Wearing It Before Scum A Tortures The Heroine

Before this polite question, Xu Jinchao almost trembled and called her "Jiaojiao".

The memories of the past are vivid in my mind. In the past two years, many of the relationships she thought she had forgotten about, suddenly became clear with the separation.

These days, she kept recalling their past, recalling the beautiful times that belonged to Xu Jinchao and Song Jiao, and every detail shone with a gentle and bright light.

Xu Jinchao didn't allow herself to miss the slightest bit, she tried her best to recall the faded items that she hadn't cherished too much when she had them. Precious nourishment for one's own breath.

So she can clearly remember when their relationship was just beginning to ease, she received the first gift from Song Jiao in the autumn evening, and she remembered how happy she was at that time.

They originally maintained a tacit consensus of non-interference with each other, and even if they were in the same room, they each did their own entertainment.

Until a fountain pen that fell to the floor rolled towards him as lightly as the one at the moment, and stopped at a place within reach.

Omega pressed her fingertips on the page and asked her, "Can you pick up a pen for me?"

This is a wonderful signal to officially start her dream journey. Since then, the distance has been shortened by inch, the glaciers have melted, she can see the sea of ​​flowers in full bloom during the journey, and the kites are floating in the blue sky.

When the trip was over, the dream shattered into bubbles, and all the experiences on the way were cherished in her heart to accompany the person who brought it all.

Xu Jinchao really almost called out that name. After returning home alone, he missed his little wife day and night, and on the tip of his tongue, there was a reduplicated word that became very meaningful because of this person.

But the attitude of the other party made her mouthpiece suffocate again, and the ecstasy that had been lost and regained suddenly stagnated in her heart.

She stared blankly at the person in front of her and swallowed her wife's nickname back into her stomach.

It turned out that it was not her beauty, but a stranger who was very similar?

She thought blankly.

Xu Jinchao still picked up the pen.

The ground under her feet was scorched hot by the sun, and she held the pen body, which was slightly warmed by the heat of the ground, and handed it back to the other party.

She still held on to a glimmer of hope and asked expectantly, "You... do you know me?"

Xu Jinchao was eager to see a nod, or a sudden smile, listening to the other party laughing and saying, "Fool, I'm joking with you".

However, the girl in a wheelchair with a slightly sick face took the pen, cast a suspicious look at her, and shook her head gently at her.

The last blood in Xu Jinchao's heart also cooled.

Xie Jun was also surprised after seeing the wheelchair girl's face.

She knew from other people Xu Jinchao's obsession with the painting for half a year, and also heard about Xu Jinchao's bizarre experience in painting it.

Xie Jun had doubted whether Xu Jinchao really had a new lover with the nickname Jiaojiao.

All kinds of signs also showed that the other party was really just watching the painting day and night, completely out of society.

Now all of a sudden, the person in the painting has come into reality, and the girl Xie Jun remembered in his mind because it was Xu Jinchao's hand was sitting in front of her, and she couldn't bear to be surprised.

After being frightened, Xie Jun's first reaction was:

This girl is the real model of "Jiaojiao", Xu Jinchao's previous words were just excuses.

But after turning his eyes to Xu Jinchao, Xie Jun was not sure again, because there was obvious disappointment on the other side's face.

Xu Jinchao's blush with excitement on her cheeks receded like a tide, and she muttered, "Oh, I'm sorry, I made a mistake..."

Xu Jinchao glanced at the wheelchair girl again, and forced herself to take back her gaze. She should not regard anyone as Song Jiao's substitute, even if she just saw Rong Siren.

She said to Xie Jun, "If there is nothing else, I will go first."

But Xie Jun still wanted to say something to Xu Jinchao.

These days, Xie Jun has been living with self-blame and growing remorse.

She couldn't tell what she regretted, plagiarizing Xu Jinchao's creation? Damage to Xu Jinchao? Or...or the feelings that were destroyed by her own hands.

Xie Jun didn't think that her orientation was female before. She and Xu Jinchao were an oolong when they got together, which made her sleep and sleep difficult.

She felt entangled and depressed herself, and her attitude towards Xu Jinchao became more and more rude and rude. She vented her inner emotions and hoped that Xu Jinchao would call for termination first.

But when she was really separated from the other party, she could not feel any relief.

I finally got rid of a love that I thought was not sincere, but I couldn't stop thinking about many things in the past frequently, tossing and turning.

Xie Jun plucked up the courage to look over, maybe...

But she only saw in Xu Jinchao's eyes the dullness she felt the day she turned her face completely.

Other than that, nothing else.

It was like a basin of cold water was poured on Xie Jun.

She bowed her head in embarrassment.

Xu Jinchao tacitly agreed that Junior Sister had nothing to say. She wanted to leave, but she couldn't help but turn sideways.

Before the wheelchair girl left, she was holding a magazine in front of her eyebrows, blocking the excessively warm sunlight, and playing with the fountain pen that she handed back.

Xu Jinchao handed her the folding umbrella in his hand: "Sun poison, give it to you."

Probably because the other party and Jiaojiao were so similar in appearance and demeanor, she couldn't help but pay a little attention and pity, but she didn't plan to have too much contact with her.

Song Jiao took the sunshade and saw that her wife was about to leave without any reluctance, and finally stopped: "Wait a minute."

She has finished watching the play here, but she can't let the person who brought her to the door go away.

Song Jiao is still satisfied with her wife's attitude towards the most hateful 3.0. See, Xu Jinchao is more friendly to herself, who is a 'stranger' at the moment, than to 3.0.

She asked, "Can you add a WeChat?"

Song Jiao knew that this software was almost a fast pass for Xu Jinchao's world, and people generally used it to contact friends.

But she only received an apologetic smile and shook her head in rejection. Xu Jinchao was obviously not going to exchange contact information with herself.

Song Jiao also laughed:

"Okay, then I want to ask, do you know how to get to Huacheng? I want to go to the headquarters of Wantong to find someone, she is very important to me."

From **** to heaven, it only takes a few seconds.

Xu Jinchao widened her eyes in astonishment. She stood like a fool and saw her little wife who had opened the sunshade smiling slyly at her, saving her from the cold purgatory.

God, this is really-

Xu Jinchao was about to complain loudly about the other party's bad jokes. She raised her arms and hugged her head, surprised and happy, she didn't know what to do for a while.

Song Jiao opened her QR code business card and asked again, "Add a WeChat?"

Xu Jinchao took out her mobile phone, her hand trembled while holding the body, and scanned the QR code. Only when the small WeChat window belonging to Song Jiao appeared on her screen did she finally have a real grasp of everything. feel.

She asked Song Jiao, "Are you hospitalized in this hospital?"

Song Jiao blinked at her: "It is said that I lay in bed for three years. I was in a vegetative state before, and I just woke up recently."

Xu Jinchao said: "It's too hot outside, be careful of heat stroke, let's go indoors."

Song Jiao asked confidently, "You push me."

Of course Xu Jinchao would do the same, not to mention pushing a wheelchair. Even if Jiaojiao asked her to pick the stars in the sky now, she would try her hardest.

She stepped forward immediately, pushed Song Jiao's wheelchair, and went up the **** to the ward building.

"Which floor is your ward on..."

The two left as if there was no one else around, and Xie Jun stood in the same place in the spare time, watching Xu Jinchao push the girl exactly like the one in the "Jiaojiao" painting and disappear at the door of the ward building.

Xie Jun was confused, but she knew that she and Xu Jinchao were completely over.

Her eyes hurt by the sunlight, and she lowered her head again.

When Xu Jinchao sent Song Jiao back to her convalescent ward, the nurses were anxious about her whereabouts.

Before the nurse could breathe a sigh of relief, Song Jiao announced, "I'm going to go through the discharge procedures and go to my girlfriend's house instead of staying in the hospital."

She said to the nurse: "Help me pack my luggage, clothes and supplies, and take them away later."

The nurse still wanted to mention Mr. Song, Song Jiao said, "He's going back to China in a week, right? I'll make it clear to him at that time. It's not your responsibility if there are any problems."

She showed an unprecedented tough attitude, and the nurse couldn't, so she had to help Song Jiao pack her suitcase.

Song Jiao's current physical condition is recovering very well, her physical signs are stable, she does not need medication, and there are no other problems except that it is difficult to walk for a long time.

After finishing the formalities, Xu Jinchao gave his mobile phone number to the nurse before leaving, so that people could rest assured.

She dragged up Song Jiao's suitcase, asked Song Jiao to wait in front of the building door, and drove over to pick him up.

Song Jiao was in a wheelchair because she wanted to sneak away from the hospital. She was so weak now that she had to sit down and take a rest after walking a few hundred meters, but it wasn't that she couldn't walk at all.

When Xu Jinchao's car went downstairs, Song Jiao stood up, pushed the wheelchair over by herself, and folded it neatly.

But she can't carry the wheelchair now. Xu Jinchao opened the trunk, got out of the car and put the wheelchair in. Song Jiao was already seated in the co-pilot like a mistress.

Carrying his lost and found wife to the house, there were many people in the hospital. Xu Jinchao controlled his emotions and did not try his best to ask Song Jiao questions.

Now that the two of them were in the small carriage, she couldn't bear it any longer, and she asked a lot of questions at once.

Of course Song Jiao understood how confused the other party was, and answered Xu Jinchao one by one.

The background of her body is very strange. Song Jiao has carefully checked these days. The address book and WeChat list on her mobile phone are empty. Except for her father, housekeeper, and the person in charge of various places to eat, drink, and play, there is no friend's number. is brand new.

It seems that his body has been studying and living in the country where his father works. There are no familiar people in the country, and he rarely returns. He was seriously injured while skiing and became a vegetative state, but he was suddenly sent back to China and was hospitalized in Guancheng Hospital to maintain his life.

Everything was abnormal. Song Jiao tried to contact the father on the list, but when she called across the ocean, the answerer was always the other party's secretary, telling her that the other party didn't have time to answer at work.

Song Jiao told Xu Jinchao what she found out, and she also expressed her guess: "This seems to be an identity specially prepared for me."

The traces of this 'Song Jiao' are too clean, so clean that they don't look like a living person, they are completely blank.

At first, Song Jiao remained vigilant, but the more she groped and investigated, the more she felt that she was not a real person at all.

Xu Jinchao realized what she meant, and took time to look at Song Jiao from the corner of his eye while driving.

Song Jiao asked her, "Your glands are still there, right?"

Hearing her ask this question, Xu Jinchao was a little surprised, she said, "Yes, but..."

In the world of "Jiaojiao", she can intuitively distinguish everyone's second gender, which seems to be an instinct.

But after seeing Song Jiao in reality, Xu Jinchao failed to identify the second gender, which is why she believed it after being fooled by Song Jiao at first.

Song Jiao said: "I guess, because my glands are also there. People in this world have no ABO gender, but if the world's will is to give us a good enough arrangement, it won't keep only my glands."

Therefore, even if Song Jiao also failed to identify Xu Jinchao's second gender, it is still guessed that Xu Jinchao still has information glands.

Song Jiao said slowly: "I think, maybe we won't be too affected by the boom. After all, there is no inhibitor here."

The will of the world, which the two of them scolded countless times, doesn't seem to be the big devil in the imagination, but it's... quite good.

Xu Jinchao was a little overwhelmed for a while, and after passing the traffic light intersection, he said after a while, "Now that you come to me, what will you do with your father?"

Song Jiao smiled: "If I guessed correctly, he will surprise me."

She said something meaningful, and Xu Jinchao quickly reacted: "You mean—"

That person, Mr. Song who is abroad, is probably Song Yikang who was sent here together.

Xu Jinchao said "that's great" several times, and felt joy for Song Jiao. She knew too well the feeling of being forced to be separated from her family. If this conjecture is true, there will be no regrets between them.

Xu Jinchao's house was on the 8th floor. She could hardly wait to bring Song Jiao up and ask her to see her home.

Song Jiao didn't tell Xu Jinchao that she had followed her for a long time in a state of soul, and had already seen the furnishings in her small house.

She remained tight-lipped about this. After all, Xu Jinchao watched the whole process with a broken jar and a broken mentality. If she wanted to tell it, the other party would definitely be too ashamed.

Song Jiao used 120% of her acting skills, pretending to be curious, driving around the living room in a wheelchair, and asking to see Xu Jinzhao's bedroom.

After visiting the bedroom, Song Jiao pretended to be ignorant and asked, "Where's the other room, is it a guest room?"

Of course she knew what was in that room, but now she knew what to ask.

Xu Jinchao said, "No, it's a collection room."

She had the intention to let Song Jiao take a look at the painting. Although she created it without the relevant memory, she really grasped the appearance and charm of Song Jiao at the beginning.

Looking at the "Jiaojiao" portrait before, Xu Jinchao's heart was filled with sadness, but now that Song Jiao is by his side, this portrait has become a lovely work that can be used as a treasure.

The image drawn on the top can quite intuitively show the demeanor of Omega at that stage, and it may make her Jiaojiao happy.

Xu Jinchao didn't know that Song Jiao had even seen her cry when she collapsed at the painting, so she excitedly took her to see it.

She opened the door with a mysterious face: "You can't guess what's inside."

Xu Jinchao's expression was so joyful, and Song Jiao, who knew the essence, thought it was funny at first, but when she thought of how her wife was crying and couldn't help herself, sour love lingered in her heart.

This is really her Xu Jinzao, she is willing to please herself at any time, she doesn't mention the ordeal she has experienced, and only shows her the most beautiful and happy side.

Song Jiao tried her best to match the suspense that her wife deliberately set up: "What is it, does it have to do with me? Open it up."

Xu Jinchao: "Ah, my beauty is smart."

She sounded like she was complimenting a child, turned the doorknob, and opened the door.

However, what surprised both of them was that the painting was still there, but the background and the dining table were left empty inside, and the smiling Omega with a knife behind the table was gone.

The canvas occupied by the portrait is filled with a background that blends perfectly with the existing part, and there is now only a dining table in the frame, with the daggers and forks on either side of the plate, and the glass window behind the person who used to be in the picture.

Without the 'Jiaojiao' shelter, the sun is pouring on the dining table. The closed window in the original painting is now open in the painting. It seems that the diner has put down the knife and fork and jumped out of the window to escape.

Xu Jinchao said after a long while: "...It wasn't like this before. Originally, this was your portrait."

She turned her head to explain to Song Jiao, and turned her eyes back to the painting.

Song Jiao was also looking at the painting of the disappearing protagonist, she smiled: "It's okay, I'm right here."

Contrast cannot go hand in hand with a lover's dialogue, and losing a portrait is nothing at all.

Her words attracted Xu Jinchao's attention, and Song Jiao asked briskly, "You must be willing to paint another picture for me, right?"

She was still sitting in a wheelchair and reached out to Xu Jinchao.

The last time she was in this room, she couldn't touch each other, couldn't wipe away her tears, told her that she was here, don't be sad, she couldn't go out with her hand in hand, so she had to deceive herself and pretend to be traveling together for fun.

Now, she can finally do whatever she wants.

Xu Jinchao held this little hand. Its temperature was a little strange now. It was no longer slightly colder than ordinary people's body temperature, but it made her even more happy.

"Your hands are so warm," she said.

Song Jiao replied, "No? I still feel your hands are hotter than mine."

Xu Jinchao said, "It's true."

The cold-blooded kitten that has always been distressing to her, finally has the temperature of an ordinary person. In the future, these little hands will climb her neck, shoulders, waist, and she will not feel like a little snake with a cool body wandering by.

Song Jiao stood up from the wheelchair with the strength of her hands.

This body has been lying down for three years, and her physical function has declined, but it is more than enough to support her and offer a kiss.

The tacit understanding between lovers made it unnecessary for them to communicate verbally. Xu Jinchao lowered his head and was hooked by her beauty.

After a seemingly short time, they kissed each other again, and they all cherished and loved each other solemnly.

This is how it feels when a treasure that was almost lost is returned to the palm of your hand. It must be touched softly, cherished and rubbed, and baptized with sincere love.

They had never kissed each other so softly before, because at that time there was an imaginary blade hanging in the air, and every kiss was impatient and full of despair at the end of the day.

When they are separated from the threat of permanent separation, the lovers discover that kissing can still be so lazy and casual.

After all, they still have a lot of time to squander, and their future is as long as eternity.

When the two were finally willing to end, Song Jiao buried her head in Xu Jinchao's neck.

She smelled the pheromone fragrance of Alpha's citrus and sea salt. This wonderful fragrance completely relieved her nerves and wanted to sink into the ocean of floating citrus.

Xu Jinchao also felt the aroma of peach escaping from the back of her neck in her hair. They were real, and they were sweet and enveloping around her.

But these ambiguous fragrance mist can no longer violently arouse excessive desire, causing her to lose control.

And like-

It's like a gentle gift from the world to them.

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The author has something to say:

Bring the villain's word of mouth to counterattack! ! !

PS: It’s almost over, and I’ll tell the truth. The author has not dared to read the comments for a month. At that time, the mentality pulls the hips, and the performance is even worse.

Chapter 68 I suddenly complimented my own words, just imagining the full screen of bad reviews and the encouragement I desperately gave to myself: I must hold on to the daily update!

After writing this chapter, I thought, grit my teeth, take a look at the comments, I'm sure not all accusing me of writing poorly, and there won't be so many readers with different opinions fighting.

So I stayed up late and flipped through the comment area for this month, only to find that they were praising me, expressing my characters, creating interesting stalks based on the plot, and the atmosphere was like a happy big group (this metaphor is a bit vulgar, but it really is !), the author is so excited that he can't sleep now.

Thank you very much. I actually don’t have much experience in writing, and I am not knowledgeable. There are obvious shortcomings. I can only write less than a thousand words in an hour.

When I saw the comment section, I was very shocked and grateful (I made up a lot of bad comments based on the parts that I thought I didn’t write well). Although I knew that my morality was not appropriate, I couldn’t help but be happy for the comments in the comment section.

Since I didn't dare to read the comments, I had to review the bugs myself during this period. There must be some omissions.

thank you all!