mouth, and a pair of blue eyes were full of wronged water vapor.

"I'm sorry, but I can only hurt you." Mi Xiaoya's voice is always considerate and gentle, but her action doesn't slow down at all. On the contrary, she is more powerful and agile.

In fact, MI Xiaoya's habit of cleanliness is no lighter than that of gentleness. What's more, they were still wearing Shen yanruo's clothes. The woman who climbed up the bed of Leng Yucheng couldn't make people like her at all.

However, they have no choice.

Mi Xiaoya misses Leng Zetian incomparably at this time. She seems to be able to feel how "no choice" Leng Zetian has been living in Wanfu garden these years.

Mi Xiaoya's heart is sweet and astringent at the thought of her dark blue eyes. She thinks of him, especially.

How she wanted to hold him at this moment and tell him for the first time that she had found his mother and that she could help him share some of the responsibilities.

What she wanted most was to tell him personally how much she loved him. Not by anyone.

However, there is not so much time for her affectation or missing.

She is more sober than ever to realize that in Wanfu garden, every step is startling and no mistakes are allowed.

Mi Xiaoya must seize the time to escape as soon as possible, find huokai, and send Wenjing Chuxian out of the devil's hell safely.

"Go She grabbed an eyebrow pencil and a small book on the dresser, and then pulled Wen Jingchu out of the window.