The head fell into a drowsy sleep, and Xiaoqian developed a high fever.
"Your body is very hot, shall I take you to the hospital?" Trish picked her up.
"I want to go home!" Xiaoqian was very persistent, even though she was exhausted.
"Okay." Cui Qian compromised, and carried her back to her home in Dongguan. A musty smell wafted through her nostrils, Cui Qian tidied up the room, let Xiaoqian lie on the bed, went downstairs to buy some fever-reducing medicine, and bought a box of sandalwood by the way.
The smell in the house is terrible, and it has been ventilated for a day and two nights, and there is still a disgusting musty smell. Trish lit the sandalwood, and burned six plates of sandalwood together, which made the smell of the room a little lighter.
In the evening, Xiaoqian's fever subsided, and she was still chanting "brother".
"He's dead," Trish whispered in her ear.
"Did you kill him?" Xiaoqian straightened up from the bed with a face of horror, and asked Cui Qian by the arm.
"I really want to kill him, what's wrong?"
"You can't kill him, he's not wrong, it's me I can't let it go. No one else!"
After staying in Dongguan for three days, Cui Qian started to pack her things after getting up in the morning, turned her back to Xiaoqian, and said calmly: "I can't find a reason to stay any longer!"
? When hearing these calm words, Xiaoqian suddenly felt very uncomfortable. Is it pain? She didn't know how to describe this feeling.
Seeing Trish neatly stuffing things into the travel bag, the memories of these days with Trish kept popping up in my mind. Xiaoqian is now unaccompanied, and after Cui Qian left, she really only has loneliness and memories left. This inexplicable sadness hurt her heart. The one who said he wanted to go home was himself, and the one who said he wanted to find his brother was also himself. Both things came true, but the ending was a big disappointment.
The moment Cui Qian stepped out of the room, Xiaoqian couldn't help holding Cui Qian's hand: "Take me away!"
Cui Qian stopped, thought for a moment, and opened her thin lips: "Have you figured it out?"
"Um."
Xiaoqian made this decision in despair. There is nothing in Dongguan that is worthy of her nostalgia. If she leaves Cui Qian again, she will really have nothing.
"Since you plan to start over, why not change your identity and face!" Cui Qian whispered such a sentence in her ear to Xiaoqian who was drowsy in her arms on the train.
? Although the voice was very soft, the tone did not seem to be taken seriously, but Xiaoqian really listened to it.
"Don't you ask me what kind of business I am in? If I were a human trafficker, I might send you to sell it at the next stop. The buyer may be a country old bachelor in his 50s, or a 40-year-old man who likes to watch The wretched uncle of the yellow disc may also be an otaku who likes to play perverted games"
"Are you willing to sell me?" Xiaoqian pressed her finger against Cui Qian's lips.
"Someday when I run out of money, I'll sell you. It's worth thirty thousand yuan anyway."
"I hate it!" Xiaoqian turned around, but Cui Qian easily pulled her back.
The expression was still joking just now, but suddenly he restrained his smile and even became very serious: "My identity is a 'farmer'."
"Farmer?" Xiaoqian's innocent eyes flashed, and what flashed in her mind was a green vegetable field and heavy ears of rice.
"I'm not talking about that kind of farmer, and I don't know how to explain it to you. I take other people's money and help them clear up the weeds and wild flowers outside their homes. Do you understand?"
"Gardener? Kao?" Xiaoqian still didn't quite understand.
"Hitman!"
Xiaoqian was quite shocked by Cui Qian's words. In fact, she thought that Cui Qian was doing something like a dancer. She was born in Dongguan, so it's not surprising, but she didn't expect Cui Qian to be a professional killer. But think about it carefully, Trish is so skilled, how could she become a dancer, and she has a very bad temper, if Miss Wu had such a temper, there would be no business.
After getting off the train, I have already arrived in Shenzhen. Compared with Dongguan, this place looks more fashionable and grand.
"There is a good plastic surgery hospital in Shenzhen, and I have already contacted the doctor for you." Cui Qian took out an ID card from her travel bag and handed it to Xiaoqian, "From now on, your name will be Lodi, this There is no such person as Yu Wenqian in the world."
It was only later that Xiaoqian found out that the girl on this ID card had died half a year ago. Cui Qian worked hard and went through many times to get this ID card that would not be cancelled. Originally, Cui Qian planned to use it herself, because She also wanted to change her face. As for the reason, Xiaoqian didn't go into it. Because Trish once warned her: "I want to?You know, I will tell you, if I don¡¯t want to say, you should stop asking. "
Xiaoqian underwent face transplant surgery at the doctor named Sun Qitao. There were eight operations in total.
Cui Qian was by Xiaoqian's side during the first four surgeries. After the general anesthesia, she will sleep for more than ten hours. When Xiaoqian wakes up, the first person she sees is Cui Qian. She looked at herself wrapped in gauze and joked that the mummy princess was resurrected.
Not long after Xiaoqian had her fourth operation, Cui Qian took over a load of business. She was afraid that she would not be able to take care of Xiaoqian in time, so after paying all the operation expenses, she paid a large amount of extra nursing expenses and asked the hospital to take care of Xiaoqian 24 hours a day. Cui Qian had a little friendship with that Dr. Sun, so she entrusted this matter to him.
?After the sixth operation, Xiaoqian woke up feeling a little pain in her lower body. At first, she thought that her underwear was not exposed to the sun in time, which caused gynecological inflammation. But I thought again, because of the operation, I was removing the salt injection almost every day, so how could there be inflammation. Xiaoqian planned to tell Cui Qian, but she was afraid of disturbing her business, so she didn't make that call.
When the seventh operation was completed, Xiaoqian slept for another day and night under general anesthesia. After waking up, she felt sweaty and sticky on her body, so she went to the bathroom to take a shower after filling the salt water. In the mirror, she suddenly found a red mark on her neck. Since then, Xiaoqian has had an ominous premonition, related to what happened last time, she felt that someone had violated her when she was under general anesthesia.
"If you let me know which bastard did it, I'll chop off his hand!" Cui Qian held Xiaoqian in her arms, her fists clenched tightly.
Before the last operation, Sun Qitao came to give Xiaoqian a preoperative examination.
"The skin is growing very well. This is the last revision operation. After it is completed, she will be a great beauty." Sun Qitao chatted with the two while checking.
"Dr. Sun's plastic surgery is the best in Shenzhen, and I plan to come to you for a facial in the second half of the year."
"It's Sun's honor that Ms. Cui is willing to visit."
Although it was just an ordinary conversation, Xiaoqian found that Cui Qian's eyes suddenly flashed a cold light, as sharp as a sword.
When asked afterwards, Cui Qian told her that when Sun Qitao reached out for his pocket, she saw a corner of the condom packaging bag. Of course, this is something.
Xiaoqian was injected with anesthesia and slowly fell asleep. Cui Qian said goodbye to Sun Qitao, saying that she had an appointment with a client and was in a hurry to discuss business, and she couldn't come for two days, and hoped that Dr. Sun would take good care of Xiaoqian. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com