My hands couldn't help but grasp the car armrest...

"What do you want from me?"

After sitting down, he raised his head and looked at another person in the spacious back seat, a man with a strong sense of presence.

Those eyes also have no warmth, so cold that as soon as one looks at them, they can't help but look away again...

"Aunt Yuan."

Still no response...

"None of my business!"

Hearing the noise upstairs, Yuan Diandian, who had come all night from City S, jumped up from the sofa. When he saw Sha Bei'er appearing on the stairs, his eyes immediately turned red.

Three words, as cold as ice...

Even if it was only a few dozen seconds, the pressure he radiated made Rui Rui feel like centuries had passed...

After frowning and thinking for a moment, Shabelle raised her head, looked at Lengfeng, then turned to Feng Qingyu, and spoke honestly.

He is a god who controls the lifeblood of Sicily...

He finally withdrew his gaze...

Without avoiding it, Ren Feng Qingyu looked at her with inquiring eyes.

A few minutes later when Sha Bei'er walked into the place where she originally lived, Feng Qingyu followed suit.

It seems that cooking has not been done in the kitchen for a long time, but the ingredients in the refrigerator are very fresh, and they have obviously been recently added.

Seeing that his eyes were still on her face, Ruirui finally understood how stupid she looked when she blurted out her words. He was not calling her but someone, and there was no third person in the car...

I want to see Feng Shao, but the servant said that Feng Shao has left for something and will not come back until tomorrow. If there is anything that needs to be reported before he comes back, Sha Bei'er has no choice but to stay. Sha Bei'er is not used to eating food made by others.

I went to the kitchen by myself. I opened the refrigerator and looked at the food inside.

He wants to grow old with her and stay together for the rest of his life...

There was no emotion or warmth on his face.

Shabelle didn't just talk, she also took steps to go out.

Is this where she once lived?

Shabei'er could feel Yuan Diandian's feelings for her, and she spoke politely while Yuan Diandian's tears were in her eyes.

If so again...

"Belle, it's okay if you don't remember. Let me introduce myself. My name is Yuan Diandian. You used to call me Aunt Yuan. This is my husband. Your name is Uncle Feng. That...is my son Feng Qingyu."

"..."

"Sabel."

She would never allow a tragedy that happened once to happen a second time.

Feng Tuoxi stood up together with Yuan Diandian. When Yuan Diandian rushed to the stairs excitedly, he also came over and put his arms around Yuan Diandian, who was shaking with excitement.

After their eyes met for more than ten seconds, Feng Qingyu withdrew his gaze indifferently. With just a look, Leng Feng had already stepped in.

"Have you not harmed Bei'er enough? Bei'er has already died once, do you really want to force Bei'er to death again? Feng Qingyu, I'm warning you, this time, I will never let you hurt Bei'er again.

Son, Belle, I will definitely take her away. If you dare to force Belle to stay here, unless I die."

"Miss Sha, you can't leave here."

"Ms. Sha, we will arrange for a servant to come and take care of you later. This is where you live. The bedroom is upstairs. You can go upstairs to rest when you are tired. If you need anything, you can directly give the order. As long as it can be done,

I will definitely try my best to do it for you and satisfy you.”

The car finally stopped after more than an hour.

Three words were the answer given by Feng Qingyu. He withdrew his gaze indifferently, turned around and walked out.

Yuan Diandian was obviously hit by Sha Beier's shaking head, and his body involuntarily took a step back...

Shabelle looked at the situation downstairs, started to move, and walked downstairs.

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Looking at Sabelle, tears welled up in her eyes faster.

Shabelle is popular, her words are full of sarcasm...

"She forgot about me..."

Lengfeng's eyes were full of awe and admiration for Feng Qingyu. Feng Qingyu was indeed a god-like figure.

Question after question, Leng Feng looked at Feng Qingyu, asking Feng Qingyu for instructions...

I got up from the bed and rubbed my painful head. I opened the quilt and got up. I was still wearing yesterday's clothes. I opened the bedroom door and prepared to go downstairs.

It wasn't until almost dawn that I fell asleep in a hazy state.

When she felt the strong presence behind her, Shabell turned her head and looked straight at Feng Qingyu, with a trace of confusion in her eyes...

In the past few years, he has had emotional problems, and his infinite tolerance has made Yuan Diandian very clear that everything stems from love...

His attitude obviously made Shabelle unhappy. This man seemed to be aloof from the beginning, and the anger in his eyes began to jump with flames. Regardless of his previous relationship with this place, although he had a blank view of himself.

I used to be very curious, but this man's attitude was really unpleasant.

Was everything really an accidental encounter, or was it a deliberate arrangement? If it was a deliberate arrangement, the purpose of her coming back is obvious...

Ruirui saw him look away, as if he was not ready to speak again. She tugged her lips, this man is really a bit nervous...

"Is he God? Why does he mean what he says? I say it again, let me go."

This question was a bit redundant. However, she did not feel any familiarity.

But amnesia...

She has been feeling guilty about Shabell's death a few years ago.

"Why do I live here? What does it have to do with me? Why would I leave?"

"Won't let her leave."

"Are you calling me?"

"Why can't I?"

It wasn't until the man standing next to her opened his mouth to comfort her that he slightly let go of Shabelle, with tears still in his eyes.

Ruirui frowned slightly, feeling that she couldn't communicate with the man in front of her. So, she watched silently, waiting for him to speak.

Feng Qingyu looked at the familiar face in front of him...

Seeing that he didn't speak, Ruirui didn't want to stay in the car anymore. It was really difficult to even breathe...

Yuan Diandian couldn't bear to look away from Sha Beier...

Time passes quietly.

"Belle."

In the past few years, she has completely cut off contact with Feng Qingyu. She has never forgiven Feng Qingyu, and she doesn't want to hear Feng Tuoxi mention Feng Qingyu...

Lengfeng bowed slightly respectfully, then turned and left...

Sha Belle, who was being hugged, could feel the excitement of the beautiful woman hugging her. Each sound of Belle was filled with emotion and excitement.

There was a sharpness in his eyes, just like Feng Qingyu, trying to see through Sha Beier...

I have doubts, but I haven’t looked into them deeply.

He was so good-looking. This man was the man she felt uncomfortable after taking one look at him. At that time, she did not see his face clearly. A glance from far away was not enough to look at him directly at such a close distance.

At this moment, at close range, looking at the man sitting a little distance away from him, his handsome face and his incredible swordsmanship made it hard for people to look away easily. How could a man be so good-looking?

She opened her mouth but received no response. His eyes were still on her face, as if he wanted to see through her. When she looked away because of his coldness, his thin lips also opened slightly...

He calmed down from the excitement of seeing Sha Beier again, and saw that Sha Beier had really forgotten everything. Yuan Diandian's inner sadness was suppressed, and it would be okay to forget everything. Those past things really made Bei

The child collapsed again.

This time, she will stop it at all costs.

Shabelle didn't sleep well, and her face didn't look good. She looked at the excited and tearful woman downstairs. She was well-maintained and could not tell her age. Her excited expression seemed to be very familiar with her. And standing there

The silhouette of the man beside her is somewhat similar to the Feng Shao she saw yesterday.

Feng Qingyu leaned there, looking straight at her...

Every bit of those painful memories was enough to destroy Shabelle. If she remembered it again, I was afraid that Shabelle would not be able to think about it again. It would be good if they could survive. At least, it would give them room to make amends.

No, I don’t care. Is she really amnesia, or is she pretending to have amnesia...

I have habitual insomnia, and even if I change places, I can’t sleep well.

"Say it again."

"Belle? Don't you remember me? I'm Aunt Yuan!"
To be continued...