Wearing It Before Scum A Tortures The Heroine

Song Jiao was very sad. In the past, when she cried in front of Xu Jinchao, she would be comforted wholeheartedly by the other party, kissed by Alpha gently, and coaxed softly.

But now Xu Jinchao can't see her at all, and even knowing that each other is around has become an extravagant hope.

She didn't know what she was crying about in her soul state. She cried helplessly with her sobbing wife, and tried her best to hug each other with her translucent body.

They were clearly in the same space, but Omega's embrace could only pass through Xu Jinchao's body, and he couldn't get any touch.

Xu Jinchao felt that his body was cold, and the cracking pain spreading from his chest spread all over his body.

A pile of broken pieces of porcelain were reluctantly pieced together to stick to one of her, and the wind would get into the gap at any time, freezing her limbs to the point of pain.

She trembled in the light coming in through the window, and looked up blankly at the beauty in the painting.

Across the hazy tears, Xu Jinchao saw his little wife's still meek and smiling face, and the blade raised calmly.

Omega sits alive on the canvas, seemingly within reach, but is far away and can no longer be touched.

It is difficult for Xu Jinchao to get out of this pain. She doesn't know what to do in the future. Will this kind of pain that tears the soul gradually subside, or will the torment intensify over time?

The psychological construction in the past three months had no effect, and the line of defense collapsed as soon as she touched it. As long as she truly realized the goodbye of the two, she instantly collapsed to the point of being unable to control herself, and she could no longer remain calm.

Xu Jinchao desperately stared at his wife's face on the oil painting, sad and frightened.

On the side she couldn't see, Song Jiao also left all her dignity and restraint and sat on the floor, accompanying her into a bone-deep daze.

Xu Jinchao said to himself, "Jiaojiao, have you been injured in a car accident? What are you doing now?"

Song Jiao replied: [I am with you. ]

After a while, Xu Jinchao said again, "Don't be sad, live your life well, and I'll be happy."

Song Jiao: [I don't believe it. ]

Xu Jinchao fell silent again and sat sullenly.

The light in the room shifted little by little with the sun, but it never got around the long curtain that protected the painting, burning the smiling little girl in the painting.

Until the light was dyed golden red, her phone rang in her pocket.

Xu Jinchao took out her mobile phone. Song Jiao, who was sitting beside her lap, turned her face and looked at the screen of her mobile phone.

[Gao Luming. ]

Omega wrote down the name and saw Xu Jinchao lowered his eyes to connect, and said in a low voice, "Old Gao?"

Knowing this, it was obviously a close friend, and Song Jiao felt a little relieved.

She no longer cares about privacy or privacy, and she is completely morally corrupt, and she eavesdrops openly.

Gao Luming: "Hurry up and get ready, take care of yourself and put on makeup."

Song Jiao just let go of her heart and immediately raised it again, what is this for? Why did Xu Jinchao dress up?

Xu Jinchao said: "I still don't go, this kind of occasion is not interesting. The only person I still contact in high school is you, and other people may not be able to recognize it when they meet."

Gao Luming persuaded her: "Come on, come out and get some air, and have a good time after dinner. It's interesting that you are bored at home?"

Afterwards, she was soft and hard, and Xu Jinchao said, "Okay, where's the address?"

Gao Luming told her about the class reunion a few days ago that he was dizzy because of the painting, and he didn't plan to go.

But Xu Jinchao hadn't seen Gao Luming for two years. He missed his friend very much, so he was relieved.

After hanging up the phone, Gao Luming sent the address on WeChat. It is a well-known hotel in the city. He also said that the old monitor would pay for it.

She put away her phone, got up and went back to her bedroom, Song Jiao followed her step by step.

Xu Jinchao's eyes were slightly red and swollen from tears, and his expression and body language were dull.

She pushed open the closet, and changed the underwear and bath towels from the inside. Song Jiao knew that she was going to take a bath.

When Xu Jinchao stood under the shower and let the water flow from top to bottom, she almost froze again in the warm water, and after a while, she began to slowly scrub her body.

For some reason, she always felt a little strange, so she turned off the shower after washing for too long, and wrapped herself in a bath towel.

Song Jiao, dressed in winter clothes, was leaning against the bathroom tile wall and staring.

Since she can't talk to Xu Jinchao or hug and hold her hand, she should make up for it in other ways.

Xu Jinchao didn't know that his little wife was huddled in the same bathroom. After she took a shower, dried her hair, she was not in the mood to apply body lotion, and she was not in the mood to put on makeup as Gao Luming said.

In reality, it was midsummer, so she randomly picked out a long dress without high heels, picked up her handbag and went out.

Gao Luming sent a WeChat message: [No pigeons, I just reported your name to the old monitor. ]

Xu Jinchao replied: [No pigeon, waiting for the elevator. ]

Gao Luming: [? ]

Gao Luming: [Good guy, did you make up? ]

Xu Jinchao: [No, I'm not in the mood today. ]

Gao Luming: [Really, don't tell me you didn't even put on lipstick. ]

Xu Jinchao: [You guessed it right. ]

Gao Luming: [Okay, really self-willed. ]

Song Jiao, who was looking at the screen, raised her head and looked at Xu Jinchao's expressionless face.

The beauty of this face does not need to be repeated. Song Jiao has seen more of her kind demeanor and smiling face to others, but now the other party is in a very bad mood, without the gentle aura and the natural aggression in her appearance, she looks as cold as Frost actually appeared as sharp and beautiful as a knife.

Song Jiao thought: She looks good when she wears a sack. It's just right without makeup to save her from recruiting people.

After waiting for the elevator, the two took them downstairs.

The mirror in the elevator showed the expressionless Xu Jinchao, and Song Jiao, who could not leave a picture, put a small translucent hand through her palm, pretending that they were holding hands to go out.

In the underground garage, Xu Jinchao sat in the driver's seat.

Song Jiao took the co-pilot, turned her head and said to her: [I can't fasten my seat belt now. ]

Xu Jinchao came to the hotel where the classmates reunion had dinner, parked the car, and sent a WeChat message to Gao Luming: [Are you there yet? ]

Gao Luming: [Come on, there is a traffic jam on the road. ]

Xu Jinchao was waiting for Gao Luming in the hotel lobby.

The moment she saw Gao Luming, Xu Jinchao was a little excited, she almost went up to give her old friend a hug, restrained her impulse, and showed her first smile today.

Song Jiao, who could not be seen by anyone, puffed her cheeks and turned her face sullenly.

Except for Gao Luming, Xu Jinchao did not have any other high school classmates who were still in contact. He came out this time just to meet friends.

She was not in high spirits and did not actively talk to other people, but there were many old classmates who came to chat with her during the banquet.

Song Jiao looked like a disciple who came to chat with her married wife. She stood beside Xu Jinchao and stared at them vigilantly.

Halfway through the dinner, newcomers entered the box.

The old monitor greeted warmly: "Lin Xiaojia! Oops, they told me before that you wouldn't come to this party, so I don't believe it, isn't it going to happen!"

Because of his loud and exaggerated voice, Song Jiao subconsciously cast her eyes.

This Lin Xiaojia is tall and tall, with long hair and a shawl. It can be seen that she has carefully put on makeup and looks very beautiful.

While perfunctory with the old squad leader, she glanced around the room, locking in the direction of Xu Jinchao.

Song Jiao suddenly had a very bad feeling.

Lin Xiaojia walked over here and really stopped in front of Xu Jinchao: "Long time no see."

This is the green plum that Xu Jinchao grew up with, but they fell out after trying to fall in love. When they broke up, Lin Xiaojia said a lot of harsh words, and the two did not meet again in the next few years.

Xu Jinchao didn't care about her words, but considering the possible embarrassment, when he heard the old monitor call Lin Xiaojia, he pretended not to pay attention.

Unexpectedly, Lin Xiaojia came over by herself, so she nodded at the other party and smiled slightly: "Yes."

Xu Jinchao did not show enthusiasm. In her impression, Lin Xiaojia was a arrogant princess with a temperament. When she was treated lightly, she would turn around and leave immediately.

But Lin Xiaojia sat at the table she was at this time, chatted with Gao Luming, and talked with Xu Jinzao from time to time.

Gao Luming is the common childhood friend of the two of them, and she knows all about them. Lin Xiaojia went out to answer the phone halfway. She approached Xu Jinchao and asked, "Does Xiaojia want to be with you...?"

Xu Jinchao said, "It happened how many years ago we two, don't guess."

Gao Luming: "Oh..."

Who would have guessed that when the banquet was over, some people would go to the bar. Xu Jinchao had no interest. She stood up and Lin Xiaojia spoke behind her.

"Today, wait a minute."

Lin Xiaojia shouted very affectionately, and there was some rare pleading in her expression.

Gao Luming: "I'm going to play with you guys."

The friend left, but Xu Jinchao had to stop. Lin Xiaojia asked, "Do you have time, let's go have a drink?"

Xu Jinchao said, "I'm driving and can't drink."

Lin Xiaojia said, "I mean coffee."

Song Jiao was about to explode, she held Xu Jinzao's arm in her soul state and announced through gritted teeth: "She doesn't drink coffee with other women!" ]

Xu Jinchao smiled and said to Lin Xiaojia, "No, my lover will be jealous."

Song Jiao was very satisfied with her self-consciousness.

Lin Xiaojia pursed her lips, and after a while, she whispered, "That's right, you never lack someone to chase after you, and it's normal to have a girlfriend."

She looked a little disappointed, Xu Jinchao asked, "If there is nothing else, I'll go first?"

Lin Xiaojia looked at her and suddenly said, "You never refused my invitation before."

Xu Jinchao didn't answer her words, just kept a polite smile, and Lin Xiaojia knew that it was impossible for him to make up for the regrets he had accumulated in his heart for many years.

She forced a smile.

"I just wanted to apologize to you today, although it's been too long. I used to have a bad temper, and I was very selfish. I said a lot of insulting things to you when we separated."

Lin Xiaojia said, "I'm sorry, Xu Jinchao."

Xu Jinchao said: "It doesn't matter, I have basically forgotten it now."

She didn't lie. After breaking up, Lin Xiaojia sent her a lot of venting messages using her mobile phone number, and Xu Jinchao only remembered a little.

Lin Xiaojia didn't seem to be completely relieved by Xu Jinchao's words, and finally lowered her head and turned to leave.

Song Jiao consciously won the defense battle, but still glared at Lin Xiaojia's back before following Xu Jinchao's footsteps.

Her gloom was not over tonight.

When he was about to leave the hotel lobby, a female voice shouted from behind, "Xu Jinchao?"

Xu Jinchao looked back, and the person who stopped her was a little surprised: "It's really you."

The young woman's appearance is not outstanding, wearing a tight skirt that shows her figure, wearing jewelry around her neck and earlobes, holding a small bag, and walking on high heels, she looks very charming.

Xu Jinchao didn't recognize anyone for a while, and the other party smiled and said, "I'm Chen Rong."

After her reminder, Xu Jinchao recognized the familiar face from the makeup: "You have changed so much, I don't even dare to recognize it."

Indeed, when she interacted with her, Chen Rong wore a very refreshing and simple dress, and she was completely two people now.

Chen Rong threw her hands at her: "I wanted to do what you like at that time."

Xu Jinchao was a little surprised.

Chen Rong laughed again: "Isn't it, you didn't realize it at all? I invited you to drink in my bar at the earliest, but you were not interested in me, so I made up a lot of oil painting knowledge and went to your art exhibition."

Xu Jinchao has no impression at all. She is not very used to night shows. She has been dragged to bars several times by her friends, but she can't adapt to the environment and always wants to leave quickly.

"I really don't know," she said.

Chen Rong winked at her: "Oh, so you don't have any experience now, right?"

Xu Jinchao didn't expect that she would ask such a question, but Song Jiao was already furious, and she was going to slap her claws at the ex-2.0 who harassed her wife.

Xu Jinchao didn't want to answer, and Chen Rong didn't care either.

"You really puzzled me at that time. Even though you were together, you were still too shy. In the end, I couldn't take it anymore, so I had to separate from you."

She glanced at her watch: "I'm going to be late, let's talk back."

She took out a business card from her handbag and stuffed it into Xu Jinchao: "Contact information."

Xu Jinchao looked down at the business card and found the logo of a quite famous nightclub in the city printed with Chen Rong's name and phone number on the back.

I seem to have been brought here a long time ago.

Song Jiao wished she could burn this card with her eyesight, and saw Xu Jinzao take two steps and threw it into the trash can.

She turned her anger into joy, followed Xu Jinchao happily, and held her with her little transparent hand.

Xu Jinchao walked out of the hotel and went straight to the parking lot to drive home.

The city's neon lights flashed outside the car window, and Song Jiao's mentality in the co-pilot was actually better than when she came.

When Xu Jinchao came home, she put down her bag and went back to the bedroom where the portrait of "Jiaojiao" was hung.

When 'self', who had no memory before, stared at this painting, an indescribable admiration and infatuation rose in his heart. 'self' felt strange and abnormal, but he was uncontrollably attracted.

Now she looked at the wife in the painting, but only felt sad and sad, and said softly, "If you were by my side, you would definitely be very angry tonight."

Song Jiao: [I'm dying of anger! ]

Of course, Xu Jinchao couldn't hear Song Jiao's loud complaints. She stared at Jiaojiao under the dark light: "I really want to hear what you have to say. Even if you lose your temper at me, I will definitely listen with a smile."

Song Jiao: [Then I'm going to start scolding you, so hurry up and laugh. ]

Xu Jinchao, who clearly promised to laugh, almost burst into tears. She took a few deep breaths.

"Good night, Jiaojiao. I have to get used to being alone."

When Xu Jinchao was lying on the bed, his little wife, who could not be seen, was also beside her pillow, staring at her with open eyes, and put his arms around her waist.

This is Song Jiao's exclusive position.

Song Jiao thought she would not be sleepy, but when Xu Jinchao closed her eyelashes and breathed lightly, she slowly closed her eyes.

Maybe you need a break too...

When she regained consciousness, Song Jiao was completely powerless. She was in a terrible state. She opened her eyes and saw an unfamiliar white lampshade above her head.

Song Jiao tried her best to gather up her strength before she lifted one hand and landed on the sheet again, making a thud.

The voice exploded in Song Jiao's mind like thunder.

She has a body, not a soul state!

Song Jiao tried to sit up, but she couldn't do anything. She could only slowly tap the bed with her palm, and she couldn't make a sound when she spoke.

The movement she made seemed to startle someone. A middle-aged woman dressed as a nurse hurried over and exclaimed, "Oh, wake up! Wake up!"

After three full days, Song Jiao was able to move a little freely and speak hoarsely.

During this period, she tried to figure out where she was like crazy, because it was obviously not Juzhou, and there was no one familiar with her.

Listening to the conversation between the nurse and the doctor and nurse, she was a vegetative person who had just woken up. The nurse called her "Miss Song", but she couldn't speak at all, her fingers were not flexible, and she couldn't write or ask questions on her phone.

To restore language function, Song Jiao's first question was: "Am I in Guancheng?"

This is the name of the city she saw on the side of the road when she went out with Xu Jinchao.

Seeing the nurse nodding, she asked again, "Date?"

Song Jiao found that it was only three days away from what she saw on Xu Jinchao's mobile phone screen.

Song Jiao: "Mirror."

In the mirror brought by the nurse, she saw a face that was exactly the same as hers, only a little too thin to lose shape.

She was happy and at a loss, not knowing why this happened. Although she couldn't understand the situation, Song Jiao tried her best to start rehabilitation.

Her progress was rapid, and more than once she was surprised to hear doctors or nurses talk about 'miracles'.

During this period, Song Jiao set out her body's identity background, and her body had the same name as herself. Three years ago, she was injured while skiing abroad and fell into a coma.

She is a single-parent family, and her father, Mr. Song, seems to be very capable. He holds an important position in a multinational company, and now he is not in the country.

Song Jiao has no physical memory at all, which is different from what Xu Jinchao once told herself. This 'Song Jiao' seems to be blank, leaving nothing for her.

The most bizarre thing is that the Omega glands on the back of 'Song Jiao''s neck clearly show that she is different from the rest of the world.

Xu Jinchao told her that her world is only divided into male and female genders, and there is no ABO second gender.

All things considered, it gave her the feeling that 'Song Jiao' was a new identity specially created for her and used by her.

But the will of the world left a heavy psychological shadow on Song Jiao's heart, so she didn't think he would be so kind.

After recovering a little, Song Jiao wanted to see Xu Jinchao quickly.

But although the nurse was quite respectful, she refused to push her out of the hospital for fear of being held accountable by Mr. Song, who hired him.

Song Jiao was so anxious that the nurse brought her mobile phone, but she only knew Xu Jinchao's address, but not the other party's number. How could she contact her?

After more than half a month, she was able to walk a few steps by herself and controlled the wheelchair to turn around in the hospital. Song Jiao didn't listen to the nurse's words "waiting for Mr. Song to come back" and decided to sneak out to find someone by herself.

The password of 'Song Jiao' was the same as her own. She figured out how to use various software, and found that there is a fast business such as mobile payment in this world. She doesn't even need to bother with paper money.

When Song Jiao planned to escape at Guancheng Hospital, Xu Jinchao received news that the teacher was sick and hospitalized.

Her teacher, Professor Xie, is one of the masters of oil painting in China, and Xu Jinchao has benefited a lot from his side.

The old man is old and his health is inevitably bad. This time he was admitted to the hospital because of cardiovascular and cerebrovascular problems. Fortunately, it was not too serious.

Xu Jinchao visited the hospital and talked to the teacher for a while. The old man was very concerned about her psychological state and asked if Xu Jinchao had come out of the painting "Jiaojiao".

It is not a secret that Xu Jinchao drew this portrait out of thin air and then became obsessed with it.

Professor Xie has many students, but most of them are in the Mesozoic generation. Among the new generation, Xu Jinchao is the most outstanding. He will always pay more attention.

Xu Jinchao felt very guilty facing the teacher. In fact, she had been abandoned for two years. She assured the teacher that she would pick up the creation as soon as possible, so that the old gentleman could rest assured.

After leaving the ward building, she faced Xie Jun.

Xie Jun is Professor Xie's granddaughter, and it is unusual for her to be here.

Xu Jinchao retrieved the memory of the dream, and naturally knew that Xie Jun submitted her copy to the art exhibition after her painting was accidentally destroyed as originally, and won the bronze award.

She did not mention this to Professor Xie. The teacher was not in good health and could not make him angry. Xu Jinchao gave Xie Jun a slight nod before leaving.

Xie Jun called her: "Xu Jinchao."

Along with Xu Jinchao, there was Song Jiao who had just come out of the ward building with a wheelchair.

Song Jiao never expected that she would meet the person she was looking for before she left the hospital.

Looking at the familiar back, she was so excited that she almost shouted, and immediately turned around and headed towards Xu Jinchao.

Xu Jinchao looked at Xie Jun: "Is something wrong?"

Xie Jun didn't know why she was called by a ghost or a **** to stop her. She faced Xu Jinchao with a lot of guilt and shame. Although Xu Jinchao did not repaint the painting, but handed in a completely different new draft, she eventually plagiarized it. opponent's manuscript.

She asked, "Have you seen my grandpa?"

Xu Jinchao said: "Yes, the teacher's mental state is not bad. I talked to him for a while."

Perhaps Xu Jinchao's gentle attitude gave her wrong hints, Xie Jun said:

"That painting, the reason why I handed over that painting is because I really like your original work, and I don't want it to be dusty...I don't know what I thought at the time."

After having a big fight with Xu Jinchao, Xie Jun didn't dare to face her and always avoided her.

She has always been a little jealous of Xu Jinchao, the amazing inspiration in her creation, the respect of her grandfather, the favor of her brothers and sisters, these things Xu Jinchao can easily possess.

But Xie Jun couldn't help but be attracted by her paintings and the person she was.

She made friends with Xu Jinchao, pestered her to call senior sister, and became intimate with her, but her unwillingness and jealousy made her desperately smear each other in her heart, so as to comfort herself and gain balance.

Later, her confession to Xu Jinchao's joke was believed by the other party, but she was confused... She didn't clarify with the other party, she still doesn't know what she was thinking.

Maybe she really likes Xu Jinchao a little.

It's just that, driven by deeper jealousy and vanity, Xie Jun did something wrong, and also expressed the darkest thoughts in his heart to Xu Jinchao.

Xie Jun: "And what I said that day was all nonsense. I was deliberately trying to **** you off."

She raised her head and wanted to apologize to Xu Jinchao.

Xu Jinchao looked at his junior sister. This was the first truth that he had not been able to know. Xie Jun's accusations and the stigma of plagiarism that made her bear the burden of greed, once became his own demon.

It's also a bit funny. Xie Jun didn't confess when she was the most painful, but now she doesn't care, but the other party solemnly said it to her.

Song Jiao, who was only a few steps away from Xu Jinchao's back, listened to what the strange girl said to Xu Jinchao.

What else could she have guessed!

The predecessor 3.0 chant!

Let Xu Jinchao deeply entangle and question himself!

Song Jiao wanted to ask her good wife viciously:

Ah, why do I run into an ex on my doorstep? !

But reason told her that it was not romantic at all to turn over the old accounts with her lover when they met again, so she did not accept that the topic of her reunion with Xu Jinchao was the damned ex.

Xie Jun finally said, "I'm sorry."

When these three words were poured out, Xie Jun suddenly felt relieved, as if he had lifted a heavy burden.

Before Xu Jinchao could reply, a pen rolled to his feet and stopped at the heel.

Xu Jinchao looked down at the pen, and swept his gaze in the direction it rolled, and saw the sandals on the pedals of the wheelchair, and the shoe owner's slender ankles.

She looked up along her ankle, and finally met a pale and beautiful face, which made Xu Jinchao's fingertips tremble.

The other party looked up, with an innocent smile who didn't know her, and asked politely with a kiss to a stranger.

"Hello, can you help me pick up a pen?"

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The author has something to say:

Jiaojiao: I'm sorry to disturb you and your ex to reminisce. Your wife, I'm sorry :)