Marriage is long: Mr. Huo spoils his wife too much

The third.

The sin is heavy.

The boy in front of him smiled brightly, without any haze, like a warm little sun.

But he said.

"I'm the one with deep sins. I prayed to God and worshiped Buddha just to relieve my guilt."

The boy's handsome face was reflected in the deep and intense black pupils.

There are too many secrets hidden in this city. Everyone has a different story behind him. This boy probably has a completely different experience behind his smile.

"how about you?"

The boy suddenly moved closer, his eyes darkened, "Which type are you?"

Lu Qiao was not used to being so close to strangers, she leaned back a little, and brought the distance back to just the right level, the most polite yet alienated.

She just said, "It's better not to ask such deep questions when we meet by chance."

She doesn't like to talk about some of her private affairs with strangers.

"Oh, you're quite on guard."

The boy is very familiar, even if Lu Qiao made the words clear, he still didn't stop talking.

He said: "I think you are also like the third type."

Lu Qiao looked up at him.

The sunlight from outside the hall door shone in and refracted into Lu Qiao's eyes, making her left eye a little transparent.

Like clear glass beads, without any impurities, very beautiful.

As if you can see the bottom at a glance.

The boy narrowed his eyes, as if he saw something different in his eyes.

His voice suddenly became low, "I smell a very familiar smell on your body, we are the same kind."

similar?

Lu Qiao's heart skipped a beat.

The boy changed his face faster than turning the pages of a book. As soon as he finished speaking, his face changed back to the same way before, "Isn't it? We are the same person, do you feel the same as me?"

Lu Qiao couldn't get along with such a person, she always felt that this boy had something to say, and his eyes made her feel uncomfortable.

Just take it as a strange person.

Lu Qiao got up and left the hall without intending to continue talking to him.

The pace is a little faster than before.

The boy looked at Lu Qiao's back in a hurry, and the corners of his mouth curled into a deep arc.

"Whether you admit it or not now, in the future, you will always have the opportunity to realize that we are the same kind, and we are all sinful people."

He touched the back of his hand, the smooth skin was inexplicably uneven.

He laughed softly, "Lu Qiao, welcome to hell, come back to my arms, baby."

In the main hall, the smoke from burning incense curled upwards, hazyly engulfing the face of the Bodhisattva, not lightly, but still looking at the people coming and going with a compassionate expression.

There are all kinds of beings, all kinds of beings, the true, the good and the beautiful, the fake, the evil and the ugly, all of these have their own reasons for their existence.

I don't know if it was a coincidence, but Lu Qiao felt that everything around her seemed to be moving in a good direction after burning the incense.

Huo Yan didn't bother her anymore; Wen Ran also completely disappeared from her life, never to be seen again; and Lu Chi also recovered in sevens and eights, and was successfully discharged from the hospital.

Life went smoothly, and Lu Qiao quickly forgot about the weird boy he saw in the Temple of Mercy.

Lu Chi started to deal with work, and Lu Qiao was completely liberated. After accompanying Qin Su back to the hospital for a few days, although the child was on winter vacation, the mother and son disappeared without a sound...