Chapter 671

But anyway, as long as it doesn't affect his family, other people's affairs have nothing to do with him

"Don't think about it. It doesn't have to be Qin Xian."

This comforts Qiao Si, but Jing chihan has his own judgment in his heart. He is afraid that the missing person is not only Qin Xian. It has been three days, but now it must be more or less

Jing chehan is right. Qin Xian is not the only Secretary of the chief secretary. Maybe he is someone else.

I don't have to think too much here.

It was midnight when they arrived at home. Xiaotian and fufu had already gone to bed. Joss crept to fufu's room to have a look at his sleeping son. He leaned forward slightly and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Fufu pursed her lips in her sleep, as if she was having a dream.

Jing zhehan is behind Jos, his hands encircle her shoulders and take her to his arms.

No matter how the world changes, as long as she and her son in their own side, that is the most just happiness.

On the other side, after separating from her colleagues, Chen Xin drove rapidly on the road, while Luo Xinlei was lying in the co driver's seat, dazed, with her big eyes tightly closed, her eyelashes long and shaking slightly.

Her forehead was full of sweat, like a nightmare, which haunted her all the time.

When she was young, she sat alone on the swing of the orphanage, and there was no one around her. Countless people took her back and forth, but finally abandoned her.

Repeatedly countless times, let her never dare to open her heart, because she did not know in front of waiting for her is how much disappointment.

"Don't --" struggling to wake up from sleep, a drop of crystal clear tears between the eyes dropped down along the cheek.

"What's the matter with you? Are you all right? "

Chen Xin glanced at her and frowned, "nightmare? It's OK. Just don't take it seriously. "

Simple words, trying to comfort her confusion and uneasiness at the moment.

Luo Xinlei sighed slightly, raised her hand to wipe the tears on her face. When she opened her eyes again, there was no wave in her eyes.

"Do you want to know? My old story? "

Chen Xin shook his head, everyone has his own past, and he does not like interference, those memories of the past are an inalienable part of a person.

So he respected what had happened in the past and accepted everything that might exist.

Luo Xinlei smiles a little, just says those past stories to herself.

Of course, the part she said has long deviated from the real facts, and these are really stories, in order to win Chen Xin's sympathy.

When her father died, her mother remarried, and her stepfather abused her, the scenes that existed in TV dramas appeared in Luo Xinlei's mouth.

"- and then, over the years, I was alone. No one came to see me off or pick me up when I went abroad or returned home... "

When it comes to the last sentence, she has already sobbed, big tears overflow from her eyes, and her beautiful eyebrows are wrinkled.

The car suddenly stopped at the side of the road, Chen Xin turned his body, a pair of eyes carefully staring at the girl next to him, those words directly hit his heart.

He didn't expect that the girl, who has always been cheerful, had so many burdens on her back.

Heart for no reason to shrink a few points, sympathy and heartache will completely drown themselves.

"Don't cry, I will take good care of you in the future..."

The man gently wiped the girl's cheek, his eyes showed a touch of emotion, he stretched out his hand to pull the girl to his arms, want to use his body temperature at this time to warm her heart cold.

The girl leaning in his arms has an innocent appearance like a little white rabbit, but at this time, the corner of her mouth turns into a strange arc, looking extremely cold and heartless

In the bar on the left, a woman in a mink shawl is sitting on a leather sofa. The transparent crystal goblet in her hand reflects colorful light under the neon light.

Her lazy posture shows a touch of sexy. Some men nearby want to get close to her, but because of her indifference and disgust in her eyes, they keep a proper distance. No one has crossed the Leichi step.

Fu Chen came far away, white shirt with dark casual pants, clearly very simple dress, in his body is particularly suitable and handsome.

Sleeves slightly up, he sat to Mu Peihan's side, there is a distance between the two people.

There is a whole wine tower on the table. The red color of Bloody Mary flows like blood in the whole wine tower.

Fu Chen took down a small cup from the top of the tower, looked up and drank it down, but his face was very sad. He seemed to be immersed in some inexplicable emotion and couldn't get out.

"Do you know why I like bloody mary?"

The ethereal female voice calls back his thoughts. He looks at the woman next to him, with a faint curiosity in his eyes, waiting for her to continue.

The woman took down a cup of Bloody Mary from the wine tower. Her white fingers turned the glass glass. The wine revolved around the glass wall. The bright red color remained on the glass wall, reflecting the light, showing a strange red.

"It is said that there was once a woman who was extraordinarily beautiful. When she was 18 years old, she met the man she loved most in her life. After that man left, the woman was depressed all day long. It was not until the housekeeper chose the blood of a young woman to brush her body and wash her face that she returned to her beautiful face. From that day on, the woman bathed in the blood of her youth, Always young and beautiful... "

Fu Chen listens to her words and looks at the Bloody Mary in the cup, but he can't help feeling like vomiting.

The woman looked at his pale face, and the faint voice sounded again, "Bloody Mary, represents giving her soul to the devil in exchange for what she wants most. Desire is the most harmful thing to others and herself."

In fact, she likes Bloody Mary, very simple, too close to reality, and she is the one who exchanges terms with the devil.

She had already given her soul to x, so she had no choice, no way back, no way back.

"This story is too bloody. I feel sick when I hear it..."

Fu Chen frowned. He really didn't know the origin of Bloody Mary. There was such a story. Otherwise, he might not have touched Bloody Mary for a long time.

"Ha ha, is master Fu Chen so timid? By the way, last time you said you wanted to be quiet, why? Is this time over? "