Chapter 472 Girls Help Girls (Upper Middle)

Qiao Yu came to the corner. Two or three meters away, suffocating black clouds pressed down heavily.

This was a feeling that only she could feel. In fact, there was just a sobbing girl curled up there.

The girl cried in a low voice, shedding tears and retching at the same time. All her good-looking makeup was gone, which made her collapsed look even more eerie.

She was wearing a long black dress with a slim fit, showing off the feminine beauty as much as possible without being exposed. You can imagine how elegant and appropriate such a dress looks in front of everyone.

But now, the skirt was wrinkled, stained, and as embarrassed as the girl herself.

Qiao Yu approached half a meter away and squatted down.

She didn't make a sound, didn't do anything, and didn't need to do anything, because just the girl's cry mixed with neighing made her completely feel the tearing heartbreak.

In just a moment, Qiao Yu became her kind. They exuded the same soft and fragile aura, and tears fell uncontrollably.

Pan Jing sat slumped on the ground, curled up and trembling. Her stomach juices surged up, and her ears were buzzing. She didn't even notice that anyone was coming.

Qiao Yu changed from crouching to half-kneeling, keeping her eye level, and moved over carefully.

The sobs of collapse filled Qiao Yu's ears, and she gently hugged the desperate and heavy black cloud.

"Are you okay?" she asked quietly.

Pan Jing finally realized Qiao Yu's presence. Her shoulders trembled and she turned her head away and retched again. Her face was covered with tears and snot, and there was a faint trace of saliva on her lips. She was embarrassed and miserable.

Qiao Yu realized that the girl's mind was showing signs of confusion and was about to go crazy, and her heart suddenly sank.

She tentatively took out a tissue, pushed aside Pan Jing's messy long hair, and gently wiped the corners of her mouth.

Pan Jing was still crying. The tears flowed down automatically. Her eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, like two dry wells being squeezed desperately. Even if the water was about to drain out, she still shed tears forcefully.

She did not resist Qiao Yu's approach and touch. Even though her rationality had completely collapsed, she instinctively felt that he was a harmless person of the same kind who could understand her.

Pan Jing's lips moved.

Fortunately, Qiao Yu's ears were strong enough to hear the inaudible breath sound.

"……Disgusting……"

Pan Jing's eyes were fixedly looking at one place, but seemed to have no focus.

She murmured: "How disgusting."

Strong sourness surged into Qiao Yu's nose. She closed her eyes, hugged Pan Jing and cried with her.

This is not the right time to do anything, but physically expressing "I am here" is the greatest comfort.

Pan Jing was trembling violently in Qiao Yu's arms, making noises from time to time, and then coughing in pain.

Her whole body was cold, as if her blood was no longer warm, her life was being sucked away drop by drop, and there was no hope at all.

Qiao Yu half-hugged Pan Jing and pressed her side face against her cold forehead.

"I'm here." She cried and threw herself into the dark clouds, "I'm here..."

Pan Jing sobbed, her arms helpless and helpless. She wanted to hug herself tightly, but she resisted touching the unclean things - she was the one who was dirty, so she felt dirty when she touched herself. Have to hesitate.

There are many girls who are born to cherish their own treasures.

It is clean, pure, and unique. It carries the yearning and yearning for beautiful love, and tells the shy whispers from a girl to a woman. Perhaps in the future, we will witness the clear and tender maternal love, welcoming the arrival of a little life amidst anxiety and strength. .

Such a meaningful treasure should be cherished.

The girls put it away properly and protected it carefully, and only waited until the most important day in their lives before opening it and their hearts to their lovers.

However, before that day came, the pure and fragile treasure was stained and damaged by someone with a grin.

What followed was a flood of collapse and nausea.

——Just imagine, if a mysophobic or a perfectionist has something extremely valuable that they have protected for many years, but it is ruthlessly, cruelly, and obscenely destroyed, what will they do? What do you think?

If a beautiful figure is smashed by a naughty child, will its owner be heartbroken?

If an extremely expensive and special colored glass lamp is pushed off a high building and falls into pieces, will the person who collected it be angry and sad at the same time?

But these external objects can be put away properly. If their owners no longer want to recall the pain that feels like their hearts are bleeding, then just put them somewhere where they can't see them, and wait quietly for time to repair the wounds and erase the memories. .

But the treasures of girls grow on their bodies.

It cannot be goryly carved out and thrown away.

So they have to carry the dirty treasures from the past with them for the rest of their lives, unable to throw them away or forget them. In their dreams, they are filled with the vicious laughter of the villains and the severe pain that almost tears them in half, and then they become more and more disgusted day by day. The contaminated self.

The dark cloud always hangs over their hearts.

Who wouldn’t want to throw a water glass crawled by cockroaches into the trash can?

Who wants to continue wearing clothes that have been splashed with swill?

But what if it was you who was dirty?

Pan Jing just wanted to die immediately.

The nausea was like a downpour. The heavy raindrops hit my eyes and heart. It also shattered my stomach, leaving a big hole. It was cold and painful.

The only thing she wants to do now is to throw herself away from the world.

Now that the dirt is gone, she must not feel so uncomfortable.

Qiao Yu's body temperature was inversely proportional to the temperature of her tears, so she wrapped herself up persistently.

She sniffed, tears falling with every blink.

"It's all over." Qiao Yu repeated softly with a trembling voice, "It's all over... Come on, let's sit up and take a breath, okay?"

Pan Jing leaned in her arms blankly, her eyes were dead and only tears kept flowing.

Qiao Yu closed her eyes in discomfort, and suppressed her breathing into a dull black-grey color, like a vague murmur in sleep.

"Where is your primary school?" she asked gently.

"..." Pan Jing's eyes moved blankly, "Huai...cheng..."

"Huaicheng, is there a lot of delicious food?" Qiao Yu spoke softly and patted her arm gently.

"...Well..." Pan Jing blinked slowly.

"What's your favorite food?" Qiao Yu rubbed his side of his face against her forehead, softly, just like his mother who held her in her arms when she was young.

……Mother?

Pan Jing's breathing became a little colorful: "Mom... the food my mother makes... is delicious..."

"Okay, what delicious dishes does she know how to cook?"

"...tofu...Pingqiao tofu...fish balls..."

Accompanied by the slow and soft murmur, there was a little more ink in the black clouds. It was gray, still dim, but at least it was not rich black.

Pan Jing blinked faster, only slightly slower than normal.

"Let's go back and eat when we have time, okay?" Qiao Yu's voice was still soft.

"……okay……"

"Sit up slowly now, okay? The ground is cold."

"Um……"

Pan Jing was supported by Qiao Yu and raised her upper body up. Her expression was still dull, but her tears were no longer gushing.

She blinked blankly at her, her eyelids quivering like a lost child.

"Are your eyes very dry?" Qiao Yu took off the mask before coming. Now she reached out to take off the hat and put it on the dull and helpless Pan Jing. Then she stretched out her hands and gently covered it with her soft palms. Cover her eyes.

"Come on, take a rest." She guided her step by step, "Close your eyes and rest for a while... Yes... don't worry, your hat is on, so no one will see you..."

"Can't...?" Pan Jing murmured.

"No." Although Qiao Yu's voice was soft, his tone was very firm, "No one will know."

"good……"

Pan Jing's trembling was no longer so severe.

The temperature in the palm of her hand was not comparable to that of a hot towel, but it was already rare heat at this time. Qiao Yu looked for topics and grabbed Pan Jing's attention every few moments, allowing her to slowly regain her ability to think.

After more than ten minutes, Qiao Yu put down his slightly sore hands.

Pan Jing blinked her eyes, and the focus of her eyes moved as her hand moved, and her confusion turned into slight confusion.

"The makeup is a bit messy." Qiao Yu took out some paper towels and wet wipes and looked at Pan Jing seriously, "Let's take it off first, okay?"

Pan Jing nodded slowly, as if she finally had some consciousness, and thought for a moment before looking down at her little bag.

"Makeup removal..." She raised her hand slowly, like a doll that had just come to life. "Makeup removal cotton... I brought it..."

"Okay." Qiao Yu pressed the bottom of the bag for her, "You are so attentive."

Any bit of affirmation and praise is particularly important at this moment. Pan Jing didn't express anything about this sentence, but when Qiao Yu gently pressed the makeup remover soaked in makeup remover on her face, she suddenly spoke in a weak voice. road:

"I... put on makeup for two hours..."

"You work so hard." Qiao Yu answered softly.

"Well...because today, I have to speak..."

"I see." Qiao Yu further relaxed his force while wiping around his eyes, "What are you going to talk about?"

"Product, product's... opinion." Pan Jing's voice had a little more strength, "I have been preparing for a long time..."

"Well, well." Qiao Yu put down the cotton pad and looked at it carefully before raising it again, "Then what?"

"Then……"

Pan Jing followed her words and said, "I said it very well... everyone, my boss, liked it very much... and then Zhang..."

"open……"

She shivered violently and bent over to vomit, but there was nothing that could be vomited out, only retching that was uncomfortable enough just to hear it.

Qiao Yu quickly stroked Pan Jing's back and hugged her again.

"No more, no more."

Pan Jing's tears fell again, and she leaned into Qiao Yu's arms and said "hmm" with a thick nasal voice.

"Let's continue removing makeup and focus on removing makeup, okay?" Qiao Yu held a tissue in her other hand and wiped her mouth.

Pan Jing sniffed and nodded helplessly.

"By the way, what's your name?" Qiao Yu held her face in one hand and wiped it carefully and carefully with a makeup remover in the other.

"Pan Jing..."

"That sounds good." Qiao Yu smiled slightly, "I am... Qin Yuqiao. Well, just call me Qiaoqiao."

"Yeah." Pan Jing nodded again.

"Jingjing, what do you want to do now?" Qiao Yu's tone is still soft, but it has transitioned from black gray to light orange, as plain and natural as a chat between best friends.

Pan Jing trembled, her eyes flashed, and she murmured: "Take a shower. Go home and take a shower."

"Okay, it's already very late. Can I go back with you?" Qiao Yu held her face and looked at it, making sure that all the makeup was removed before putting away the makeup remover.

Pan Jing nodded quickly, so fast that she seemed to be trembling.

Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta.

The tips of Qiao Yu's ears twitched, and she heard someone running quickly with bare feet.

The footsteps were heavy, and I was very anxious, but my destination was not clear. I ran and stopped, maybe I was looking for someone...

The sound got closer and closer. Qiao Yu could tell from the sound of breathing and the friction of clothing that it was a girl, so he didn't take any immediate measures.

What's more, Pan Jing's condition at this time is not suitable for transfer.

"...Ah! Jingjing!"

The girl turned the corner and first saw Pan Jing in a black skirt. She was quickly stunned because of the hat on her head and Qiao Yu kneeling next to her.

Under the dim street light, the tear stains on Qiao Yu's face were obvious. The harmless and concerned aura around him was so strong that he could tell at a glance that he was a kind-hearted passerby who was lending a helping hand.

Min Yuanyuan was stunned for a moment, and then quickly turned her attention back to Pan Jing. Tears were shining in her eyes, and she was still breathing heavily due to the fierce sprint, but within a few seconds, she struggled to Swallowing her burning throat, she rushed over to pull Pan Jing up.

"Are you being bullied?" She said quickly with the speed of a machine gun under her turbulent breathing. "Just now after the team building was over, I looked everywhere for you and couldn't find you. You didn't respond when I called and sent messages. I was scared to death. ! Sister Lin only said that you were not feeling well and left first. If I hadn’t seen some managers looking strange when they were chatting, I would have almost believed it!"

She couldn't help but squat down, and when Qiao Yu had no time to stop her, she took one of Pan Jing's arms and said anxiously:

"Is it molestation or did he get it? Did he wear a condom? Is there any evidence? Audio, video or those things inside you? Hurry up, go to the police! Go get the evidence! Go catch that bastard now! It can't be in vain Being bullied!”

Pan Jing staggered as she pulled her down, and her body that had finally calmed down began to tremble violently. She even sat down again and curled up towards the corner.

"No, I don't," her lips trembled, and her face showed a look of collapse again, "Nothing - nothing - nothing happened -"

Min Yuanyuan was even more excited than she was, and she burst into tears: "What are you doing!"

The bad guys must be caught! Mu Mu and Xiaoyan's expressions didn't seem right. They wondered if they were being taken advantage of. How could they swallow their anger at this time? It's obviously those bastards who are disgusting, why should the people being bullied bear the harm? !

"Hurry up! I just called the police, but they said that if they find someone, it's not considered missing and they can't call the police. It's not too late for us to go to the nearest police station now!"

Min Yuanyuan squeezed Pan Jing's hand hard, almost begging, "Please, be strong, okay? You must stay calm at this time and keep the evidence. You can identify him when the sample and test results come out! You must do it!" Don’t swallow your grievances yourself!”

Pan Jing opened her mouth "Ahhh" and could only make breathy sounds. Her eye sockets were about to burst, and bloodshot threads were piercing her pupils like spider webs with steel needles.

A frightening aura came straight towards Min Yuanyuan who kept talking. For a moment, she couldn't tell whether it was anger or coldness, and she shuddered subconsciously.

One hand blocked Min Yuanyuan's shaking hand that was firmly holding Pan Jing's, and she couldn't help but fall backwards to the ground.

The angle of the backlight cast a shadow on that stunning face, and Qiao Yu glanced at Min Yuanyuan expressionlessly.

"Quiet," she said.

4200+, which is a share of 10.6 and 10.7. I have to catch a flight tomorrow, so it’s not convenient to update, so I’ll post it in advance together.