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Chapter 385 In a corner where no one cares, a little bit of rot
But he seemed to have lost his sense of taste, and even his expression didn't change a bit.

He handed the empty medicine bowl to the butler, and said in a calm voice, "Is the matter finished?"

"I have tampered with Wang Heng's car according to your instructions. Now, he is no longer there."

The housekeeper paused at this point, and said, "Miss Qingqing is fine. When the fire broke out, she had already come out. There is no danger."

Yan Che nodded, and said flatly, "Go out."

He was alone in the hall again.

Yan Che is very afraid of the cold, although it is only autumn now, but his hands and feet are always unbearably cold.

He closed the window and walked upstairs slowly.

This villa is always on with constant temperature and air conditioning, no matter when and where, it can maintain a very warm temperature.

Yan Che walked to the bedroom. He lay on the bed and found a photo album from the locked bedside cabinet.

He just looked at it carefully for a long time before he said in a low voice: "Sister."

The person in the photo is Zheng Qingqing.

Beside her is Zheng Liu.

Yan Che's eyes fell on the man who had passed away long ago, and he was a little gloomy.

He pulled the photo out of the album, moved his fingers slightly, and split it into two.He held Zheng Qingxiao's dimple, and the other half, like garbage, was thrown on the ground.

He laughed, laughing to the back, and the traces were crazy: "Sister, how long can I live? How long can I live?"

When he said this, there was an extremely strong pain in his heart.

Yan Che's body was twisted in pain, and the cold sweat on his forehead soon overflowed, his face looked like a dead person's.

He pressed Zheng Qingqing's photo to his chest, as if doing so could control the almost piercing pain.

Zheng Qingwei didn't know this, as if she didn't remember at all, there was a person named Yan Che.

He has always been forgotten, and one day, he will rot a little bit in a corner where no one cares
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When Zheng Weiwei woke up, it was the dawn light.

She opened her eyes, and met Lu Xicheng's deep and sober gaze.

She was startled, and touched his face, her voice was very soft: "Xicheng, when did you wake up?"

He kissed her forehead, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "I just woke up not long ago."

When he said this, he suddenly turned over and pressed her under him.

His hand poked in from the hem of her skirt, touching the warm and delicate skin, trembling a little.

He said, "Gently."

The following four characters are in the pinna of my ear, very low, almost inaudible.

Zheng raised his head slightly, and hugged his neck cooperatively.Her cheeks were as red as if she had applied rouge, a sweet tone with a light layer.

Silent and warm, it is probably a deep and hot love.

It wasn't even tenderness afterward, a little bit out of control, which gave rise to entangled emotions.

Zheng Weiwei didn't know what happened to him, she could only look at the complicated and dark patterns on the ceiling, and gradually lost consciousness.
Lu Xicheng is full of work every day. He is the head of the family and the chairman of Qingcheng Group. Originally, there should be no weekends.

But Lu Xicheng can always arrange all the work in an orderly manner, and then play around with her on weekends.

Zheng Weiwei cherishes the days with him very much, she thinks that meeting Lu Xicheng is enough to use up all the good luck in her life.

She thought so, and said so to him once.

(End of this chapter)