Song Yiruo shouted, "Brother Song!" chased out two steps and came back to pull Su Meng, who was still not moving, and ran, "You follow too!

"Su Ling!" Song Qingzhi didn't say much, and swung his fist over, his sleeves flying, bringing a gust of wind.

Su Ling, who was drunk, reacted slowly, and received this punch alive, and the corners of his mouth instantly flowed blood.

"Brother Song, you stop first!" Song Yiruo was a little anxious, but he didn't dare to step forward.

Only then did Su Ling react, stabilized his body and coldly shot back at Song Qingzhi.

Song Qing was ruthless with his moves, almost hitting the door of his life, and he couldn't wait to kill Su Ling.

Su Ling was not to be outdone, and the more he fought, the more ruthless he became.

Su Meng watched, just like that, not knowing what she was thinking.

"You're still looking funny, stop it, the two of them are going to die!" Song Yiruo shook Su Meng, not in a hurry.

Su Meng was shaken by something, and saw the moon cutting knife on Su Ling's palm, small and sharp.

"Su Ling, stop!" Su Meng instinctively stepped forward and ran straight towards Su Ling.

"Ah Meng!" Song Qingzhi hugged Su Meng tightly, ignoring the blood mark on his arm, and asked in a panic, "Are you okay?"

Seeing this, Song Yiruo also rushed forward and hugged Su Ling's waist from behind, Su Ling, who was simply strong, felt a pain in his back. "You're crazy, Su Ling!"

Su Meng broke out of Song Qingzhi's arms and said eagerly: "You are injured! blood!

"It's okay," Song Qingzhi said soothingly, turned to look at Su Ling, and said calmly, "Do you really want to die?"

"Why do you like my brother, he's mine!" Su Ling usually doesn't know how to be so straightforward, but now that he is drunk, he will say everything.

"Yours?" Song Qingzhi scoffed, "Who allowed it? Did you ask him?"

"Mine!" Su Ling stared at Su Meng, but saw Su Meng hiding behind Song Qingzhi.

"Brother, are you afraid of me, I like you so much!" Su Ling seemed to be stimulated, and struggled to break free of Song Yiruo's hand behind him.

Song Yiruo gritted his teeth and shouted around: "Are all the minions who don't have long eyes dead!

Everyone hurriedly came over to stop Su Ling, but Su Ling still stared at Su Meng eagerly.

Song Qingzhi hugged Su Meng, put his hand on his shoulder and pressed it tightly, and roared coldly: "Like him, monopolize him, force him, let him hurt and hurt, cry and cry? You tell Lao Tzu that you like him!"

Su Ling, Song Yiruo and Su Meng were all stunned, and Song Qingzhi continued to speak: "I like him, I am willing to protect him, I make him laugh, I let him act recklessly." Originally, I thought you wouldn't be so stupid, but how dare you! You keep saying that you like him and hurt him again and again! In the future, what are you going to do in the future?"

Su Meng rarely saw Song Qingzhi angry, and her heart warmed after being taken aback. He whispered, "Clear." ”

Song Qingzhi turned his head and took Su Meng's hand and smiled at him.

"Song Ye broke into my house and beat my son, it seems too much, right?"

Suddenly, there was a voice from Ding Anhou behind him, and everyone looked at it together.

"Father......" Su Meng suddenly didn't want to speak, Song Yiruo straightened his robe and shouted lightly, "Ding'an Hou is good." ”

"Weichen is not okay?" Ding'an Hou stared at Song Qingzhi, as if he was forbearing.

Song Qingzhi smiled coldly, grabbed Su Meng and turned around, and said without looking back: "If Ding'an Hou is old and confused, and no matter how well he teaches his son, Ben Song doesn't mind cleaning up the portal for you and clearing the trouble for Ah Meng!"

With a few words, Ding'an Hou was pinned to the spot, Song Yiruo glared at Su Ling fiercely, and followed with steps.

"Princess?" Su Ling seemed to be a little surprised, and his eyes widened slightly.

"Princess Ben has always thought that you know my mind, and I don't care about people, but I will never take the initiative to provoke. Song Yiruo looked at Su Ling with an expressionless face.

"But ......" Su Ling frowned, looked back at her straight gaze, and suddenly felt uncomfortable.

"But you like your brother. Song Yiruo smiled slightly, and then spoke for him.

"I ......" Su Ling didn't know what to say, and in the face of Song Yiruo, he suddenly lost his former confidence.

"You're not smiling, you just like him, right?" Song Yi seemed to be smiling, but there was a dull pain in his heart. She likes Su Ling, so provoke him and make him angry, at least ...... At least it can be forcibly left in his heart.

"I like my brother, princess, you are still ......" Su Ling was a little unbearable when he faced Song Yiruo for the first time, and he couldn't say any more.

"Give up on you?" Song Yiruo still spoke for him, and then smiled: "However, he is not yours." ”

Sure enough, Song Yiruo clearly saw that Su Ling's eyes darkened, and his chest was a little undulating.

"It's not about the princess. "The voice is cold, it can freeze people.

"Nothing to do?" Song Yiruo sneered, hooking the corners of his lips, "I like you, what you think of is him." My Brother Song even identified him, and he seemed to have an interest in my Brother Song. How many of us, who has nothing to do with whom?"

Su Ling settled his mind and looked down at Song Yiruo, feeling that she was really different from the past. He had always thought that she was just a spoiled wayward little girl......

"So, Su Ling, you only have two choices. Give up Su Meng and stop bullying him, or," Song Yiruo seemed to be satisfied with his reaction, and suddenly a sharp look turned up, "Snatch it from my brother Song." ”

Su Ling's body suddenly exuded a dangerous aura, his eyes were dark, and his lips were pursed.

"It doesn't matter if you can grab it or not," Song Yiruo said to herself, "The important thing is that Su Meng will never have half of that mind about you." ”

"We've always been together, he's never hated me, my brother, there's no one else. Su Ling didn't know what he was insisting on.

"Child, you," Song Yiruo laughed, poking him in the head while laughing, "You are good, you have a good brother." Otherwise, don't want anything. ”

Being treated like this by the little girl, Su Ling felt uncomfortable, and ducked back and opened her mouth coldly: "What about the princess?

Song Yiruo was stunned for a moment, and said softly: "Naturally I want you, I like the way you frightened that person when the long sword came sideways." ”

Su Ling frowned, as if he was trying to remember something.

Yes, it was a long time ago, when he was only fifteen, and he met Song Yiruo who sneaked out on the road and was bullied. He wants to save people, and he doesn't care who he is.

"Look, are you about to forget?" Song Yiruo bit her lower lip, finally revealing the girl's grievances and sadness.

"I ......" Su Ling didn't know what to say, and a little guilt rose in his heart, but he didn't think he was wrong.

"Su Ling," Song Yiruo raised his head, serious to the extreme, "I know that you and Su Meng have been together for many years and have a very deep relationship. You stay at the border except for Su Mansion, so naturally your mind is simpler. You maybe, maybe you just like this brother too much, and rely on it too much?Could it be, it's just that you didn't see your heart clearly?