#1112 Reality (2)

These golden broken lights are probably related to her sleeping all the time.

After Qin Qiu finished moving things, he saw the life assistant, the president's secretary, etc. standing in another place, making lunch.

He had nothing to do, nothing to say.

"You haven't dreamed recently, and you haven't asked me for psychological counseling."

Those bizarre dreams that Ye Yuxuan had before were extremely terrifying.

In particular, he felt that every time Ye Yuxuan talked about dreams.

His whole being will change.

Even a little schizophrenic.

But this schizophrenia will soon be controlled by Ye Yuxuan himself, and he will return to normal.

And after returning to normal, he felt that Ye Yuxuan's numb emotional fluctuations would be more sensitive.

Although his dreams were ferocious and terrifying.

But Qin Qiu still felt that these dreams had great benefits.

As for Ye Yuxuan feeling that he was hurt in a dream, it was just a dream.

It's fine to wake up.

Ye Yuxuan glanced at him lightly, and for some unknown reason, this glance carried a cold and brutal murderous aura.

Qin Qiu took a few steps back, "What are you doing? I just praised Weiwei, do you still hate me?"

Ye Yuxuan shook his head, "I'm not such a stingy person. If you touched her hair just now, I would only want to chop off your hand."

Is this stingy?

It's a psychopath, a control freak and a brutal sociopath.

Ye Yuxuan took out a comb from the bag next to him, and slowly combed Bai Weiwei's hair in a wheelchair.

"I had a dream just now."

Qin Qiu looked blank, "Just now?"

Did he sleep just now? How could he not know.

Could it be that Ye Yuxuan could sleep with his eyes open?

It is impossible for others, but someone like Ye Yuxuan suddenly thinks that he is a god or wants to destroy the world, he thinks it is possible.

Ye Yuxuan: "I was sitting in the car just now, and I was taking a nap while I was holding Weiwei in my arms."

Qin Qiu was a little curious, "What did you dream about?"

Ye Yuxuan was silent for a moment before slowly saying, "I dreamed, that man, no, I seem to be crazy."

Qin Qiu: "...I think you are quite crazy in reality, although you are crazy and unique."

It was the first time he saw Ye Yuxuan, when he saw him sitting in a chair indifferently, reading those particularly esoteric books.

I feel like this kid.

It's crazy.

He didn't understand any of the books he read.

Genius and lunatic are sometimes not separated by a fine line

But genius is crazy.

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Follow-up to "The Abandoned Wife of the Young Marshal of the Republic of China":

Li Xinghe took off his hat and sat on the chair, his face was quite old and haggard.

Before him was the agreement to stop the war.

This is a decent paper for the bereaved dog.

four years ago.

He stared blankly at the man sitting on the opposite chair.

Four years ago, he remembered that it was also winter. She was standing at the door of the warehouse, laughing, and then there was the overwhelming snowflakes and the roaring fire.

The white snowflakes were like paper money to pay homage to her.

At the time of her death, he and Fu Beizhe stopped the war.

Both sides seemed to be frustrated, and there was no spirit of fighting at all.

Then calmed down a year later.

Fu Beizhe began to take the initiative to provoke a war.

Li Xinghe sneered as he watched Fu Beizhe triumphantly and triumphantly all the way.

I felt that Fu Beizhe had forgotten Bai Weiwei, so he was no longer sad, and finally remembered his goal of conquering the world.

His ambitions had already been sapped by Bai Weiwei's death.

Fu Beizhe let go so easily.

Fu Beizhe won, and he sat across from him to watch him sign the contract of loss of rights.

After signing the name, Li Xinghe closed his eyes and sighed, "You can kill me."

The man on the opposite side was dressed in military uniform and did not wear a hat. He had short black hair and eyes that were cold and bright.

His face is still young and handsome, and his attitude is like a ruffian.

"Get out of the country as soon as you sign it."

After he finished speaking, Fu Beizhe quickly took out the agreement and waved his hand, "Let's go."

Li Xinghe stood up in surprise, "Aren't you going to kill me?"

Fu Beizhe had already reached the door, the adjutant opened the door, and snow came flying outside.

He waved his hand impatiently, and there was a hint of impatience in his dark eyes.

"Of course I want to kill you, but Weiwei won't let me kill you. I always have to let her know that I am committed."

Li Xinghe felt sour in his heart, "You still remember what Weiwei said."

Fu Beizhe raised his eyebrows and snorted coldly, "I don't have amnesia, she told me yesterday morning."

Li Xinghe paused, as if struck by lightning.

He saw that Fu Beizhe had gone out, and the adjutant opened the black umbrella over his head.

Li Xinghe didn't care about anything, and ran over with some staggering steps.

"Fu Beizhe, you're crazy, Weiwei has already..."

A gun was pressed against Li Xinghe's forehead.

And behind the black and cold muzzle is Fu Beizhe's frosty face.

His voice was even more illusory and cold than the snow in the sky.

"Li Xinghe, you are jealous that I have her."

Li Xinghe stared blankly at him.

He didn't know why his heart was sour, and tears came out of his eyes.

Bai Weiwei is dead.

Fu Beizhe is crazy.