Chapter 393

Wen churan also raised a smile and suddenly had a sense of seeing old friends.

"Long time no see... Fake..."

The woman seems to mind that she calls herself "you can call me Xia Qian."

"How did you get my soul?"

In fact, from the moment he saw the fake, Wen churan knew that not only his body, but also his soul had fallen into the hands of perverts.

As for what happened in this short day, she was really curious.

Xia Qian's eyes flashed a trace of surprise, because it was impossible for any normal person to ask such a question under such circumstances.

But Wen churan was so calm that he didn't panic at all.

She did not hide it, and answered very frankly, "there is a person who can absorb souls around you. Naturally, there are people around us."

We?

Wen churan asked, "who do you mean by 'we'?"

Xia Qian put on an expression that you think I'm stupid.

"You want to set me up? It's not that easy... You'd better not ask anything and just stay here. "

She finished her warning and was about to turn away.

Wen churan quickly stopped her, picked up the picture on the dresser and asked, "who is this?"

Xia Qian took a look, his look changed slightly, but he soon returned to normal. "Don't you even know yourself?"

Wen churan said with a disdainful smile, "do you really think I'm stupid? I've never taken such a picture! Is this you? "

After listening to her words, Xia Qian smiled, "Wen churan, do you still say you're not stupid? I've been cosmetic surgery since a few years ago. How can I look like you were a teenager? "

She glanced at the picture and said slowly, "that should be... When you were sixteen or seventeen, when... You were in high school?"

Knowing that Xia Qian would not tell her more things, Wen churan simply stopped asking questions and put down the photos in his hand.

After Xia Qian left, she got up and ate all the food in the head cabinet.

You can't starve to death yet!

Since the pervert tried to get her, she always had a chance to see him.

What she is most worried about now is Sheng Shimo.

It must be crazy to know she's gone

After dinner, I glanced at the electronic clock hanging on the wall. It was already 8 p.m.

Wen churan lay in bed and did nothing. He took all the photos originally placed on the dresser and observed them in his hand, hoping to find a trace through these photos.

The girl in the photo is wearing an old long skirt that has been washed to fade. She is standing in the bright sun. The skirt corners are blown by the breeze, and her ink hair is flying with the wind.

Although the smile on the camera is a little shy, it is still brighter and dazzling than the sun.

This is really what she was as a teenager. There is no difference.

Green and simple, clear eyes, without any impurities, smiling wantonly all the time, as if the smile could melt all the ice in the world.

This is her, but she doesn't remember taking such a picture.

Can I say... I really lost a memory?

When I was 17 years old, I was struggling to marry Sheng Shimo. I buried myself in study just to be qualified to be with him.

Unknowingly, Wen churan fell asleep.

Half asleep and half awake, she felt a pair of hands touching her cheeks.

The man's hands were cold, but his movements were very gentle.

She opened her eyes violently and was completely awakened.

In the darkness, she seemed to see a slender figure standing by the bed.

Wen churan was startled by the strange situation and reached out to turn on the light.