Seventy-first bowl of soup (6)

Compared with other people in jail, Qinghuan really doesn’t look like someone who has been in it for almost three years. She looks good. Not only is she not tortured, she can’t see the human form, but her skin is white and red and healthy. It's terrible, not only that, no matter how bitter she is, she can live with gusto. This is what makes her different from others.

Xue Hua appreciates her at this point. He knows why Qinghuan was in prison. It can be said that Qinghuan was a very soft-hearted and kind-hearted person before he was imprisoned. He was so soft-hearted and kind that he had no principles. This is not a good thing. At least for Xue Hua, such a woman is like him. I look down on it, and it is impossible to have the ability to complete the task he assigned to her. But what is surprising is that after going to jail, she seemed to be a different person, or rather, sober.

To be able to distinguish between right and wrong is not in vain for these sighing three years.

Qinghuan is lying in bed and watching TV. The TV in the prison is in the dining room. Although the mixed zone does not care about the life or death of the prisoner, it will block the prisoner’s source of information. So even if he can watch TV occasionally, all he sees is innocuous content. To what extent the world has truly developed, the people in it don't even know.

Qinghuan is no exception. If she hadn't turned on the TV, she wouldn't have known that her good sister had just won the Best Actress Award. The woman on TV is beautiful and generous, and she looks perfect when she stands in front of the camera. The innocent smile on her face makes Qinghuan almost unrecognizable. She also watched the woman's confession to a man by the way, and the camera showed the face of the woman. Sweeping his gaze down the stage, the handsome face of the man appeared in front of the camera, looking extremely happy.

The years are quiet, the two love each other, and the fame and fortune are both enviable. It seemed that one had forgotten that he had a sister in jail, and the other had forgotten the vow he had made.

Of course, Qing Huan just felt ridiculed, and had no intention of chasing the man back. She liked things like that before she went to jail. After she went to jail, she really didn't have any interest at all. There is a saying how to say, what goes with a dog, forever.

It's just that their happiness is based on her pain, which deprived her of three years of time in the middle. This life is alive, and time is the most precious thing, and she can't suffer this loss in vain. Thinking of this, Qing Huan jumped off the bed. She left the room without wearing her shoes and went to the room where she was talking to Xue Hua. This time the black suit at the door stopped her, her tone was very polite, but her expression was not very friendly: " Mr. is working and no one is seen."

Qinghuan wrapped her hands around her chest: "Why don't you ask?"

The black suit looked firm: "No—"

He was thrown to the ground before he finished a sentence. Qinghuan asked him what he was saying. He really told him to ask Xue Hua, but he wanted to divert the black suit's attention, otherwise her ability could not be as well-trained. In the preservation ratio, she knocked the person down. She opened the door and brought it back with her backhand, isolating the black suit from the door.

Xue Hua was sitting at the table. Next to him was a young woman in a gray suit and skirt reading a document. Xue Hua listened and occasionally said a few words. The woman immediately recorded it and saw Qinghuan pushing the door, her face was surprised. Expressions. Xue Hua Yang asked: "Qinghuan?"

"How did you know it was me?" she asked curiously, if it was the sixth sense, it would be too powerful.

"The smell of you." Xue Hua chuckled. There was a very good fragrance on her body, which was not obvious. It could only be smelled when she was close to her. However, although he could not see, his sense of smell and hearing was far beyond ordinary people. So I knew she was here.

Hearing that, Qing Huan raised her arm and smelled it. She herself couldn't smell it anyway, and she used men's shower gel when she took a bath. The smell on her body should not be much different from Xue Hua. Why Xue Hua Can you tell the difference? "I came to ask you, can I go out now?"

"Where to go?" Xue Hua asked with a good temper, not caring whether Qing Huan's identity was qualified to speak to him like this.

God, he feels too good-tempered. Qinghuan feels that she is making a fuss. She even doubts her vision. Is it wrong to feel Xue Hua at first glance? Is he really a gentle man? No matter how you look at it... they look alike, but her sixth sense tells herself that this man is unpredictable and not simple. "Come back home."

Xue Hua carefully considered the meaning of these two words, and said to Qinghuan: "Are you sure that is your home?"

Of course not, she just got used to it, otherwise what's the name there? "Don't worry about so much, you just tell me, can I go?"

"Better not."

This low and soft voice seemed to be just suggesting, but Qinghuan heard what it meant. She gave in cleverly and immediately: "My sister won the prize. If you are a sister, you have to congratulate you."

Xue Hua didn’t know Qinghuan’s sister until Qinghuan caught his eye, and he began to consider her to join his plan before reading her information again, so he also knew that she had a sister who was a star, and also It's very popular, but it's a pity that he doesn't know what her sister looks like.

Not to mention Sister Qing Huan, Xue Hua didn't even know what he looked like, only vaguely knew that he was good-looking, but to see to what extent, then he didn't know. He was embarrassed to ask this kind of question, but he thought Qinghuan should look better than himself, because even his robot-like subordinates praised her more than once.

Beauty, has committed a crime, has a previous conviction, can't be cleansed, this is simply too suitable for him.

"There is no need." Xue Hua said to Qing Huan, and then ordered the woman who had read the document to him just now. "Giving that young lady a bouquet of flowers is just to congratulate her on winning the prize, using the name Qinghuan."

"Yes." The woman replied respectfully, took the processed documents and went out, wittily giving up the space to the newly released "unmarried couple" in less than half a day.

"What are you doing to give her flowers? Don't spoil the flowers." Qinghuan felt painful when she thought that such beautiful flowers would be given to hypocritical women as gifts. She didn't want to spend a dime on disgusting people.

"It won't be spoiled." Xue Hua said slowly. "The secretary knows what I mean. I want her to give me white chrysanthemums."

Used for tomb sweeping.

Qing Huan was immediately happy. She felt that Xue Hua was not as gentle and easy to talk as he showed. This person was obviously sullen and seemed to be very agreeable. She approached Xue Hua, slapped him on his desk, and said proudly: "Then remember to send two more bundles, maybe you will need them today next year."

Xue Hua also laughed. He admired Qing Huan's attitude of distinct love and hatred. He would be disappointed if she still had expectations of those people until now. It is the best way to cut the chaos in this way. "as long as you are happy."

"Since I'm in your car now, should you say something? How come I am your fiancée. Your fiancée has been in jail and committed a crime. You are not a good person. Then you should help me and let me sit down. My accusation, right?"

The cunning and bewitching in her tone are too obvious, but Xue Hua really eats her. Within the scope of his acceptance, as long as she doesn't touch his bottom line, she can do whatever she wants. In the face of Qinghuan's willfulness, Xue Hua is like an adult who dotes on children, giving him whatever he wants. As long as he doesn't make too much noise, he is basically responsive. "how do you want to do it?"

"Give me some time, I always have to see them." Qinghuan touched her chin, "but for the sake of my safety, you have to lend me some black suits."

After all, that woman is a big star, with a dozen or twenty bodyguards by her side. Didn't she go up with bare hands to find someone to beat her, she was not stupid.

Xue Hua raised his eyebrows: "What do you want to do?"

"Don't do anything." Qing Huan waved his hand very seriously, remembering that Xue Hua couldn't look at it, and then grabbed his hand, and wrote a few words on the palm of his hand, which seemed to tell him a great secret.

Xue Hua looked so close, but in fact, she was the most indifferent and alienated. Qinghuan was the first woman to meet him. Because without a headset, he couldn't respond to her movements in time even if his hearing was sensitive. One reaction was to break away, but then she covered her fingers with words written on it, and Xue Hua felt a burst of electric current from the soles of her feet rushing directly above her head, and her whole body seemed to be stiff.

Qing Huan did not notice his abnormality. She was very confident of her beauty, but she also knew that not every man would be deceived by beauty's schemes, especially blind people like Xue Hua, no matter how beautiful she was, he couldn't see it. , But it is difficult to control. Besides, facing such a smart and dangerous man, an arrogant woman would want to conquer. What she wants is a win-win situation. Xue Hua wants to use her, why doesn't she want to use Xue Hua?

It was almost like someone gave a pillow when she was dozing off. Now everything she has to do can get twice the result with half the effort. Why bother to work hard? Isn't it stupid to have free external force? Anyway, she has to pay a price.

She had never thought about developing something with Xue Hua. To speak of it, it has something to do with her lack of affection. It seems that after going to prison, her whole body has become like water, and a handsome man like Xue Hua makes her heart. Not making waves, what Qing Huan thinks now is to live a little better and better, and then make the person who owes her a little bit more uncomfortable and a little bit more uncomfortable.

Xue Hua concealed his throbbing for a moment, and pulled his hand back without a trace. He wanted to draw a paper towel to wipe it, but he didn't want Qing Huan to realize his emotions, so he said to her, "Yes, it's too much trouble. The better the score, there is nothing to worry about."

He seems to be looking forward to her making a fuss. Who would want such a domineering fiancee? Qing Huan stared at Xue Hua for a long while, and asked, "Do you have a problem here?"