Race on the Head of the Ex [Rebirth]

Zhuo Zhiwei was stunned for a moment, bending his lips, his beautiful eyes gradually covered with a layer of mist, like ripples suddenly rising on the cold and clear lake under the moonlight.

The fingertips trembled, and he wrapped He Qingqi's waist greedily, slowly closing his eyes, enjoying what might be the last warmth.

After a long while, Zhuo Zhi calmed down his emotions and gently pushed He Qingqi away.

"I still have to say." Zhuo Zhi said warmly: "I want to tell you."

She held her head slightly, her smooth jaw angle was indescribably graceful and charming, her slender fingers unbuttoned the first button of her pajamas, and she continued to untie the second one.

He Qingqi's face instantly blushed, turning his head away, blurted out: "No, no, it's inappropriate."

Zhuo Zhi blinked slightly, took a good look at He Qingqi whose ears were hot, couldn't help chuckles, as if the breeze was blowing over the wind chimes, cool and sweet.

This person is really different to himself, at least he has a good impression, otherwise two girls in a normal relationship, unbuttoning a button, how can you tell... such an inappropriate thing.

Still, inappropriate?

I didn't want to do anything with her!

Zhuo Zhiwei couldn't help but impressed on his face, slapped He Qingqi on the back, and said, "What do you think."

"Huh?" He Qingqi was also stunned, and looked back at Zhuo Zhiwei ignorantly.

Zhuo Zhi glared at her slightly, revealing half of his shoulder.

The fragrant shoulders are half exposed, the clothes are half covered, and there is a mysterious sexy. He Qingqi only felt the thump of his brain, and the blood from his limbs and corpses poured into his brain.

It's young.

See no evil!

When Zhuo Zhiwei raised her head and looked at her again, she found that her eyes were divergent, her ears were red as if blood was dripping, but she didn't even glance at her.

Zhuo Zhiwei couldn't help but gave her a helpless smile.

Died to death.

But it's pretty gentle and lovely.

Zhuo Zhi bends his eyes slightly.

Then she smashed her into the face and pointed her left shoulder. Seeing that the person was still afraid to look, he said helplessly: "Let you look under my left shoulder."

"Oh, oh." He Qingqi nodded like smashing garlic, unable to turn his mind, so he subconsciously followed the instructions.

Look, under the left shoulder.

There are three scars, two vertical and one horizontal.

He Qingqi's pupils shrank suddenly and stood up awkwardly, staggering backward because of too much force. Her eyes were full of shock and distress, her brows frowned, and she pointed to the incoherent scar: "This, how did this happen!"

Mr. Xiaohe finally did not have an IQ drop, contacting Zhuo Zhiwei and her just now, and couldn't say anything: "That person did it too? Why is she! She is sick! Whose school violence is so disgusting!" "

No wonder, He Qingqi suddenly recalled something in her previous life. She once saw Zhuo Zhiwei, who had just debuted for a year, arguing with Wonders' agent, or the agent was arguing unilaterally, at the backstage of the awards ceremony with her own eyes. Zhuo Zhiwei said nothing.

The reason is that Zhuo Zhiwei is unwilling to wear the tube top dress prepared by the company.

He Qingqi looked at the shocking knife mark, his fingers trembled, and then he made a fist. I just find it hard to believe, what age are you still playing this set? She just wants to know who that person is now, and then find the best lawyer to make that person immortal and peel off the skin.

Zhuo Zhiwei nodded, and He Qingqi was even more furious.

Zhuo Zhiwei suddenly laughed at himself: "Actually, I was lucky."

"Good luck?" He Qingqi only felt absurd, shook his head, hummed, and said in disbelief, "Is this lucky? What on earth does she want to do? Is she sick."

Zhuo Zhiwei answered seriously: "She wants to carve a cheap word on my shoulder."

"But... I'm lucky."

Without waiting for He Qingqi to continue to ask, Zhuo Zhiwei said: "Qingqi, do you remember that I used to talk about my parents?"

"Remember." He Qingqi nodded, "You said they were dead."

The answer is straightforward. At this time, even a fool could see that this matter was related to her parents.

Zhuo Zhiwei shook his head: "It was just a sudden thought at that time, and it was agitated for a while. They are living well, it is indescribable."

"Do you know who is the one who wrote on me with a knife?"

He Qingqi asked in cooperation: "Who is it?"

"It's my half-sister." Zhuo Zhiwei sighed like a mockery: "We are only five months away. Do you know what this means?"

At this moment, He Qingqi feels even more unbelievable. Today, her three views are about to be shattered, and her anger is almost breaking through the roof.

"What is even more unacceptable is Qingqi." Zhuo Zhiwei looked at He Qingqi and smiled sadly: "I am the daughter of that third party."

"My mother is sorry to her mother."

"And I am proof that her father betrayed her mother."

"So I will be nailed to the pillar of shame."

"So I deserve to be scolded, I deserve to be isolated, I deserve to be cold and violent."

"Qingqi, do you deserve me?"

Zhuo Zhiwei's voice was cool, but with many unspeakable complex emotions such as guilt, hatred, unwillingness, etc., and that only accounted for one-thousandth, a flash of grievance.

She really felt that she was born with a mistake, and she really felt that she was sorry for her father's wife and daughter, and that she hated her parents for their shamelessness. She can plead guilty, kowtow and apologize, she can be entangled all her life, and she can live in the gutter all her life.

However, she still wanted to ask He Qingqi, the only person she had liked in her life.

What do you think?

Is it because I am so unbearable in your heart, so dirty, so... disgusting.

"No." He Qingqi's eyes were red, his eyelashes trembled, and he choked and said, "You are not, Zhiwei, how can you blame you?"

He Qingqi's pupils flickered, his lips trembling, and he stretched out his hand to embrace Zhuo Zhiwei.

I am sorry.

...

She suddenly remembered something in the past.

Those Zhuo Zhiwei would never know, and she never cared about the past.

"Do you hate a person just because she is the child of a third party?"

It was a quiet summer night like today, and her fifth movie was finalized, the last night of staying in that hotel.

Zhuo Zhiwei is still her heroine, staying close to her. But on that day, after the celebration banquet, I was in the same room with her for the first time in the dead of night.

"Can I go in for a drink?" Zhuo Zhiwei asked at her door with a toast.

She was surprised, but invited Zhuo Zhiwei in.

They were drinking on the balcony with their wine glasses. In the moonlight, Yinhui was clothed with Zhuo Zhiwei's usual plain expression, inexplicably implying dust.

At that time, they had the best relationship in their previous life, and they had known each other for many years.

Zhuo Zhiwei shook the glass and said lightly: "He Qingqi, would you hate a person just because she is a child of a third party?"

She frowned and subconsciously thought of He Qingzhou, thinking that Zhuo Zhiwei was also a lobbyist for He Qingzhou, and rolled her eyes secretly.

She has heard this set of rhetoric since she was young. She needs to say, generally speaking, no, and then the person will continue to say it. Then why do you treat He Qingzhou like this, and He Qingzhou doesn’t even count it. Little San’s child, he is your brother. He treats you Barabara so well that she can almost memorize it.

She would not say that at first she hated He Qingzhou because others said that her mother was killed by him, nor would she say that she no longer hated He Qingzhou when she grew up.

It doesn't matter if she says she doesn't repent, or she says her mouth is hard, she won't admit that she has admitted that He Qingzhou is her brother anyway.

She was impatient after hearing too much, too lazy to repeat the rhetoric again, blocking everything from the source, and casually said: "Yes."

As she guessed, the man was choked and did not continue to say anything. He was stunned for a moment. He forgot to blink his eyes, but then he recovered as usual and bends his lips.

The expression has always been faint, just looking at the distance and drinking one after another. He Qingqi, who is elegant and expensive, has to admit that He Qingqi, who has a wife, is moving.

The air calmed down, and only the sound of the wind beating against the sea, wave after wave.

Suddenly He Qingqi turned his head, and left a line of tears on the beautiful face, as if stained with the color of moonlight, gurgling.

She was stunned: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." A cool voice came into her ears: "It just feels parting again, a little sad." She wiped her tears:

"Probably drunk too much."

He Qingqi laughed: "You can't drink too much."

"Yeah." Zhuo Zhi sighed slightly, hiding in the wind in a daze, turning his face to look at her, her beautiful eyes were like crumbling stars, and she couldn't help feeling a little bit of pain.

"I can't."

But in a blink of an eye, it seemed that she had misread it, and the person's face returned to normal, and there was no trace of the tears.

At the end, Zhuo Zhiwei, who was drunk, shouted: "He Qingqi, get out of here."

She smiled, thinking that the other party was joking: "This is my room, so I want to get rid of..."

She deliberately didn't finish her words and looked at each other meaningfully.

Zhuo Zhi nodded slightly: "You are right, then I'm going to **** off."

"Goodbye."

He Qingqi was stunned by the opponent's determination, although he noticed something was wrong, but Jiu Jin was on his head, his brain was not enough, and his actions became slow. When she realized what she had done, she nodded blankly: "Good night, then."

The door closed gently.

After waking up from alcohol the next day, she recalled the situation at night, always feeling as if she had done something wrong.

She once tentatively called Zhuo Zhiwei to explain why she said that. If the person told her casually, she just asked casually. She felt that Zhuo Zhiwei was no different from usual, so she left the matter behind.

It's just that after that they had less and less contact, and then she didn't see Zhuo Zhiwei for three or four years. That person really disappeared from her world as she said.

...

He Qingqi's pupils flickered arduously, and her throat twitched. She seemed to hear the sound of a blunt knife slowly being inserted into the heart, slow motion, and then a **** color, and the whole movement was silent.

Looking closer, she was actually holding the hilt of the knife, and the blade was facing her best friend in this life, Zhuo Zhiwei.

She suddenly felt that she was no different from Zhuo Zhiwei's sister. Her sister was hurting her body, but she was hurting her heart.

Relying on some self-righteous judgments, I rushed through my brain and said hurtful things. Even if there were explanations afterwards, the injuries had already been caused, and no amount of explanations would be able to make up for the scars caused by the injuries.

Fortunately, God gave her another chance.

He Qingqi remembered the appearance of Zhuo Zhiwei for no reason.

She was always faint and turned away from people thousands of miles away. Even if it was her, she was already visible to the naked eye as a good relationship, and she had never seen her smile several times, and now she has never been close together like this.

He Qingqi's heart was aching, and he forcibly resisted the sudden soreness, his clear eyes were no longer clear, and he was shrouded in depressed mood.

She always feels that she seems to have missed something, but let her say, she can't tell.

The author has something to say: Mr. He: dbq! ! I have no eyes!