That tone, that look, was terrible.

It seems that every glance is saying: Wen Lishu, it's dead.

Her palms were sweating, why didn't Song Qiancheng follow the routine?

He shouldn't have thrown her out of the door in anger and sent her a sentence of "how far and how far is it".

Wen Lishu was so unconfident that he was at a loss.

If the situation is not right, it is better to slip away first.

Wen Lishu pushed him away in a panic and hurriedly pulled the doorknob open.

At this time, there was a sudden power in the arm, and Wen Lishu didn't even touch the doorknob, so he was dragged to the room by Song Qiancheng, and finally threw it onto the black sofa.

Wen Lishu was thrown dizzy, and Song Qiancheng stood on the edge of the sofa, raised a foot and pressed her legs, making her unable to move.

Facing his eyes, he said gloomily: "It's my fault that I didn't feed you, since you play so openly, then I will fulfill you." ”

Wen Lishu panicked and said angrily: "Song Qiancheng, you get out of me." ”

"If you want to roll, you will get out. He leaned down and pinched her cheek, "You can say so much, then start here." ”

Wen Lishu panicked, Song Qiancheng was going to move the real chapter now.

In an instant, her head was a mess.

Thinking of the spell of "one stream a month", Wen Lishu entered a state of resistance.

She struggled violently, and Song Qiancheng patiently went to untie her tie, trying to tie her up.

Wen Lishu only had one strong thought at the moment, she didn't want her child to live such a miserable life.

In desperation, her eyes accidentally saw a crystal ashtray on the coffee table, and she almost didn't think about it, reaching over and grabbing the ashtray with one hand.

While Song Qiancheng was untying his tie, Wen Lishu grabbed the ashtray and smashed it into his head.

This smash, Wen Lishu smashed it with all his might, and there was a diamond-shaped protrusion on the side of the ashtray, and the attack power was absolutely perfect.

As a result, it can be imagined that Song Qiancheng's forehead was smashed into a big hole, and blood came out of the wound.

She was lying down, and some blood was dripping onto her face.

When the impulse calmed down, Wen Lishu became flustered, looking at the blood on his forehead, she was so frightened that she let go of her hand, and the ashtray in her hand fell directly to the ground.

After Song Qiancheng was smashed by her, those eyes provoked a trace of bloodlust, and with the bloody wound, that face was particularly scary.

Her hands trembled, and there was nowhere to put them.

Song Qiancheng stretched out his hand to cover his forehead, and said fiercely: "Wen Lishu, do you want to die?"

"I, I'm ......" Wen Lishu was so panicked that he didn't even have the ability to organize his language, so he could only look at him anxiously.

At the same time, there was a knock on the door.

After that, Weng Ran's voice said: "Mr. Song, it's me." ”

Song Qiancheng glared at her before he withdrew his legs.

He covered his forehead and went to open the door.

Wen Lishu got up from the sofa in shock, raised her hand to wipe the blood off her face, the fear in her heart was doubling, her limbs were trembling, and she could only look at Song Qiancheng's back with a blank gaze.

Song Qiancheng walked behind the door, stretched out his hand to open the door, and as soon as Weng Ran came in, he said, "Mr. Song, the murderer of Miss Wen has been caught." ”

When Wen Lishu heard this, her eyes froze.

She looked at Weng Ran, and there were countless question marks in her eyes?

Did she hear it wrong?

Did he just say that he caught the murderer of Miss Wen?

Who is that Miss Wen talking about?

Is it herself?