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The night is bright and the stars are sparse.

The white gauze wraps the entire world, and the light disappears without a trace. The moonlight is soft but cannot enter the hearts of some people. The dust-covered hearts are full of scars and never accept external healing.

Warm wine wiped away the tears, and his eyes were filled with strength again.

"The blood in his body is the same as ours. Do you want me to make him mentally retarded?"

Wenjiu's tough performance made Wenjiu in white skirt very dissatisfied. She didn't like this "self" that was faintly out of control.

"As long as we can find Wen Yan Wenli, there's no harm in killing him!" Wen Jiu in the white skirt caught a glimpse of the hard shell and raised her lips, "Master Wen Tian, ​​are you starting to resist me? But don't forget, I It's you, you are me. Our consciousnesses are interconnected, just like I am your evil thoughts, and my thoughts are all approved by you."

The cool night breeze blew her hair, and Wen Jiu waved her hand back.

He rubbed his eyebrows with his hands, gradually regaining control of his emotions. During this period, consciousness came out more and more frequently.

Is it really necessary for her to start taking antidepressants again?

Wenjiu's heart suddenly felt heavy.

She raised her head and glanced at the disc-like moon, with a hint of sarcasm on her face.

So what about the most powerful magic and magic?

Just as a doctor does not heal himself, she can only be trapped in the hands of her past self forever, sinking and suffering.

Unable to resist.

Because every fight with oneself is equivalent to another cut on the scarred wound.

The phone rang, Wenjiu gathered his emotions, answered the phone and said softly: "Are you hungry, Suisui?"

The man's cold and magnetic voice came from the other side. The soft voice almost caused another layer of mist to rise in front of Wen Jiu's eyes. She always concealed her emotions very well and softly told Jiang Sui'an not to eat.

"Forget it, there's nothing fun here. I'll go out and eat with you now."

She walked out of the greenhouse while talking.

After leaving, the man who had been in the deepest corner of the garden stood up, stroking the photo album with his hand.

Soon the man was satisfied and jumped over the wall with laughter.

The party reached its climax, and men and women jumped onto the dance floor together.

Warm wine shuttles among the sparse crowd, aiming for the back door. Unexpectedly, at this moment, someone suddenly grabbed him. Wen Jiu didn't look at his face and subconsciously used his spiritual power to shake it away. But he didn't want to hear the sound of glass breaking one after another.

Soon, the tall champagne tower in her eyes was completely destroyed, and the person she shook away was obediently in Song Qianhua's arms.

Wenjiu: "???"

Is this a case of porcelain?

However, Wen Xue did not shed tears as usual this time. Seeing Wen Jiu come out of Song Qianhua's arms in a daze, he asked with worry, "Sister, I'm sorry, I just saw you were too excited. You weren't hurt, were you?"

She stepped forward to take Wenjiu's hand.

Of course Wen Jiu avoided it, his eyebrows were light and he said, "Stay away from me."

The fringed green beads on her shoulder sleeves touched the person opposite, and Wen Xue let out a soft cry, "Hiss——"

"Axue, your arm is bleeding!" Song Qianhua's eyes changed from looking at Wenjiu carefully, and her eyes filled with heartache when she saw the blood.

Many guests of the Wen family came over.

The rich wife handed Wen Xue tissues and softly coaxed her.

Wenjiu turned around and left when she saw that she had nothing to do.

Apparently some people just don't get her way.

"Stop!" A clear voice shouted to stop warming the wine.

She turned around and saw the woman hiding behind her on the red carpet. She remembered that she was a movie queen, her name seemed to be Lin Qinglu.

Tsk, I have experienced Lin Ling’s family being weird.

She really had a subconscious resistance to the surname Lin.

Lin Qinglu said angrily: "You hurt someone and you still leave quietly, Miss Wen. Where have your wealthy upbringing gone?"