Twelve aristocrats

"You admit that she is Xiao Ruo!"

"Huh! It's okay to tell you, she has lost her memory! If you want her to recover her memory, you can do it, but the premise is that you want her to die!" After finishing speaking, he put a list similar to the case on the table and walked away. .

"What do you mean!"

Bei Yinzhe's tone became more and more indifferent, almost as if the air was about to condense, his pink eyes were gradually fading, he looked angrily at his back as he turned away, walked quickly to the table, and picked up the list to read.

Bei Yinzhe swept across the list lightly, and immediately tore it to pieces. His crimson eyes were as enchanting as bloodthirsty Bana flowers, and he clenched his fists tightly, and smashed it on the glass table.

The glass table was shattered in an instant, and blood stained the bright broken glass all over the place, but Bei Yinzhe clenched his fists tightly as if he didn't feel the pain at all, and let the blood flow continuously, his body trembling slightly.

This is impossible! !impossible! ! !It's impossible for Xiao Ruo to become like this! !Then he closed his eyes in pain and struggled for a while, the crimson eyes instantly changed back to their original state, and walked upstairs.

Go to An Zichun's room. . . . . .

In a brightly lit room.

The girl stood by the window, staring at the starry sky, when did she become so sad!

The door was not closed, but was gently closed, so Bei Yinzhe opened it with a push.

Bei Yinzhe looked at the girl standing in front of the window, her heart beat uncontrollably, she was still the same, when she was quiet, her heart beat.

"Xiao Ruo..."

A familiar voice sounded next to his ears. The name sounded very nice. At some point, An Zichun had a feeling that he wished that the person he called was himself.

Looking back, Yan Ran saw Bei Yinzhe, who was tall and tall, standing at the door, as if he wanted to say something but didn't say it.

An Zichun stared at him blankly, and soon his eyes fell on his hands, which were blood red.

"Your hand... what's wrong?" An Zichun ran over nervously, and held his injured hand, his eyes full of distress.

"As long as Xiao Ruo still cares about me, what does this matter!" Bei Yinzhe's voice was emotionless, seemingly helpless, yet at the same time. . .

"There's something wrong with your brain! You hurt yourself within a short while of me!" I almost forgot, he had something wrong with his brain!

As he spoke, An Zichun pulled Bei Yinzhe into the room, took out the medicine box from the cabinet, and bandaged Bei Yinzhe who was sitting on the bed.

Bei Yinzhe just looked at her like this, and for some reason, couldn't help but say such a sentence: "Xiao Ruo, you will remember me, right?"

An Zichun ignored him, probably out of his mind again.

Almost wrapped.An Zichun also tied a beautiful bow on Bei Yinzhe's hand.

"Okay! Ugh!"

As soon as An Zichun raised his eyes, he met Bei Yinzhe's water-like eyes, and he was so adorable.

An Zichun actually had the evil thought of wanting to pounce on him again.

You said that it's okay to take advantage of his inconvenient hands and use the opportunity to refuel, right?

(Sugar: It's related! It's related! Zhe is still a pure and beautiful boy, and you still want to be dirty. Before he finished speaking, he was kicked by a certain Zhe: I'm willing to let her Kai!)

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Sugar: Wow ha ha ha! !I like this little Ruo! !Do you like it? ? ?You can leave a message in the comment area! !