Mi Qiao was finally brought home by Xiao Mengyun.
Xiao's father and Xiao's mother were very happy.
Ayun's life event was finally settled.
The family cooked a table of delicious dishes as a celebration.
At night, Mi Qiao was held tightly by the man next to her.
Xiao Mengyun carefully examined her appearance under the light.
In fact, she had changed a lot, but she could vaguely see the shadow of her childhood.
If they hadn't told him the truth, he probably would never have thought in that direction.
Maybe in his heart, A'duo really won't come back.
Mi Qiao's cheeks were hot as he stared at her, and she reached out to hold his shoulders.
This was the first time that she took the initiative to reach out and touch him.
The matter between the two of them had been settled.
She now felt that her heart was at peace and she no longer had to hide it.
She has really been looking forward to this feeling for so long, so long Xiao Mengyun reached out and pinched Mi Qiao's face, "A'duo, are you really my A'duo?"
Mi Qiao suddenly smiled, her curved eyebrows became even cuter, and she winked at Xiao Mengyun.
"Brother Ayun, have you forgotten?
I have a black mole on my back.
I showed it to you when I was little."
When Xiao Mengyun heard her say this, he believed that he was really not dreaming.
He hugged her and said with a hint of ambiguity in his tone, "Then I want to confirm it now, okay?"
Mi Qiao blushed, bit her lip, and didn't answer, just looked at him with a smile.
They were the purest children and the closest couple.
They had done the most intimate things, but after recognizing each other's identities, they began to look at each other again.
Xiao Mengyun looked at her deeply, with joy in his eyes.
He gently turned her over and took off her top.
Seeing which mole on her fair back was exactly the same as the one he saw when she was a child, he reached out and touched her back.
Mi Qiao trembled slightly, lying on the bed and giggling.
"A'duo, why are you laughing?"
Xiao Mengyun was puzzled.
Mi Qiao laughed for a long time and only replied with one word, "Itchy." "" Xiao Mengyun positioned her over and kissed her lips.
Mi Qiao didn't expect that he would come so suddenly.
She trembled, but was hugged tightly by Xiao Mengyun, letting him suck her and ravage her.
It took twenty years for the two to go from their childhood vows to the reality of marriage.
They only needed the courage to kiss.
After a long time, Xiao Mengyun let go of her, his body covered with long-lost joy.
Mi Qiao could feel the cherishment radiating from him.
Xiao Mengyun looked at her and asked about what happened back then, "A'duo, I looked for you for a long time but couldn't find you.
Where did you go?"
Mi Qiao recalled the past, the smile on her face obviously dimmed a lot, and she snuggled into Xiao Mengyun's arms.
Xiao Mengyun accepted her steadily, "It's okay A'duo, just tell me if you have anything to do.
You have me by your side now, and no one can hurt you."
Mi Qiao waited for a long time before speaking, "The incident happened suddenly.
When my parents were doing business outside, they provoked powerful people.
They knocked me unconscious while I was running away.
When I woke up, , I was tied up in a small dark room, and then he called my parents and asked them to give me something in exchange."
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Xiao Mengyun listened quietly and stroked her back with his palms to comfort her.
"I went to your house to look for you, but your parents said they hadn't come back.
Later, the door to your house was locked and no one was there."
"Yes," Mi Qiao answered, with great sadness pouring out of her heart.
"They were killed by those bad guys.
They killed my parents with extremely cruel methods in front of me.
They held a half-meter-long With the steel knife, I killed my parents.”
Her body was shaking and she couldn't help but start crying.
Although twenty years have passed, the bloody and gloomy scene will never be erased from Mi Qiao's heart.
Xiao Mengyun could feel the pain in her heart.
She was so young at the time and saw such a bloody scene with her own eyes.
How could she not have psychological shadow?
What's more, the victim was her closest relative.
How helpless and frightened she must have been at that time: