Fast time travel game: Hugging the waist of the male god

Chapter 880 Beautiful Writer vs. Former President (33)

"Yin Zhongwei..."

Xia Wanzhu whispered her name, and suddenly a fragment of memory flashed across her mind, like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon, enduring the pain of peeling off her flesh and bones.

It was an inexplicable hatred in the severe pain, which surged like sea water, almost making Xia Wanzhu unable to breathe.

I have a terrible headache.

There were a few double images of Yin Zhongwei in front of him, and the whole corridor seemed to be spinning. Xia Wanzhu saw a vicious smile in Yin Zhongwei's eyes, and then stepped on high heels and walked away.

Xia Wanzhu leaned against the wall, panting heavily, his body was as if soaked by sea water, exhausted all over.

"Daddy, Mommy is here!" Tangtang's voice came from afar.

Xia Wanzhu raised her heavy eyelids, trying to look over at Qin Mohan, but saw him striding towards her.

The next moment, she fell into the firm embrace of the man.

"What happened?" Qin Mohan's deep eyes were full of concern.

Xia Wanzhu shook her head, she held Qin Mohan's hand tightly, and put the business card that Yin Zhongwei gave her into his palm.

"Do you know this person?" Inexplicably, she felt that Qin Mohan had an unusual relationship with that woman.

Looking at the words on the business card, a cold light flashed in Qin Mohan's eyes, "Yin Zhongwei, my ex-fiancee, I broke off the engagement with her three years ago, and she came to you again?"

"No wonder, so she is your ex-fiancee." Xia Wanzhu smiled wryly, obviously the original owner had this person in her memory, why couldn't she recognize him?
"Qin..." She was about to say something, but felt a burst of darkness, and finally, she passed out.

The only thing left in her ear was the man anxiously calling her name.

In the dream, everything seems to be so dark and heavy.

Xia Wanzhu felt that she was locked in a dark room, with bare walls on all sides, and only a flash of iron windows for air to pass through.

Above her head was an old-fashioned incandescent lamp emitting a pale light, and she was locked in this room, not knowing day or night, but this lamp kept on tirelessly.

There was no food, no water, and it seemed even more difficult to fall asleep. The lamp was always tormenting her nerves.

She wanted to hit the wall and scratch the wall with her nails, but every time this kind of masochistic behavior appeared, someone would stop her.

She was almost going crazy.

Dreams are so painful, the yellow wall is pale under the light, like the face of a dead person, she is afraid, but no one comes to save her.

"Qin Mohan, save me, save me, I don't want to die here."

She cried out in pain, cried, and kept shrinking towards the corner of the wall.

"Little thing, don't be afraid, I'm by your side." Qin Mohan looked at Xia Wanzhu who had frequent nightmares on the bed, hugged her into his arms distressedly, stroked her hair with his big hands, and kissed her densely. On the top of the hair, "Don't cry, it's okay."

Xia Wanzhu curled up in his arms and cried like a wounded animal. When she opened her eyes and saw Qin Mohan's handsome face filled with pity, she threw herself into his arms and cried loudly.

That dream seemed to be more than just a dream, but a dusty fact.

And Yin Zhongwei was the key that completely opened her nightmare.

The moment Xia Wanzhu woke up, she heard the familiar voice in her dream.

"How long has she lasted?" the woman asked.

"Dr. Yin, today is the fifth day. I think she is about to collapse like this. Your plan can be implemented."

The woman snorted coldly, "Xia Wanzhu, since I can't get Qin Mohan, don't you either!"

(End of this chapter)