I miss you at dawn

Qin Shuyao was refreshed, perhaps because she had just been injected with the medicine, her spirits were higher than usual, and her behaviors were bolder.

All the way out of the manor in apprehension, Wei Yancheng's ups and downs didn't really return to his stomach.

Suddenly, he stopped her from moving forward, and she could still see the shadow of uneasiness in the frown, "Yaoyao, you went out with Mingyan just now... what did you do?"

She pursed her lips, blinked her bright eyes, and said, "Can I not ask?"

"No." Wei Yancheng is domineering, he has always been like this, even in a state of anxiety, "Yaoyao, I am your husband."

He wants to know, and must know.

With her chin raised, Qin Shuyao saw only her shadow in his dark pupils, as if she couldn't pretend to be anything else.

Smiling, she wrapped her slender arms around his neck, and in front of the servants in the manor, Qin Shuyao kissed him without any scruples.

Her kiss was crazier than usual, she swallowed his lips, and took away his breath.

Wei Yancheng couldn't bear her initiative to tease him the most, every time he did this, it was like being stuck in a swamp from which he couldn't extricate himself.

He returned her kiss and moved forward in twos and threes, while Qin Shuyao retreated again and again, and finally his body was blocked by a wall. At the same time, Wei Yancheng put his hand on the back of her head, he was afraid that she would be bumped.

The overwhelming kisses are like a rainbow, and the pouring rain is just like that.

The servants in the manor looked dumbfounded. Don't all orientals be shy and introverted?Why is it completely inconsistent with the impression?

The two in front of me are more unrestrained than Westerners.

As everyone knows, it's hard to hold on to the depths of love.

This fierce kiss ended before the gun was on the verge of a fire, Qin Shuyao was panting heavily, her face was as red as a rosy cloud, and her flush was extremely beautiful.

Nestling in his arms, her tone was soft and sweet, "Wei Yancheng, I love you, I love you very much. Every smile and expression of yours flows in my blood and is engraved in my mind. As long as As long as I'm alive, I'll never stop loving you."

The sudden confession made Wei Yancheng drift away, temporarily forgetting the previous things.

"Me too."

In the manor, Mingyan stood by the glass window, staring at Qin Shuyao and Wei Yancheng's obsession with his deep eyes, adding a bit of chill to his always elegant expression.

Mrs. Qiangwei held a cigar between her fingers, and white smoke slowly rose, floating into the air and disintegrating into nothingness, "What's so good about this oriental woman, is it worth your chasing after her?"

"Some people are good, but you can't tell exactly which ones are good. Because you love her flaws, what else is bad?"

Mingyan's eyes were deep, as if he could see her through obstacles, and gradually, his eyes became more and more lingering.

Mrs. Qiangwei didn't think so, "There is an old saying in country Z called 'Falling flowers have intentions, flowing water is ruthless', Mr. Sawyer, I think this sentence is very suitable to describe you."

"Then it would be different if it blocked her way down the river?"

Mrs. Qiangwei took a deep puff of her cigar, and the cigarette drifted away in circles, "The river flows eastward, even if you block the way, you are powerless to stop the longing in your heart."

Mingyan's eyes suddenly gathered into an icicle, and then sneered, "If you don't try it, how do you know it won't work?"

Wei Yancheng and Qin Shuyao didn't take any vehicles, and walked on the streets of Country J. The area from the manor to the hotel where they stayed belonged to the rich.

But it doesn't mean that there are no poor people in the rich area. On the contrary, the poor and destitute people can be seen everywhere on the tidy streets begging along the street.

Country J is like a contradictory body, where people with different skin types can be seen, and at the same time, different cultures from all over the world are intertwined.However, law and order is indeed relatively poor, and robbery and theft happen from time to time.Perhaps this is a social problem that has survived from ancient times to the present, and has never been cured, so that it has intensified.

His eyes fell on a woman on the side of the street. There were three yellow-skinned children sitting next to her. His thin cheeks showed surprisingly large eyes. He was holding a baby boy in his arms, his eyes were closed tightly, and his face was already blue.

Qin Shuyao asked curiously, "The child in her arms..."

"died."

The answer was straightforward, without questioning.

Holding her hand, Wei Yancheng's eyes were calm, "People who died of starvation or illness often happen here, there is nothing to be surprised about."

The woman's eyes were dull and dull.

She was dressed in rags and was not wrapped around her body, and she sat in front of a high-end place, and all the people who came out of it were wearing gold and silver, which was a symbol of rich people.

Therefore, the contrast is even more stark.

Qin Shuyao was puzzled, "The children have passed away, why do you want to bring them to such a place? Are you reluctant to bear the children?"

Wei Yancheng is used to seeing life and death, and his thoughts need to be clear, so he held her hand a little harder, "When people are hungry, they will naturally shield their sorrows. They don't have extra time to grieve in spring and autumn. , living is the only belief. So, do you think she will have any reluctance?"

The woman's face was ashen and choked, and there was no sadness or pain in her eyes.Yes, she is not reluctant to bear children.

Then why would you hold a dead child and sit in such an incompatible place?
Wei Yancheng seemed to understand her thoughts, and took the initiative to speak, "Here, the rich gather more and more for their own wealth, and often raise little ghosts at home."

Immediately, Qin Shuyao understood.

There was a chill in her heart, could there be such a mother?
Perhaps wanting to prove something, Qin Shuyao let go of Wei Yancheng's hand, walked up to the woman in a few steps, "Do you want to sell the child in your arms?"

The woman's dull eyes suddenly lit up, "Sell it, he was just born a month ago, and he was starved to death, which is considered a tragic death. I believe he can keep your house safe and your career flourishing."

Yes, it is often necessary to raise this kind of baby, and it is best to die violently.

Qin Shuyao frowned, just as she was about to reach for the money, she realized that she was penniless.But in the next second, there was a wad of money in his empty hand.

is the currency of country J.

"This is all cash, is it enough?" Wei Yancheng asked coldly.

The woman nodded, like pounding garlic, "Enough is enough, enough."

She took the money and happily put it in her pocket, and at the same time put the child in Wei Yancheng's hands.Then, he left with three other scrawny children.

The baby boy was very small, and Wei Yancheng held him in an awkward posture, with a slight chill between his brows, "What should I do with him?"

"Bury it, it's a good deed."

"it is good."

After taking care of everything, Qin Shuyao got into the car, but she still couldn't calm down for a long time.

Wei Yancheng sat beside her, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"