C801 Idiot
Before this, every minute and every second, Le Youyou hoped to see the resurrected Gong Mingchuan.
But she was also afraid that she would really see him alive.
That night, his blood had dried up, and he had clearly jumped off the cliff.
If he was really alive, he could only become a living corpse Butterfly Man. . .
If Gong Mingchuan really became a Butterfly Man, he would never be able to return.
The man in front of her was clearly Gong Mingchuan. However, reason told her that. . . This man is definitely not him anymore.
He was just Mingchuan's life, which was indirectly continuing. . .
Le Youyou and the man in the room looked at each other for a few seconds. A complicated look flashed across her eyes. They had not seen each other for a long time. They were touched, in pain, and in hope. . .
In the end, she finally could not hold back her tears flowing freely. . .
The man in the room saw that the woman who was peeping outside the window seemed to have been scared to tears by him.
After staring at her for a long time, the man gave her a slap. A woman pushed open the door and entered. It was Ren Susu.
The man pointed at the woman who was crying outside the door and frowned slightly. "My secret was discovered by her. . . She was scared to tears by me. . . "
This short sentence conveyed two messages.
First, the secret of him having wings on his back was discovered by this strange woman.
Second, this woman was quite frightened.
Ren Susu turned her head to look outside the window and saw the strange woman who was covering her face and retreating step by step.
Ren Susu's pupils contracted. She opened the door and grabbed the woman's arm. "Who are you? How did you get on the Gong's's boat? Did the Huo family send you here?"
Although this ship was a cruise ship, they had booked the entire ship. When had they ever allowed strangers to board it?
This woman must be a spy, a spy, a killer. . . In short, she wasn't a good person.
Le Youyou could not help but be stunned.
Ren Susu actually did not recognize her. She even suspected that she was sent by Huo family to follow them?
That's right. Not only did Ren Susu not recognize her, even Gong Mingchuan did not recognize her.
Her face completely changed into Han Xien's appearance.
In the past, she also had plastic surgery, but no matter what she did, Gong Mingchuan could recognize her and even pestered her.
But now. . . He actually could not recognize her?
Could it be that her information was wrong? Once that man's nerve center was occupied by the butterfly strain, even his memories about her would be erased?
If he did not have memories, even if he turned into a Butterfly Man and looked the same as Gong Mingchuan, he was afraid that it would not be the continuation of Mingchuan's life. . .
These days, she had always wanted to see him. As long as his life continued, she didn't care if he was controlled by the butterfly strain or not.
But now, he actually didn't recognize her at all. If he really loved someone, shouldn't he be able to recognize her aura no matter what she changed into? Her feeling, her gaze?
Looking at the man's eyes that were filled with an unfamiliar gaze, Le Youyou's heart was filled with emotions. Suddenly it hurts.
At this moment, Gong Mingchuan finished putting on his clothes and walked out of the room. The moment he passed by, the man's frozen phoenix eyes glanced at Le Youyou who was peeping and said to Ren Susu, "Search her accomplices and bring them to the restaurant for interrogation. . . "1
Twenty minutes later, Yeh Zhan and Le Youyou were escorted by a few tall black clothed bodyguards to kneel in the luxurious dining hall on the cruise.
Gong Mingchuan elegantly sat in the dining hall. He wore a white shirt and waved his knife and fork in boredom.
Le Youyou really wanted to stand up, but the bodyguards behind her were like iron walls. She tried to resist several times but was heavily pressed under Gong Mingchuan's suit pants.
Gong Mingchuan, you idiot! I am kneeling in front of you alive, but you actually can't recognize me! My brain must have been eaten by a butterfly. . .
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