Plug-in to get a red boss

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Is that Qi Yun lying?

It's so contradictory...

It's like... there's just one important thread missing to tie it all together.

Just as there was no class today, Xia Wuqian woke up and saw Zhu Mang wearing an apron preparing breakfast in the kitchen. Her blond hair was tied together with a rubber band and made into a high ponytail. It was no longer casually loose as usual. This scene Warm and beautiful.

This scene coincided with the morning when Zhu Mang cooked for her for the first time half a year ago. At that time, she was still afraid of her, afraid of her, and didn't trust her at all...

These pictures are still fresh in my memory, I didn't expect that so much time has passed.

"Wuqian, get up and eat."

There was a faint smile on the corner of Xia Wuqian's mouth, like honey made from flowers, with a hint of sweetness, refreshing: "Okay..."

It would be nice if life was always like this.

After breakfast, Zhu Mang mentioned something to her.

"After getting that key, I got back part of my memory, the memory of my life."

Xia Wuqian paused in her heart, Zhu Mang was in red, which meant that her death was not an ordinary natural death, at least accompanied by great pain and obsession, that's why she became a ghost after death, still at the level of red .

Thinking of this, a deep sadness filled my heart, and I couldn't even imagine how much suffering I had suffered, and what kind of life I lived before.

Xia Wuqian felt uncomfortable, and said with difficulty: "I..."

"Do you want to know about my past?"

That kind of experience is impossible for many people. After all, there are still a lot of normal people in this world, and people like Zhu Mang should be cast aside by the society. They are evil spirits that breed in the darkest corners. It also deserves it.

She never thought of saying this, after all, she was not prepared, let alone let the other party know her dirty things.

Maybe it was a spur of the moment, maybe because last night...

I always feel that I am alone, but in fact... I have the best audience around me.

lonely?No, not alone.

After hearing this, Xia Wuqian pursed her lips lightly and kept silent. She wanted to know, but she didn't dare to ask. After all, it was before she was alive...

For ghosts, those things stay in the past forever, and they are things that can never be found again.

"Actually, I know that you are collecting information about me before I was alive, but I didn't find anything. It's fine if you can't find those things, and there is nothing to know. For me, it has already become a thing of the past, and it is meaningless." Zhu Mangwan Well, it seems that there is no burden: "but I want you to know me and my past."

Xia Wuqian has been listening quietly by the side, without interrupting her words. As a listener, she undoubtedly performed very well.

I remembered that when they first met, the other person's appearance was very gentle, but she always felt awkward. Now it has been proved that it is not her real appearance. The longer we get along with each other, the more I want to discover her and get to know her better.

"Actually, I'm not fine at all."

The smile on the corner of Zhu Mang's mouth has disappeared, his face is expressionless, a little hollow, and his pale complexion looks like a dilapidated gray tower during World War II, giving birth to a sense of despair.

"Speaking of it, you may not believe it. My parents are half-brothers and sisters, and I was born against their sins. There are no genetic defects or deformities, but I was named a freak when I was born. .”

Xia Wuqian couldn't believe it at all, she never guessed that the other party still had such a past, just with this identity, she could guess how many people would point and criticize her.

Zhu Mang continued: "I was born in the UK, and then I was thrown into the biggest slum there until I was six years old. This is thanks to a human trafficker who kindly took me in and called me 92, which was also No. 90 II in his hands. I was a child. Later, I was sold to the Sturt family and became a servant. The mistress of this family was my biological mother. One thing, the trafficker told me how he picked me up."

"Not long after, the woman who gave birth to me died. I took her money to find my father, tried every means to contact him, and then came to China. The man's name was Zhu Ming, and he named me Zhu Mang. That's when I really got a name, that man is a lunatic, he is doing human experiments without telling everyone, and I was also his experimental subject."

When she said this, her tone was calm and unwavering, as if she was not talking about her own affairs, but telling other people's stories, and she could only see the coldness and coldness through those eyes.

Xia Wuqian's eyes were red, and she hugged her involuntarily: "You still have me, if you feel pain, you can stop talking."

In the hands of human traffickers, I lived in a slum for six years with only one sentence to explain it. I was tossed and wandered, and I hardly enjoyed family affection. Is this kind of life really life?

Compared with her own experience, it really...is nothing.

Zhu Mang sneered, those memories were indeed heart-wrenching: "That man taught me to study, taught me a lot of knowledge, and allowed me to grow twice as fast as others. In the eyes of outsiders, I am a genius, as if I know everything. Envy me. When I got home, everything was back to normal."