Chapter 170

Shen Yuqing suddenly began to laugh in a low voice, laughing more pathetic than crying, almost whispering: "I don't know, you don't know, no one knows."

Sikonghao only looked at her sad appearance and knew that it was hurt. Oh If it's emotional injury, it's not easy to do. For a while and a half, if you are immersed in the past, there's no way to send people to an Yanmo.

However, as soon as he got up to leave, he saw that an Yanmo, whom he had been thinking about, didn't know when he had come down. He stood by and looked at the woman who was drinking. It seemed that he couldn't pull it out.

"You..."

An Yanmo opened his mouth and said a word. His voice was hoarse, and even the veins on his hand back were about to burst out. Sikong Hao was surprised. Unexpectedly, an Yanmo, who had never been happy and angry, did this for a strange woman.

Shen Yuqing seems to hear an Yanmo's voice. She suddenly raises her head and seems to see an Yanmo's figure standing in front of her, but how can it be? She knows that an Yanmo has been missing for a long time. It's just her hallucination after she was drunk. It's just that the hallucination is so beautiful that people dare not touch and speak, for fear that everything will disappear with her next action.

She just looked at an Yanmo in front of her. For a long time, for a long time, until her face was full of tears, she finally couldn't help asking him, "where have you been?"

"I can't find you!"

Shen Yuqing always thought that if she could see an Yanmo one day, she must ask him why he left in silence and why he never came back. But now she suddenly didn't want to know, and all the unprecedented Wei Qu came up.

But she kept her eyes open and did not blink even though tears raged on her face.

Sikong Hao only thought that this was a woman who was lovelorn or married and suddenly recognized the wrong person, so he would say such words to an Yanmo. But what he didn't expect was that an Yanmo also whispered and said: "I'm back."

What the hell? Is this a pattern that he doesn't know?

An Yanmo bowed his head to the puzzled sikonghao and said, "go back first!"

Sikong Hao suddenly realized that he gave a thumbs up to an Yanmo. That's a new way to pick up girls, isn't it? You see the opposite little beauty, moved by the difference to rush up, the effect is very good.

An Yanmo also disdains to explain, or he can't explain clearly now.

Don't want to disturb the happy life of good friends, Sikong Hao didn't hesitate to get up and go.

Shen Yuqing didn't notice the difference of the people in front of her. She put all her attention on one person.

"Don't cry."

An Yanmo takes the initiative to put his hand around Shen Yuqing.

This kind of warm and real touch makes Shen Yuqing's dizzy brain even more confused about whether it is a dream or a real one. She only knows that now, at this moment, an Yanmo is back.

An Yanmo holds her.

An Yanmo is talking to her.

Shen Yuqing's face is closely attached to an Yanmo's belly, and her hands are holding an Yanmo's clothes, as if she would disappear if she didn't pay attention to people.

"An Yanmo, are you still going?"

Shen Yuqing did not dare to ask him where he had gone, but only whether he would go.

An Yanmo doesn't know why he feels very uncomfortable in his heart.

When he looked at the woman in his arms crying, he even felt that it was all his fault, but the most important thing was that he heard the woman's name, which was the same as his name.

The sealed memory seems to have been forced to open a gap, leaking bit by bit.

An Yanmo holds Shen Yuqing very hard in his hand. Yes, he remembers. He only remembers his name when he wakes up, but now he remembers another person, another figure that has been lingering in his mind for a long time, and the name that he will love every time.

"It's sunny."

Shen Yuqing holds an Yanmo in her arms and doesn't hear his almost whispering response.

Or even if she heard it, she might not care. When she finally got drunk, she saw an Yanmo. He was the same as before. No, he was more handsome, mature and charming than before.

"I'm not going."

When Shen Yuqing heard what an Yanmo said in her ear, she felt sour and sweet. Her fingers tightly grasped an Yanmo's clothes, afraid that he would disappear in the blink of an eye.

"Really?" As she asked, she leaned against an Yanmo and stood up slowly. As if she was afraid of getting an answer, she suddenly said, "it doesn't matter. Can I go with you?"

An Yanmo, holding her up, rubbed her fingers on her face and said, "good"

really, great. For the first time in such a long time, an Yanmo felt that he was a complete person, and he found the other half he had lost all along.Shen Yuqing stumbles to her feet and pulls her arms tightly on an Yanmo. Her brain is very confused now, but she still remembers the key words.

So I followed Ann Yanmo closely and agreed to take her away.

The bartender watched a boss leave with the drunk woman, blinking as if he didn't find anything. Curiosity is curiosity, but he still knows who pays him.

To the outside, a cold wind, Shen Yuqing dull to find a bit of reason, she lenglengleng released her hand, looking at the people standing around.

The silhouette of the side face of the shirt with smoke gray and dark lines can directly depict the other half of the face hidden in the dark, which is an Yanmo.

She was incomparably sure that it was not a dream or an illusion, even the coolness of the night wind was very clear and real. How could it be an illusion?

"Get in the car!" An Yanmo suddenly took her hand and said, "let's go back."

Shen Yuqing didn't say a word, because she didn't understand what was going on. After all, she was not drunk once or twice. Why did she see an Yanmo when she was drunk this time.

Although she was sure that it was not an illusion, not all other illusions, she was caught off guard by the fact that things happened too fast, or that happiness came too suddenly, so she was even slower than when she was drunk just now.

An Yanmo found her abnormality. After all, Shen Yuqing was still crying in his arms just now, and he was dragging his sleeve pitifully. But now he is sitting quietly in the co pilot's seat, like a well placed doll, without any reaction.