"Hurry up!" He said to Yu Qinghuan.
Yu Qinghuan shuttled among the rows of hangers, selecting a few big red skirts from them.
She compares the size with her hands, leaving only what feels suitable.
Carter wondered: "Why are all red?"
Yu Qing smiled and looked at him: "Don't you think... they look like the color of blood?"
Carter was shocked, and a chill climbed onto the vest.
"I like the color of blood." Yu Qing said with a smile.
"...Buy if you like it."
Carter took a deep breath. A killing machine likes blood, it seems there is nothing wrong with it.
Walking out of the underground shopping mall, Yu Qinghuan looked up at the dazzling sunlight in the sky, and suddenly wet his eyes.
Before it became like this, she definitely didn't like to wear red.
It's just that I can never go back.
Those pure colors, she has no qualifications anymore.
...
Sheng Nanxuan took Gong Mo to Yu's house again, and the Yu's people were very welcome. Especially Yu Zhengming and Wu Surong were extremely happy.
Wu Surong said, "You didn't come here since last time, and you thought you disliked it!"
"Where is it?" Gong Mo said, "It's just not easy to interrupt. I'm afraid there will be too many, so you dislike us."
"How come? I hope you live here!" Wu Surong said.
Min Ling said: "If you have time, you can come over. There is usually no one at home, it's a deserted one."
Wu Surong nodded: "Since they started to work, they have bought a house outside, and they don’t usually bother to come back, for fear that I will bother them! But on weekends, everyone will come back for dinner, and you will come later, everyone. Lively and lively."
Gong Mo looked at Sheng Nanxuan, and Sheng Nanxuan nodded: "Okay, I'll come here when I have time. How about I come at least once a week from now on? If grandma is annoying, I will come once a month."
"Once a week!" Wu Surong said hurriedly, "That's the deal! Once a week, only more, not less!"
"Good~" Sheng Nanxuan nodded with a smile.
It was not until lunch, that Sheng Nanxuan asked the two elders for pictures of Yu Qinghuan.
Wu Surong suddenly became annoyed: "The last time I was busy saying something else, I forgot. Your mother loved taking pictures when she was young, but there are so many photos. I even painted her a few portraits."
"Can you give me a portrait?"
"Choose one if you like!"
Wu Surong has her own study. Because she often paints, the study is more like a studio, except that there is more than half of the space for bookshelves and antiques.
After entering the study, Wu Surong opened the cabinet and took out a few photo albums: "All are here."
Sheng Nanxuan opened it and saw that the photos were a bit old, but they were still clear.
In the photo, Yu Qinghuan is wearing light-colored clothes, and his hair is as dark as ink, or draped or tied up-sometimes tied into a ponytail, looking pretty and lively; sometimes with double ponytails hanging near his ears, fresh and lovely; sometimes Weaved into loose braids again, simple and smart...
She is a real beauty, young and unobtrusive, but not as gorgeous as in the SRC laboratory.
Sheng Nanxuan knew that after so many years, it would become natural.
He went through all the albums and found that Yu Qinghuan in the photos rarely wears red clothes. Occasionally there is one, but only part of it, not all over it.
Is it possible...that person is not Yu Qinghuan?
probably. Otherwise, why would she let herself go and kill Sheng Zhongtian and Liu Xuelan again? (To be continued~^~)