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Chapter 519 The Stinging Fact

The person who was moving slowly hesitated immediately after hearing this sentence.

"Now in the past, will it cause trouble for others?"

"Her house is at least safer than here," Qilan dragged him forward with all his heart, "If those bad guys come back again, how can we have the energy to jump into the well again?"

Although there may be various unknown variables in going to see Xiaomei at this moment, Zhang Wenxuan feels very ashamed when he thinks that he has troubled his good friend.

The torment in the well was very cruel.

I was suffocated due to lack of oxygen, and had to endure the physical and mental pain caused by soaking in cold water.

If it wasn't for Qilan's amazing perseverance to cling to the life-saving rope and bucket, they might have sunk to the bottom of the well.

Like those who died accidentally, they struggled to die and slowly turned into skeletons.

He gave in, and said every word carefully:
"Let's not stay long, shall we?"

Qilan raised his hand to help him straighten his hair and clothes, with a wry smile on his lips:
"Of course, just take a look at the door and leave."

There was a certain emotion suppressed in the boy's eyes, but he couldn't tell the difference because he didn't wear glasses.

They walked along the alley for about half an hour, and familiar bamboos and houses appeared in front of them.

Qilan couldn't help but look at his watch, it was one o'clock in the morning.

"Strange, it's so late, Miss Xiaomei still not resting?"

Zhang Wenxuan stared at the window with his eyes wide open, his tone a little disturbed:

"Xiao Lan, your eyes are good, it seems that the curtains have been replaced with white ones?"

The light in the bedroom on the second floor was a bit dazzling, and the white curtains were illuminated with a layer of orange.And last time he came, it was indeed pink.

"Brother Zhang, I have a bad feeling. Knock on the door!"

After knocking on the door three times, the face of an old woman appeared by the window.

Her voice was hoarse, "You guys are here. Great!"

Not only was Shi Ma's eyes red and swollen, she looked haggard, and her hair, which had been neatly combed in the past, was all loose.

With trembling hands, he opened the door and let the two young men enter.

"What happened?"

As soon as Qilan asked a question, Zhang Wenxuan who was next to him staggered and ran towards the stairs.

In a hurry, he didn't even look back after losing one of his leather shoes.

"Boom! Boom!"

The door knocked several times, but there was no movement inside.

Shi Ma took Qilan upstairs and shouted loudly as she walked:

"Miss, don't be sad, your friends are here!"

After a slight sound, the door opened.

Xiaomei recognized the person standing in front of her at a glance, and two lines of tears instantly fell from her bright eyes.

She tried her best to smile, and there was a hint of pink on her porcelain-like cheeks.

"Why are you still here? Didn't you say you're leaving?"

Zhang Wenxuan's whole body was wet and cold.I never thought that I would appear in front of a girl with such a distressed and desolate image.

He was a little embarrassed, uneasy, and didn't know how to say something in his heart.

However, in Xiaomei's eyes, it makes no difference whether the person she loves wears a pompous white coat, a western style suit or a chic gown, or a pile of tattered rags.

She only wants him to be good, and stay away from all calculations and harm.

Mama Shi quietly turned her face away, raised her veined hand and wiped her tears over and over again.

Zhang Wenxuan's heart skipped a beat, and just as he was about to ask, he was dragged aside by the young man.

"Xiao Lan, why are they all crying?"

It doesn't matter if this question is asked, Qilan dare not speak casually anymore.

In the morning, he learned two amazing secrets from Dean Dong's office.

Xiaomei's marriage and Yuexian's tragic death were both the result of manipulation behind the scenes.

What's even more frightening is that these two events seem to be irreconcilable, but they are actually inextricably linked.

Picking out any one alone is enough to blow up Zhang Wenxuan's body.

There was silence in the bedroom, and silence was worth a thousand words.

Xiaomei sent Qilan away from the small garden of the hospital and was taken to her uncle's office.

After going through a series of steps, she finally saw the mysterious man after three years.

It can be seen that in order to make a good impression on this young woman, he specially let a master take care of his beard and hairstyle, making him look at least five years younger than his actual age.

The military uniform is spotless, every button, down to the leather boots on the feet, are polished to sparkle.

"Did you promise?"

She nodded as a response.

"Very good," the other party's mouth curled up, with a half-smile, "I hope it wasn't forced. Hong hates being forced by others."

He raised the teacup he had just drank, and Dean Dong respectfully brought a purple sand teapot.

After drinking the second cup of tea, the young officer leading the way quietly left.

The dean was sensitive to the visitor's intentions, and retreated tactfully.

In such a huge room, only Xiaomei was left to deal with it.

The man didn't care about her indifference.Leaning on the sofa, he took out a ring from his pocket, and motioned the girl to sit beside him with his eyes.

A pair of eagle eyes stared at her.The threat that emerges from it is like a sharp knife piercing the heart.

Thinking of this man's meticulous thinking and ruthless methods, she had no choice but to hold back her anger.

The gemstones on the ring were dazzling, and the slender fingers felt a dull pain from the pressure.
I don't remember what he said in my ear, nor what expression he had when he left.

Xiaomei struggled back home in a daze, locked herself in her room, and neither ate nor drank.

Shi Ma couldn't help, and persuasion was useless, so she could only cry and worry.Stayed at the door until midnight, and didn't go downstairs to check until I heard a knock on the door.

The arrival of Qilan and Zhang Wenxuan gave the old servant hope.

At least with them here, Xiaomei can feel better, eat and drink a little, so as not to starve to death.

The three young men were carefully taking care of each other's emotions, and no one dared to speak rashly.

In the end, Shima, who was on the sidelines, broke the silence:

"I'll go downstairs to cook a pot of porridge and stir-fry some side dishes."

"It's rare for everyone to get together, so let's talk about what's in our hearts. I don't know when we will meet next time."

After Shi's mother got into the kitchen and went to work, Xiaomei stepped forward and met Zhang Wenxuan's eyes.

Qilan was stunned for a moment.

The last time he and Chen Xing happened to witness her hugging Zhang Wenxuan to say goodbye at the door, the memory was still fresh.

This time they were even closer than last time.The next step will of course be some need to avoid the frame.

The boy was so frightened that he quickly retreated to the side of the stairs:

"I'll go to the kitchen to help. Mama Shi is working too hard by herself."

"No, Xiao Lan can't leave, you two should come in and listen together!"

The bedroom door closed softly.

Xiaomei suddenly turned off the lights and put down the curtains.

It was pitch black all around.When the curtain is closed, not even a little moonlight can come in.

No one could see anyone's face clearly in the dark.

"Brother Wenxuan, do you hate my uncle?"

Her voice was slow, revealing a kind of helpless desolation.

I didn't expect Xiaomei to start in this way.

Could it be that she also knew the inside story of Yuexian's death?
Qilan broke out in a cold sweat, and his whole heart hung up.

"The dean is kind to me, why should I hate him?"

Zhang Wenxuan's tone was surprisingly calm.

"In front of Xiaolan, I dare to tell you now that Miss Tang died in our hospital, not in my car."

"Are you telling the truth?!"

The blood all over his body seemed to stagnate at that moment, and he covered his ears uncontrollably.I can't believe it, and I don't want to believe it.

(End of this chapter)