Chapter 1651: Seeing you, it hurts me here

Through the long aisle of the auditorium, Ji Mianmian could not hear the voice of Yan Qingsi on the stage. All her attention was in the back.
The people in the auditorium were both with their necks in the stands. No one noticed them at all.
He couldn't walk fast, his legs seemed a bit stiff, and his back was straight.
Ji Mianmian didn't know what was happening to him. He was like a demon, so he followed.
The man went down the stairs and left through the backstage passage.
Ji Mianmian followed, and she seemed to be bewildered. Her eyes kept staring at the person in front, and all other sounds could no longer drift into her ears ...
Now there are not many people in the background, and occasionally someone walks by. They are all the staff of the organizer. No one pays attention to them.
Only some people think that Ji Mianmian's expression seems a bit wrong, and looked at it twice, but just looked at it twice.
No one is busy. Who cares about others?
The corridor is very long, turning one turn, another turn, and then go forward, you can take the elevator directly to the underground parking lot on the second floor.
The empty corridor could only hear the footsteps of two people. Standing in front of the elevator, the man stopped. Ji Mianmian was only three or four steps away from him, and stopped.
She stared at the back foolishly, but she burst into tears without knowing it.
The human said: "Miss, follow me all the way, don't know what's going on?"
The voice was still hoarse, faint, a little cold, but inexplicable, it seemed that there were two points gently entangled between the teeth.
Upon hearing his voice, Ji Mianmian's body was shaking. She wanted to come to him, but her feet seemed to be unable to move. It took a long time for her to say: "Let me see ... your face ?"
"Do you want to see me all the way with me?"
His voice sounded slightly surprised, as if a little weird.
Ji Mianmian's voice trembled: "Yeah ... I want to see what you look like."
The man seemed hesitant. After a while, Ji Mianmian saw him turn slowly.
Under the light, it ’s a face, so you can see a face that makes people feel dreamy, with complexion like snow, exquisite facial features, perfect beyond imagination, beyond the aesthetics of gender, beautiful unlike real, standing as if projected A fantasy, dare not reach out to poke, fearing it will break.
Ji Mianmian looked very carefully. Her eyes, her eyebrows, her nose ... her lips ... and even her hair and eyelashes she could not wait to see clearly.
But this is not Ye Shaoguang's face, but ... why, when he sees him, she will have a kind of pain, as if it is tearing.
Two different faces seemed to be completely fused together.
He looked at Ji Mianmian, seeing her face full of tears, alas, and asked, "Why are you crying?"
Ji Mianmian murmured: "I don't know, I see you ... I want to cry, why?"
He smiled: "This question ... shouldn't Miss ask yourself?"
The tears in Ji Mianmian's eyes kept rolling out. She raised her trembling hand and pointed at her heart: "I see you ... I'm in pain here ..."
After he froze for a moment, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Miss, you seem to need a doctor. I can call you for ambulance, or I can be outside to help you stop a car."
Ji Mianmian stared at him obsessively: "You ... really, don't you know me?"
He smiled: "Do you think we know each other?"