V2.Chapter 62

Of course, whether she will answer the letter or not is another matter.

"It's something I love. I don't care if I give it to my sister." However, her voice just fell here, and Liu Qianqian's expression over there became more and more delicate and pitiful, and tears filled her eyes. "My sister is so evasive, but I don't think that this hairpin has been around for a long time, and won't accept it?"

At the bottom of the flower eyes on the street suddenly a cold, carrying the body did not get up, "my sister takes me so sincere, how can I dislike this, but it is the hairpin meaning is too important, I really dare not accept."

From her point of view, the gold hairpin is really carved out. It looks like it has been washed with lead again. There is no sense of old and simple, but delicate and brand-new.

However, Liu Qianqian's sudden courtship, how can he have good intentions, therefore, on the street flower heart bottom directly to this hairpin sentenced to death.

Liu Qianqian eyes tears down the cheek, but do not go to wipe, let the tears flow all over his face, pear blossom with rain, evil spirit is pitiful, "if sister said so, it is not take sister as a family, I really, really good life sad."

The flower willow eyebrow on the street frowned lightly, and directly took the brocade handkerchief in Liu Qianqian's hand to wipe her tears for her, "why does your sister suffer like this? If someone else sees her, he thinks that her sister is in trouble, because a hairpin will cry like this."

Liu Qianqian Mou color is slightly stagnant, pause a few interest just burst into tears for a smile, "elder sister this meaning, is willing to accept? Great. Come on, sister. Take it

Say, then put the hairpin in the hand toward the hand of the stranger flower to plug.

I don't know whether or not, when the hairpin is about to touch the flower on the street, the hairpin sent by this flat suddenly tilts slightly in Liu Qianqian's hand, and the sharp end points to the back of the hand of the flower on the street.

On the street flower heart suddenly feel wrong, can't help but retreat two steps.

But did not think, one accidentally bumped into the table behind him, the table shaking, the hot tea placed on it immediately fell down, and fell into pieces on the ground.

The flowers on the street and Liu Qianqian both stepped back to the side, especially Liu Qianqian. She had seen the temperature of the hot tea. She was afraid that the splashed tea would scald her, and even retreated.

Did not expect, she this suddenly repeatedly retreats unexpectedly is accidentally bumped into own behind the servant girl.

"Ah With a cry of surprise, she fell on the ground together with her servant girl behind her, and the men holding the golden hairpin consciously supported the ground. However, because the hairpin was too long, she actually scratched a shallow bloodstain on her white and tender cheek.

Then, the wound with the naked eye speed, the edge of a rapid black, as if poisoning in general.

Liu Qianqian's face suddenly turned white. He threw the hairpin in his hand in a panic, and raised his hand to cover his face. He couldn't speak in panic.

The servant girl was too frightened to ask. She got up and knelt on the ground, shaking like chaff.

The flower on the street swept one eye on the black wound of Liu Qianqian, and suddenly suddenly suddenly sank in his heart.

That hairpin is poisonous!

It seems that Liu Qianqian just deliberately did that, just to kill her.

As soon as this idea is put into practice, the bottom of the flower eyes on the street will become cold, but it is replaced by strong worry in a flash, "sister, what's wrong with you? Why are you so careless? Get up and let me have a look."

Liu Qianqian's hand, covering his cheek, trembled slightly, and his eyes crossed with a deep hatred. The gentleness and weakness on his face were almost impossible to maintain because of anger.