Slag Gong, Your Father Is Here!

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    "...not matched."

    Chu Jueze raised his hand to stop Ji'an from wiping his forehead, and squeezed the other's wrist comfortingly, without revealing any painful cries. But she was unbelievably dumb, showing a trace of depression and frustration invisibly, her blue hair hanging limply beside her ears:

    "...I waited for a day and a night, but I didn't expect this to be the result."

    Qi Qing When Jun heard this, his first reaction was to reflexively cover the receiver so that Zhong Xue could not hear it. After realizing the meaning of Chu Queze's words, there was a momentary blank on his face. Time didn't know what expression to put on.

    He is used to facing the world with the most comfortable attitude, but at the moment when he heard the news, Qi Qingyun unexpectedly lost control for a short time.

    There was a sudden spasm in the stomach, as if being ruthlessly kneaded and tightened by a big hand like a dirty rag, the internal organs seemed to be crushed by a big stone, and the pain was overwhelming, and the eardrums sent out bursts of telegrams like a lost connection The ear-piercing and sharp chirping sounds sounded like the desperate roar of wild beasts reverberating in his ears, and the eardrums vibrated, almost making Qi Qingyun's eyes go dark, and his whole body was almost blinded.

    He felt like vomiting uncontrollably.

    I don't know how long it has passed, maybe a few seconds, maybe a few minutes, Qi Qingyun only felt that his brain was blank for a certain period of time, he couldn't feel anything, his soul seemed to be floating in a vacuum, his five senses were missing, for a moment The back heart is like a glass window pierced by a bullet, sharp palpitations spread from a certain point below the heart like a spider web, and the nerves all over the body burst into severe pain instantly, as if someone had severely dismantled and roughly gathered the limbs together , Bones rubbing against each other, flesh and blood sticking together, Qi Qingyun broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, pushed Zhong Xuejin away, lay down by the sink, and retched.

    Can't spit out, can't spit out anything.

    The fingertips resting on the sink were almost whitish, and trembling arcs could be seen faintly, Qi Qingyun's ears were buzzing, and it took a long while before the burning pain in her stomach eased.

    He wiped off the cold sweat from his temples, raised his head suddenly, his pupils widened in astonishment, only then did he realize that his face in the mirror was completely devoid of blood, as white as a piece of paper.

    Ugly like a ghost.

    Zhong Xue didn't know when she had already walked in front of Qi Qingyun, hugged his waist from behind, and put her face on Qi Qingyun's back, like a plant that could only grow by relying on Qi Qingyun Rattan, soft and tough.

    The husband and wife didn't say anything, quietly feeling each other's disordered breathing and disordered heartbeat through the thin clothes.

    Even if he didn't ask, seeing Qi Qingyun's performance, Zhong Xuejin had already made a good guess about the matter.

    Just as he was about to say something, Qi Qingyun suddenly turned around and hugged him so hard that his bones were almost crushed and melted into his embrace, hugging him so tightly and so hard.

    Zhong Xue was startled in surprise.

    Immediately, before he had time to say anything, hot tears slid down his neck, making his heart tremble, Zhong Xueji stiffly hugged Qi Qingyun's green bamboo-like straight body, her palms covering her When he was on the neck of the other party, he could feel the veins bulging slightly due to enduring the pain. He stood there for a long time in a daze, and then he slowly realized one thing -