599 I like the color of blood
“Hurry up!” He said to Yu qinghuan.
Yu qinghuan weaved through the rows of clothes hangers and picked out a few bright red dresses.
She measured the size with her hands and only kept the ones that she felt were suitable.
red? ” Carter was puzzled. why is it all red? ”
Yu qinghuan smiled at him. don’t you think that Yingluo and the rest look like blood? ” she asked.
Carter’s body trembled, and a chill crept up his back.
“I like the color of blood.” Yu qinghuan said with a smile.
“Yueyue bought it if she liked it.”
Carter took a deep breath. It seemed like there was nothing wrong with a killing machine liking blood.
Walking out of the underground shopping mall, Yu qinghuan looked up at the piercing sunlight in the sky, and her eyes suddenly became wet.
Before she became like this, she definitely didn’t like to wear red.
However, he could no longer go back to the past.
She no longer had the right to have those pure colors.
……
Sheng nanxuan brought Gong mo to the Yu family again. The Yu family welcomed them warmly. Especially Yu Zhengming and Wu surong, who were extremely happy.
“You didn’t come after last time, so I thought you didn’t like it!” Wu surong said.
“Where?” Gong mo said, ” but it’s not good to disturb me. I’m afraid that if we come too often, you’ll dislike us.”
“How could this be? I can’t wait for you to move in!” Wu surong said.
“You can come over if you have time,” said Min Ling. There’s usually no one at home, so it’s quite deserted.”
Wu surong nodded,”ever since they started working, they’ve all bought houses outside. They’re too lazy to come back, as if they’re afraid I’ll bother them!” But on the weekends, everyone will come back for a meal. In the future, when you all come, it will be more lively for everyone.”
Gong mo looked at Sheng nanxuan, who nodded. “Sure, I’ll come over when I have time. How about I come here at least once a week in the future? If grandma finds it annoying, I can come once a month.”
“Once a week!” Wu surong hurriedly said, ” it’s a deal then! Once a week, only more, no less!”
okay. Sheng nanxuan smiled and nodded.
It was only after lunch that Sheng nanxuan asked the two elders for Yu qinghuan’s photo.
Wu surong was annoyed,”I was too busy talking about other things last time and forgot.” Your mother loved to take photos when she was young, so she had a lot of photos. I even drew a few portraits of her. ”
“Can I have a portrait?”
“If you like it, then go pick one!”
Wu surong had her own study. Because she often painted, the study was more like a studio, but it had more space for bookshelves and antiques.
After entering the study, Wu surong opened a cabinet and took out a few photo albums.”It’s all here,”
Sheng nanxuan flipped it open. The photos were a little old, but they were still clear.
In the photo, Yu qinghuan was wearing light-colored clothes, and her hair was as black as ink. It was either draped or tied up, sometimes in a ponytail, making her look pretty and lively. Sometimes, her twin ponytails drooped down her ears, looking fresh and cute; Sometimes, she would make a loose braid, simple and smart.
She was a real beauty, but not as gorgeous as she was in the FARC laboratory.
Sheng nanxuan knew that after so many years, it was only natural that things would change.
He flipped through all the photo albums and realized that Yu qinghuan rarely wore red clothes in the photos. Occasionally, there would be a piece, but it was only a part of it. It would not be completely red.
Could it be that Wanwan wasn’t yu qinghuan?
It should be. Otherwise, why would she let him go and kill Sheng Zhongtian and Liu Xuelan?