Wen Qiao gritted his teeth.
"How do you feel?"
Wen Qiao kept his lips tightly closed and did not speak.
"Is it a feeling of powerlessness, like wandering at the gate of hell, but unable to control it?"
Wen Qiao still didn't say anything, and the car soon stopped at the entrance of Wen Qiao's alley.
Both people in the front row got out of the car.
The carriage was silent. Autumn rain fell and Wen Qiao sat there without moving.
He Xihuai smiled and said, "How does it feel?"
Wen Qiao glanced at him and said, "You did it on purpose."
He Xihuai did not deny it: "It was intentional. I have also struggled in that kind of hell before. You don't know how slim my hope is."
After all, the main personality is so powerful, it is a miracle that he can succeed.
Wen Qiao looked at him with a smile: "There is also a little brother personality, he won't come out again?"
A cold light flashed in He Xihuai's eyes: "That's his cowardly side, not mine. I'm not that useless."
Wen Qiao raised an eyebrow: "I see."
He Xihuai regained his composure: "After a long time, you will get used to the feeling. It's nothing."
Wen Qiao: “Oh.”
He Xihuai: "Don't you want to know how to overcome that struggling, restless, and overwhelmed emotion?"
Wen Qiao: "Not bad."
How could she possibly say what He Xihuai wanted to hear as he wished
He Xihuai narrowed his eyes slightly: "Oh? From your tone, it seems like you are enjoying it?"
Wen Qiao leaned lazily on the back of the chair: "Can I get off now?"
He Xihuai finally took the initiative and said, "There is no solution to your symptoms."
Wen Qiao's eyes froze.
He Xihuai continued: "That kind of violent and manic mood will only eat away at you bit by bit, and finally, cover up your nature, and finally, you will become the same person as me."
Wen Qiao suddenly took out a Swiss Army knife, and his movements were so fierce that He Xihuai didn't have time to react before the blade was already against his neck.
He Xihuai was not panicked at all: "Has it come to this? Can't control the urge to kill?"
Wen Qiao said coldly: "I can only tell you that your wishful thinking will fail. Don't regret it when you lose both your wife and your army."
He Xihuai smiled: "Then... wait and see."
The knife pierced his neck a little, and blood slowly flowed out. He Xihuai's bodyguards outside panicked and wanted to open the car door, but he raised his hand slightly, signaling the bodyguards to step back.
After a long time, Wen Qiao loosened his restraints on him, suddenly opened the car door, and got out.
He Xihuai adjusted the cuffs of his suit, looked at the girl's back, and chuckled, "Let's go."
Si Yu held an umbrella for Wen Qiao. Seeing that she was holding a dagger in her hand, he asked worriedly, "Are you okay?"
Wen Qiao's mind was in a mess, and he said with difficulty: "It's okay."
Wen Qiao stood at the entrance of the alley for a long time. Raindrops fell from the eaves of her umbrella, and the autumn wind gradually made her consciousness clear.
She walked along the alley to the door of her home, and just as she was about to enter, someone suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a broad embrace.
Looking up, her brother Nanli had a gloomy look in his eyes, and seemed to be worried on that rainy autumn night.
"What's wrong?"
Fu Nanli raised his eyebrows: "You still ask me what's wrong?"
The whole person was picked up directly, and Qin Bei held an umbrella. He felt a little bloated by the dog food.
Wen Qiao shrugged: "I really don't know what's wrong with you."
Fu Nanli said, "Si Yu, tell her family that she won't be going back tonight."
"Yes, Mr. Fu."
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