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Chapter 416 Yan Che, I'm Not Your Qingqing

But before she had time to think about it, the white light was swallowed up bit by bit, and the surrounding environment fell into darkness.

Dim, pitch black.

When she woke up, Yan Che's face came into view.

He smiled at her, and said, "Qingqing, are you awake?"

Zheng blinked slightly, pursed his lips and smiled: "Brother, let's go outside for a walk."

Yan Che's eyes were slightly red, he hugged her and said over and over again: "Qingqing, Qingqing"

He put his hand on her back, felt the beating of the heart there, and his eyes were warm.

A long time later, when Zheng Weiwei recalled these days, she would feel horrified.A person's self is completely taken away, but he still replaces another person without knowing it, and lives foolishly.

Yan Che regarded her as the dead person, even she herself thought that she was that woman.Yan Che reflected on her everything he wanted to do to Yan Qing.

He took her to learn English and piano, and told her all kinds of anecdotes and anecdotes.He sleeps with her in his arms at night, and when he wakes up in the morning, he stands in the sun and puts on his tie in front of the mirror. Sometimes, he will turn his head to look at her, with azure eyes and a smile.

Except for one thing, intimacy.

She couldn't accept Yan Che's kiss, and even subconsciously avoided it.After Yan Che was rejected by her for the first time, he didn't mention it anymore.

At that time, she asked him: "We are brother and sister, isn't it strange to do this kind of thing?"

Yan Che laughed until the end, and she burst into tears.

He said, "Qingqing, I'm so disgusting."

She was frightened by his crazy appearance, and cautiously stretched out her hand to pat his back.

Yan Che seemed to be soothed by her action, he raised his head, looked at her with a smile, and said, "Qingqing, just live with brother like this."

How silly she was, she said, "Okay."

Or, that willingness was not what she said, but the words that did not belong to her that were carried in her body.

Such days lasted for a month.The day when the memory was restored was the afternoon of spring.

Yan Che stood under the flower stand, which was very low, and countless unknown flowers brushed against his face.His figure is tall and straight, like a green pine tree, with a smile on his face.

In his hand he held a bouquet of roses, red, young flowers.

He handed the flowers in front of her with a little flattering smile.

He said: "Qingqing, look, these are the flowers I gave you."

At that time, Zheng Qing was sitting on the rockery piled up with rocks. She lowered her eyelashes. Her long black eyelashes looked like butterflies resting on them.

Her eyes stayed on Yan Che's flowers, and a thin layer of mist filled her eyes.

What a cruel thing memory is. At this moment, those suppressed past events flooded into my mind in an instant.

The person in the memory handed the rose to her, smiled and said to her, "Gently, my princess."

The gentle and elegant face is so beautiful that it makes people want to cry.

Zheng Weiwei felt pain in her fingertips, she said, "Yan Che, I'm not your Qingqing."

The smile on Yan Che's face was instantly replaced by haze.

He clasped her shoulders and asked her over and over again: "You know? You know, don't you? When did you think of it, when did you think of it?"

(End of this chapter)