"Here, here you go..." Xia Zhimo's voice sounded cold, and then she handed Qiqi a very exquisite little gift box, her expression still cold.

"What is it?" Qiqi asked lightly with doubt.

"Chen gave it to you," Xia Zhimo was still so cold, but the moment she spoke, a complicated look flashed in her eyes, and even her tone of voice was a little different from usual...

But still, Qiqi, who is a killer, was caught.

Qiqi smiled strangely...

"Why is your smile so cunning?" Xia Zhimo asked honestly.

"No way." Qi Qi looked at Xia Zhimo with a helpless smile, maybe... Xia Zhimo is right, haha... It seems that she doesn't have to worry so much.

"No way?" Xia Zhimo frowned and said coldly.

"I'm exactly the same as I used to be." Qiqi frowned and said calmly with dissatisfaction.

"Learned it from you." Xia Zhimo followed suit and confronted Qiqi.

"Mo, I always feel that... the auction conference... I don't know why, but I always feel that there will be a little strange premonition, you know? This is the national auction conference." Qiqi stared at Xia Zhimo slowly with a squint.

said.

After Xia Zhimo heard this, she froze obviously. Sure enough, Qiqi guessed it correctly. They really had something to hide from her. Why didn't they tell her? Did she really choose to lose her memory? Why did she choose? Why did she always have such good thoughts?

How about the feeling you want to remember? A deep feeling,

"Qi, you really want to know, don't you?" Xia Zhimo said with a bitter smile. Perhaps, that explanation will be buried in the coffin forever like her own... Hey.

"I don't know, I just feel a strange feeling." Qiqi said lazily and paralyzed on the leather sofa...

"I didn't expect you to have such a habit." Xia Zhimo glanced helplessly at Qiqi, who was lying on all fours in a strange posture, and said softly, thinking of the former sister Qiqi, could it be the sequelae of amnesia that led to her becoming mentally retarded?

? She doesn’t want it...

"Haha..." Qiqi smiled...

"Okay, inside that box is a black tutu. You can pass it on. There is a mask next to it... The ruler said that you need to wear a mask to participate in the auction." Xia Zhimo said coldly. She was stunned.

When did she become so verbose?

"You become like an old woman." Qiqi smiled softly and Xia Zhimo muttered.

"Ahem..." Xia Zhimo coughed lightly...it was a signal: don't think too much.

"Hehe..." Qiqi pursed her lips and smiled.

"Okay... I'm going out first." Xia Zhimo glanced at Qiqi, who was still paralyzed on the sofa, and sighed helplessly.

"Well, go ahead, go ahead." Qiqi rushed over.

Xia Zhimo left gently. Auction conference? Nationwide, Cui Xianyou and the others will definitely come to the United States... They will definitely meet at the auction conference, but... what should they do after meeting.

By the way...and the three of them...and that girl——

Thinking of this, Xia Zhimo's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness and cruelty. How did you treat me back then? If you treated them like this, I... would never let you go, and moreover, I would even hurt you in the past.

Counting it all together, no... it's repayment ten times...

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"Wow..." Che Zhehan shouted loudly as soon as he arrived at the airport.

"There are so many people..." Yong Ningze frowned and said, and then... dialed a phone number. Soon... a group of people came to Yong Ningze's side, bowed respectfully: "Young Master, you are late.

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"Well..." Yong Ningze ignored the group of people, took his beloved girl, and then... took the lead and left.

"Let's go..." Han Tianyi glanced at Cui Xianyou and said.

Cui Xianyou was silent...and left with graceful steps. He was really - so handsome.

Ling Xinlei looked at... America America... Mandala... with her big eyes open... Could it be... Qiqi... Could it be that you... can't...

"Lei, where are you going?" Che Zhehan saw Ling Xinlei turning around and running away... Where was she going? She seemed to be very familiar with this place...
Chapter completed!