Chapter 174

"No, it doesn't belong to me."

The woman turned her head slightly and suddenly chuckled. For Qiao Yunuo, she was just a caretaker in St. at most, she was an officer, not even a shareholder.

The company is, so is the emotional thing.

No one is exclusive to who. In the past, she can be the fiancee of Qi Yanshang, and later she can also become the wife of chuhuai.

No one can change her choice.

When a woman really no longer loves you, what you give her is just a burden and shackles.

……

"I thought you wouldn't go again if you came back."

After returning to the office, when shallow curled his lips, Yin Qinghuan heard some complaints.

Well, it's complaining, but it's not her, it's the people who make her unwilling to stay here.

"It's not mine. I'm tired."

Yin Qinghuan leaned back on the chair in a languid manner. The light was shining on her through the window. She closed her eyes and thought about all kinds of things over the years.

People from all over the company said that Qiao Yunuo is a strong woman and has a strong sense of enterprise. But let her say it herself. It's not the case.

She is so strong, but she wants to have the ability and capital to become Qi Yan Shang's wife, that's all.

But now, really should that sentence, women should not take love as everything, also do not take men seriously.

When I look at her like this, my heart is naturally distressed, but

"Tired or want to escape, do you know?"

Listening to a Qian's question, Yin Qinghuan's lips sparked a smile arc instead, still closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. His tone was very light and light. It came from a long time: "I have made a choice to avoid what."

Choosing Chu Huai, she felt that she was facing the reality.

But there are people who are trying to make the past over again.

"Well, then you really I don't like it any more? "

When shallow originally did not want to ask this word to export, knew that is stab, but must face eventually.

"Love?"

The woman slowly opened her eyes and reached out to block the dazzling light. The golden sunlight penetrated through her fingers. She gazed at the light, and her crimson lips drew a smile of self mockery.

"I've been thinking about Have I ever loved him? "

The voice of murmuring is very light and thin, but it still falls into the shallow ear of time exactly.

When shallow twist eyebrow, do not understand what she means.

Don't you love me? What is ten years?

"Ah Qian, when do you think I began to like Qi Yan Shang?"

“……”

Shi shallow: this question, ask her?

"I remember you told me it was your mother's funeral that night You were left alone in the cemetery and almost died of freezing. It was Qi Yanshang who found you and kept you for one night, and recovered the relics left by your mother. "

Listening to the past, Yin Qinghuan looks at the city scene outside the window, and the warm smile on the corner of his lips is gradually replaced by bitterness.

Look, she only told Shi Qian about this once before. Ah Qian remembers it clearly.

And that person, I'm afraid I'll forget it.

"Yes, I've been dreaming these days, dreaming about that night."

Recalling the dream of these days, Yin Qinghuan can not say, is very strange.

Clearly is the same picture as in the memory, but that person, that has been guarding her, holding her, drawing warmth from each other, is so vague.

It was so vague that she once doubted that the man was not Qi Yan Shang.

"You said, if the person who found me that night was not Qi Yanshang, would I still like him later? What I like is just the memory of the person who can give me warmth

If not Qi Yan Shang

Oh, it's him who taught her the heart, then to the heartache, and finally to the death of the heart.

"I think I just like him that night."

Maybe it's the same for someone else.

She frowned and thought of something. She said, "so Is Chu Huai the one who can give you warmth again? "

Is this the reason why Qinghuan chose chuhuai?

In response to her, there was a long silence.

For a long time, the man drew the curtain to block the warm sun outside the window, and the room was suddenly dark.

Yin Qinghuan replied, "no, there is no more that person."

Long gone with the dead giovino.

In the office, once again fell into silent silence.

Until the vibration of the mobile phone broke the silence.

It's a phone call from the prison, saying that in three hours' time, the family members will go to the morgue and take away the body of the criminal.Yin Qinghuan suddenly bit his lip and heard the two words of the corpse. He did not know when the palms had exuded sweat.

Finally, it came.

The death penalty has been carried out, and arrangements have been made in chuhuai.

Her hands were shaking as she hung up.

When shallow notice, ask a sentence how, wait for Yin Qing Huan to return to her, the door of the office is pushed open suddenly.

The man who broke in was Chu Huai.

He came running, panting heavily.

"I just wanted to call you..."

However, without waiting for Yin Qinghuan to finish speaking, chuhuai had already walked quickly to her, and the letter opened in her hand was handed to her.

The woman frowned. Didn't the letter go back to the room?

Chuhuai took it away and took it apart.

"I think you should read this letter."

Man's breath is not stable, his face can not see good or bad.

Yin Qinghuan did not answer, Yu Guang glared at the side of his eyes. He didn't know what to say. His tone was warm or not. "Is it for me?"

Judging from Chu Huai's hurry, it seems that there is something important in the letter.

"No," chuhuai held his breath and, after two seconds of silence, lifted his lips -

"it's for Qiao Yunuo."

A letter to giovano.

A letter from Yin xiangze to Qiao Yunuo.

A letter that will never be sent out or responded to.

……

At the same time, there was no light in the dark prison room.

Yin xiangze lies flat on the bed, looking at the dim lights flickering. The voice of law enforcement officials is in his ear, but he can't hear what they are saying.

Time has come, not a moment, not a second.

The needle went into his vein, but a few grams of thiopental were enough to make him lose consciousness in a minute.

And how long is the last minute of life.

He doesn't know.

The light in front of him turned into a treacherous light. His breath gradually slowed down and closed his eyes. What he saw in his mind was a cold winter night in an empty cemetery.

The girl was frozen, huddled together and cowered behind the tombstone