Chapter 815

Shen Qingci's nature also sat down and watched him eat. Now he doesn't need her to feed him. He doesn't know how many kilograms of iron chains are wrapped around his wrists, which can also be lifted.

"I've been eating a lot lately."

She pinched her face, "Do you think I'm fat?"

"fine."

However, Lao Hengjue tried his best to make her eat more, but Naihe's Shen Qingci was not a picky eater, but he didn't like to eat, and he ate very little for one meal, so they were married. For a long time, he hadn't raised any meat from her.

This time, he has lost a lot of money again. Fortunately, his complexion is not bad, otherwise, he would really worry about her.

Shen Qingci frowned, "I've worked hard to eat."

Yes, she is really working hard and eating very hard. She is trying to support herself. Could it be that she didn't gain weight at all?

"What did you say when can I get fat?"

Shen Qingci pinched his face again.

"Why are you getting fat?"

Lao Hengjuu didn't understand. Most women in Beijing regard thinness as their beauty. If they are fat, they don't dare to drink more soup. What's the matter?

"If I'm fat, he won't bother me anymore."

Shen Qingci was still worried about how to make himself fat.

"Then you have to wait," Lao Hengju shook his head, Shen Qingci was not a physique that was easy to eat fat, no matter how much he eats, he just supports himself, but he is far from gaining weight.

Shen Qingci patted her stomach, what should I do? I can still stand it now, and she doesn't want to eat dinner at night. In fact, let alone dinner, she doesn't even want to eat tomorrow's food.

But she had to eat it again. If she didn't eat it, where would his meal come from?

After packing up the bowl, Shen Qingci was about to leave, but suddenly, she raised her face and stared at Lao Hengjuan seriously.

"Do you know who I am?"

She asked Luo Hengxuan, and her intuition was telling her so.

He knew him, for sure, right?

"Yes."

Brandon didn't hide it either.

"What is my name?"

Shen Qingci wanted to know her name, Qingqing was not her name, she was sure that she had no memory, but she would not be so unfamiliar with her name, so there was only one explanation, that is, she His name is not Qingqing.

"Your name……"

Luo Hengju's voice paused for a moment, and this is what continued.

"Your name is Shen Qingci."

"Shen Qingci?"

Shen Qingci recited the name over and over again, really, unlike Qingqing, Qingqing felt very unfamiliar to him, but when she recited the three words Shen Qingci, there was an inexplicable familiarity. Think up.

So, this is her name.

She could always be sure.

"Then am I his concubine?"

She asked again, and the speed of her speech was also a little uneasy. She didn't want to do this. She didn't want to be someone else's concubine, but if she really became someone else's concubine, she felt that she could die.

What else do you have to do to live, to spoil yourself so much.

Luo Hengju suddenly smiled warmly like a pear blossom.

"Of course not. No matter if you have no memory, you will not be a concubine with someone."

Shen Qingci suddenly felt her eyes warm, she pinched the corner of her clothes,

She got it.

Crawling out of the dog hole, she was about to go back, but she heard footsteps, and she hid not far away, watching a long-faced guard outside take out a key from her body, Then opened the door.

Well, she remembered this man's face.

And she must have the key in her hand.

It's been a few days since Qi Yuan came back, and she must finish it within a few days. Otherwise, when Qi Yuan comes back, she feels that even if the person inside doesn't die, he will still have half his life.

For some reason, she just didn't want the people inside to have an accident, or nothing could happen.

But what can she do to get the key, what can she do to rescue him?

And because of her thoughts at this time, she was too heavy, and as a result, she bumped her head against a tree, and suddenly there was a sharp pain in her head, she couldn't help touching her aching head, Fortunately, it just hurts, but it's not stupid. Unconsciously, she patted her head soothingly, but when she touched the back of her head, she seemed to have touched something?

She touched it again in disbelief. This ice-cold thing seemed to grow on her head, but when did this kind of thing grow in her head? No, it didn't grow out of her head, but it was impossible for a human to grow something like this.

She didn't believe that she touched it again, or did she feel that this kind of thing should not grow on a human body, and what does this kind of thing look like?

Like a nail.

Yes, it feels like a nail.

And such an iron needle actually grew on the back of her head.

Who did this, who nailed this thing to the back of her head?

She pursed her lips tightly. She will definitely find out about this matter. If you let her know who persecuted her, even if it is reincarnation, she will keep this hatred in her heart.

"Madam, what's the matter with you?" Seeing Shen Qing's resignation, Anan hurriedly came up to meet her, but she also found that her face was a little gloomy.

"Nothing," Shen Qingci rubbed his hair, and then walked in calmly.

She walked to the side of the bed and lay down. As usual, she didn't like to go out, especially when it was night, she didn't even want to take a step, and what she did most was to lie down. The bed collapsed on top, and it was dawn as soon as I lay down.

And she couldn't be better served like this.

Anan closed the door clearly, and walked out, and then he stood guard outside, and he didn't dare to make too much noise.

While the candles on the table were on and off, the flames also jumped up a bit.

Shen Qingci sat up, then walked to the table, took the small scissors on one side and cut off the wick, and then sat down.

She reached out and touched the back of her head.

Then he squeezed his fingers hard, and this was the beginning of pulling out those iron nails.

Just as soon as she moved, a lot of cold sweat oozes out from above her forehead.

She grasped the table tightly, and clenched her teeth hard, letting the cold sweat on her forehead fall down drop by drop.

This kind of pain is unbearable.

And this kind of pain is unbearable.

She was still pulling it out. It felt like something had been abandoned by her. This kind of pain, cutting the flesh and grinding the bones, was so painful that she wanted to give up.

At this time, her clothes were almost soaked through, and even her hands were powerless to grasp the table, but she still kept her eyes calm and pulled out the iron needles little by little.