Wen Shao's side fell silent.

Song Juan was not in a hurry, she waited slowly, and she heard the voice on the other side sink down: "Song Juan, do you know what kind of meeting I am talking about." ”

Song Wan said: "I know. ”

Wen Shao said slowly: "Don't play any tricks with me, if I can deal with him once, I can deal with him twice." ”

Song Juan bit her lip tightly, her eyes were scarlet, and she said, "How dare I?"

"You hand the phone to Wu Sen. ”

Song Juan handed the phone to the person just now, the person answered the phone, the other party didn't know what to say, hung up the phone, she let go of Zhou Jing, and glanced at the people around her.

Song Juan crossed these people, helped Zhou Jing up, and sent him to the hospital.

She didn't have much money in her hands, and it was difficult to maintain Song Xianzhang's daily life, so she sent Zhou Jing to the hospital, Song Juan paid the hospitalization fee for three days, and after paying the money, she looked at the SMS balance reminder on her mobile phone after the deduction, her eyes were calm, and her thin body seemed to be broken by the wind at any time.

And the text message returned, lying quietly on the SMS interface of the mobile phone, there was another text message that had been opened, which was the address and room number of a bar, as well as the time.

Song Juan stared at it for a long time, and went upstairs to see Zhou Jing's situation.

Zhou Jing's condition is not light, but it is not as serious as expected, at least there is no fracture.

Those people know very well the severity of the attack, and know how to make people feel painful, but not hurt the roots.

After Song Juan completed the formalities, she went to see Zhou Jing again.

Zhou Jing lay on the bed and said, "I'm fine." ”

Song Juan was a little distracted, and it took a long time before he nodded: "I know." ”

She looked at Zhou Jing, hesitated for a long time, and asked, "Zhou Jing, why are you so good to me?"

Zhou Jing's eyes were dark and he didn't make a sound.

Song Juan was suddenly a little scared, and she said in a panic: "Zhou Jing, don't be so good to me." ”

Zhou Jing raised his hand and rubbed Song Juan's hair with his hand: "You deserve the best." ”

Song Juan's nose was sour, she tried her best to wrinkle her delicate nose, and almost cried.

Zhou didn't have much strength and soon fell asleep.

Song Juan went downstairs and stood at the gate of the hospital for more than an hour, the biting cold wind blowing on her like a knife.

She was so cold that she almost lost consciousness, so she slowly walked to the convenience store at the door and took the money to buy a fruit knife that she could carry with her.

She put the knife in her pocket and went to Song Xianzhang's hospital room again.

Song Xianzhang's spirit is getting worse day by day.

Song Juan said in a low voice: "Dad, I'm so tired, I can't hold on." ”

However, only Song Xianzhang's heavy breathing sounded when she answered her.

Song Juan smiled hard, she felt that it was really difficult.

It's really hard to live.

Every day, my heart feels like I'm being cut with a knife.

The next day, Song Juan kicked the fruit knife and got on the bus.

After two turns in the middle and half a district, Song Juan got off the bus.

The address of the bar was in front of him, Song Juan stared at the name on the door of the bar for a long time, with a cold face, and went up to the second floor under the leadership of the waiter.

The waiter knocked on the door of the room, and a voice came from the room: "Come in." ”

The waiter pushed open the door, but Wen Shao was not the only one in the room.

In addition to Wen Shao, there was another man in a suit.

Song Xuan's head was dazed, and the fingers holding the fruit knife in his pocket trembled a little.

She didn't expect that there would be people.

Song Juan looked at Wen Shao coldly.

Wen Shao crossed his legs, held a cigarette between his fingertips, and smiled: "I said that Miss Song came to me in person, and the consequences would be different." ”

Song Juan longed for him to die.

Wen Shao was stimulated by her outright coldness, and he took a puff of cigarette: "Come here." ”

Song Juan didn't close the door and walked in.

Wen Shao glanced at the door behind her and smiled.

Waiting for Song Juan to come over, he handed the cigarette to Song Juan and let Song Juan taste it.

Song Juan turned his head.

Another person poured a glass of wine for Song Juan, and the man squinted at Song Juan and said with a smile: "Brother Shao, where did you find this beauty, like water, is there eighteen?"

As he spoke, he handed the wine glass to Song Juan: "Have a drink?"

Song Juan didn't answer.

The smile on Wen Shao's face gradually retracted, and he said, "If you don't drink it, don't drink it, there will be more exciting ones later." ”

Song Juan's heart sank.

Wen Shao stood up, he looked at Song Juan condescendingly, didn't know what to figure out, and said, "Take you to meet a few people." ”

As he spoke, he took Song Juan inside.

Only then did Song Juan realize that this room was connected to another room.

Song Juan didn't know who Wen Shao was going to take her to, although she didn't show it on her face, she was terrified to the extreme.

No one knows whether it was a man or a beast behind that door.

When the man next to Wen Shao heard this, he raised his eyes and glanced at Wen Shao, and said, "Brother Shao, you should be a person." ”

Wen Shao was already standing next to the door in the room, he smiled, stared at Song Juan meaningfully, and said, "If you say something exciting, this is where to go." ”

As he spoke, his hand pushed open the door.

Song Wan raised her eyes uncontrollably and looked into the room.

Separated by a door, the atmosphere in the two rooms was diametrically opposed.

The room that had been pushed open was dimly lit and filled with smoke, making it almost impossible to see the faces of the people inside.

I can only see that there is a group of people sitting in the room.

Song Juan only hurriedly swept around, and was about to retract his gaze, but at this moment, Song Juan was caught off guard, and a pair of deep and cold eyes were right.

At that moment, there was a "buzz" in Song Juan's head.

Immediately after, her heart seemed to be grabbed by the man's eyes.

She was dying.

The man's position was clearly inconspicuous, and he himself was just lazily leaning back on the back of the sofa, playing with a lighter between his fingers.

But his eyes, through the thick smoke, were still sharp as if he could penetrate Song Xuan.

Song Juan's face was pale, and cold sweat ran down the open pores, bursting out one after another.

However, at this time, Wen Shao suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed her waist......