You Are My Unforgettable Love

Song Yuanxi's voice was lowered in vain, so that the following sentence could not be heard.

Qiao Lian's eyes narrowed, and she hurried forward, holding her wrist in a hand, "What did you say? You made it clear. What do you hate me? Who killed me?"

it is as expected!

She had felt strange before.

If Song Yuanxi's sister is Shen Liangchuan's first love, then she doesn't want Shen Liangchuan to be with her for sure, but she hates her, but not!

How much animosity can you want to give birth control pills to a woman for life?

At this moment, she heard the three words that killed her, and she understood.

She really has a huge hatred with Song Yuanxi.

She clenched her fists.

Suddenly thought that Shen Liangchuan once said that Song Yuanxi was the sister of an old man.

Old man ...

This old man must be very important for Shen Liangchuan.

Isn't that because of this reason, Shen Liangchuan hated her, so on that date eight years ago, he didn't come ...

They met again eight years later. He clearly knew that he was Xiao Qiao, but he did not recognize him. Even when he was just married, he still had an inexplicable hatred for himself ...

All these things are strung together, as if the fog in her mind is completely opened!

But who can she kill?

Eight years ago, she was an eighteen-year-old girl.

How could she have killed someone without doing anything?

She wanted to ask clearly.

But at the moment Song Yuanxi has collapsed.

The moment Qiao Lian held her wrist, she jumped up in panic, like a surprise, and screamed, "Ah, let me go, let me go ..."

"Ah, so much blood!"

"Brother Liangchuan, I didn't mean it ... wow ..."

"Brother Liangchuan, do you particularly hate me ..."

"Blood, walk away, don't run to me!"

After these words, she shoved Qiao Lian vigorously and rushed directly to the bathroom.

I opened the faucet and scrubbed my fingers vigorously.

"Blood, I want to wash it ... wash it, this is not Liangliang's blood ..."

She was scrubbing vigorously there, and Qiao Lian stood in the living room and looked at her.

The whole person's mind is already a little rippling.

At this moment, Song Yuanxi is no longer the Song Yuanxi who hates to kill her.

Her downfall, her appearance, reveal a bit of sadness ...

Xia Nuannon heard the exclamation and rushed in to see such a scene.

She hurried to the bathroom. "Miss Song, what's wrong with you?"

"Blood, a lot of blood!" Song Yuanxi washes his hands very rudely.

At this time, Qiao Lian only saw that her hands might be washed a lot and her skin became abnormal.

Xia Nuanhan hurriedly reached out his hand, and said softly, "Don't worry, I'll help you wash."

When Song Yuanxi heard this, she glanced at her, and her eyes calmed down slowly ...

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Finally soothed Song Yuanxi, Xia Nuannuan sent Qiao Lian out.

She sighed: "Ms. Song is like this. She usually looks normal, but she has to wash her hands many times a day. Her hands are inflamed because of scrubbing."

It was because she never thought about hurting Liangliangchuan, so she received the excitement of this matter.

Qiao Lian sighed and suddenly received a call from the club. Su Penghao's tone was anxious: "Coach Qiao, can you come over right away?"