Song Wu turned on his phone, pressed down a few numbers, dialed it, and said to Rong Yan, "If Song Qing sees that she is fine, I won't beg you." “

She set it up hands-free and put it in the hallway.

And the man was still leaning against the door frame, still slowly burning from the cigarette in his hand, and the smoke was gone, covering most of his eyebrows and eyes, and he couldn't see his emotions clearly.

The man's lips pursed slightly, and his eyes looked at Song Wu steadily, wanting to see how the woman would lie next and how he should cooperate with her in acting.

"Hey, sister......"

Song Qingjian's voice was low and slow, and Song Wu hurriedly asked, "Where are you now, is there anything wrong?"

"I'm at home, I'm getting ready to take a shower......

……

After the busy sound, the atmosphere in the air was cold and stagnant.

Song Wu lowered his eyes, and his nerves clearly felt Rong Yan's naked gaze, inch by inch, like humiliation.

She was like a clown jumping off the beam, no matter what she said, Rong Ember thought she was disgusting.

The woman didn't care too much about Rong Yan's words, pushed him away, rushed to the bedroom window, raised her foot and kicked it open, and in an instant-

The bright and transparent glass was kicked out of the cracks, but it still maintained its intact shape steadily, and Song Wu pursed his lips, and it was another kick.

Rong Ember stood not far behind her, his hand holding the cigarette squeezed slightly, and his eyes loosened.

Song Wu four years ago was an English tutor for Yan Sui, and honesty was Rong Yan's first impression of her.

At that time, Song Wu, with thick round-framed glasses, had difficulty distinguishing people and roads, acted more cautiously and timidly, and dressed conservatively and restrainedly, which was the type that no man would be interested in.

Even if you take off your glasses and look beautiful, no one will want to take them off.

Her sense of existence is as low as transparent, and after an intimacy ended, Yan Sui found that Song Wu did not leave, but stood at the door for an afternoon, because the door was locked, she didn't even wait silently until now.

At that time, Rong Yan, who was shirtless and topless, walked in front of Song Wu, looked at her with her head down and red face, and sneered.

boring, two words throughout Song Wu's life.

And now Song Wu is as silent as ever, but in the end it has changed, such as kicking the window again and again, it is not like Song Wu did it four years ago.

Rong Ember became interested, snuffed out his eyes with one hand, squinted his eyes, and whispered, "Why don't you beg me, and I will be merciful to let you go out to save your so-called sister?"

Song Wugang put down the foot that he had just raised, turned around neatly, and his eyes were firm, "I beg you." ”

Well, it's not challenging at all.

Rong Yan walked lazily in front of Song Wu, his elbow against the wall, blocking Song Wu's way, and with his other hand, he took out a cigarette and handed it to Song Wu, "Come, smoke it for me." ”

He wanted to see if Song Wu, a good girl who has always been well-behaved, knowledgeable, and smart from childhood to being escorted again and again, would smoke a cigarette to show weakness.

Song Wu's eyes froze on the cigarette handed over by Rong Yan for a while, then he took it casually, took out a lighter from his pocket, lit a cigarette like practice makes perfect, swallowed, and spit out the smoke.

It's like an old smoking gun, and you can't see that it's a novice at all.

Rong Yan quickly became keenly aware that the lighter used by Song Wu was a zippo, when did Song Wu even have a few brands of lighters?

Song Wu quickly finished smoking a cigarette, her face was already a little red, and after the last bit of tobacco was burned, she snuffed out the cigarette with her hand, raised her eyes to look at Rong Yan, and her voice was hoarse, "Can you let me go now?"

Rong Shen looked at Song Wu's bloodshot eyes, and the sarcastic words were pinched in his throat, "The key is in the third drawer at the door." ”

Song Wu stopped looking at him and hurriedly passed by him, still carrying a strong smell of smoke on his body.

After the sound of unlocking and closing the door behind him, Rong Yan came back to his senses, looked at the shadow of Song Wu driving away through the window, and wrinkled his eyebrows.

dialed a phone casually, and the man's voice was as casual as ever, "Check it out, Song Qingjian, Jingzhou Qiaogong Town." ”