The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

After Huo Baiyuan had finished speaking, he hadn't heard any response from Mu Chenbi for a long time. He raised his eyes and looked at it. He suddenly saw that Mu Chenbi's face had faded all its blood, pale as paper, and his pupils were shaking violently.

Huo Baiyuan saw something wrong with him: "What's wrong with you?"

Mu Chenbi recovered from his astonishment. For a while, he felt ridiculous and ridiculous: "Are you kidding me? How old is this cloud word now, how old she was eight years ago, how could she...how could..."

Huo Baiyuan lowered her eyes: "Yes, she is indeed not the right age. As for why this is the case, I can't tell you for the time being. You may not believe it if you say it, but I'm sure, she is..."

"She is Aci?" Mu Chenbi interrupted Huo Baiyuan, looking at Huo Baiyuan with eager, expectant, but with a trace of fear, and muttered repeatedly in his mouth: "She is...Aci... "

Yunci, Aci.

Yunci is Aci.

After so many years, how much he hopes to find A Ci, how much he looks forward to seeing her again, but how much he has looked forward to, he is scared.

He was afraid that what Huo Baiyuan said was true, and he was afraid that this Yunci was really Aci.

He beat her, he left her in the warehouse and left her alone. He didn't treat her gunshot wounds or give her food. He broke one of her hands. He even... even got a few guards, wanting Defile her!

What did he do to A Ci! How can he forgive himself? !

Aci...Aci...

Mu Chenbi repeated the name that made him dream of him, then turned and rushed towards the door of the institute.

Get in the car, Mu Chenbi coldly ordered: "Drive back!"

The driver in the driver's seat did not react for a while: "Huh?"

Mu Chenbi yelled: "Drive! Drive now!"

The car was speeding on the road, and the scenery outside the window flashed by. Mu Chenbi sat in the car, clenched his hands, his palms were already moist, and he was very confused. He didn't know what it was like, was it surprise or panic?

Arriving at the villa, Mu Chenbi opened the door and got off the car before the car stopped, and the figure rushed into the villa door like a gust of wind, and rushed towards the second floor.

It was only a stairway away from the warehouse where Yunci was closed, but at this moment, he felt that the distance was so far away, and every step seemed to exhaust his whole body.

When he arrived outside the warehouse, he suddenly opened the door, and he saw Yunci sitting in the corner of the dark and small warehouse. She tilted her head feebly, her face was thin and pale, and her broken hand fell to the ground. , The clothes on his body had been torn to pieces, as if even his breathing had become weak.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, she raised her eyes slightly and looked at Mu Chenbi with red eyes.

At this moment, Mu Chenbi felt that he was severely pinched on his neck by a big hand, unable to breathe. He walked into the warehouse step by step with heavy steps, walked in front of Yun Ci, and knelt down.

He stretched out his hand to Yunci, and Yunci suddenly raised the shard of glass in his hand, trying to stab him.

Mu Chenbi immediately grabbed Yun Ci's wrist, realizing that he was using too much force, he hurriedly relaxed again, and said dumbly: "I didn't want to hurt you."

Mu Chenbi grasped Yunci's wrist with one hand, and pulled Yunci's collar with one hand, and suddenly saw a protruding red mark near her heart.