Fu Xinian stroked Song Wenbei's hair, and his words were full of obvious and even deliberate charm. There was not exactly Song Wenbei's shadow in his eyes, but he glanced at the corner of the wall from time to time.

"You dare!"

Song Wenbei gritted his teeth, but he didn't even believe in his comfort. With his Fu Xinian's ability to call the wind and rain in the Fu family, even if he screams his throat here, I am afraid that no one will take care of it. What's more, she is still his rightful wife.

Fu Xinian chuckled, his palm crossed her hair, amusing her sharp spikes from nowhere, her thin lips were getting closer and closer to her, Song Wenbei panicked and hurriedly avoided it, but Fu Xinian wrapped her tightly in the quilt and told her to move.

In the retro dim light in the corridor, Song Wenbei's silhouette was blurry on the wall, but the person around the corner could see it clearly. The two bodies were intertwined, like two vines tangled, unwilling to part with each other.

Su Yiruo clenched his fists and looked at all this coldly, feeling injustice for Su Yi in his heart, and hating Song Wenbei even more. Why did everything she have, become hers! She Song Wenbei, why!

After a long time, the person in the corridor finally left, Song Wenbei breathed a sigh of relief, pushed Fu Xinian's chest and called it off.

Fu Xinian let go of her, helped the gold-rimmed frame on the bridge of his nose, and said softly:

"Song Wenbei, you have always crossed the river and demolished the bridge like this?"

"I still prefer the word unloading and killing donkeys."

Song Wenbei responded lightly, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook. Fu Xinian stared at her complacent appearance of "villain", and was in a good mood. Although he didn't correct this little woman on the spot, seeing her sharp teeth and sharp mouth, he actually felt a sense of satisfaction that he was full of food.

The night has finally arrived.

Song Wenbei was lying on the floor, although it was a retro wood-painted floor, but in the middle of the night in early autumn, it was still more exposed. She shivered a little and wrapped the quilt tighter around her. Looking at the eldest young master on the bed, he was already breathing shallowly, with steady ups and downs, and it was obvious that he had been talking with Zhou Gong for a long time. Song Wenbei gritted his teeth, I don't know if it was because of the cold and shivering temperature, or just because he was dissatisfied with the person on the bed. Although, this is a result that she has been fighting for a long time and is happy to see.

Through the moonlight sprinkled in the glass window, Song Wenbei was in a trance. Even if the person on the bed even has a perfect face like a demon, she still can't believe that such a big pie, still with meat, can actually hit her Song Wenbei's head! You know, she is a person who has only won one dollar in the lottery for so many years - obviously the reserve price of a lottery ticket is two yuan! But her little heart still jumped involuntarily, swallowed her saliva, and suddenly remembered the "kiss" of Fu Xinian just now.

It's not a kiss, it's not a kiss. Song Wenbei thought about it, but his face was red in the dark night.

He just exhaled in her ear, "Since it's a show, then it's enough to do the show." ”

Then, he wrapped her tightly, and his thin lips were about to come over, but the lips were not his slightly cool lips, but his slender and beautiful fingers, his lips and hers were separated by a palm, but his breath was close at hand.

A faint incense, the god of the people.

Song Wenbei didn't know what kind of flavor this fragrance belonged to, which brand, but he could smell it on the tip of his nose, and he only felt calm.

Looking at the wall in the moonlight, Song Wenbei suddenly remembered that the silhouette in the dim light, their fingers were interlocked, their figures overlapped, and they were deeply in love like love that came out of the poems and paintings thousands of years ago.

But is there really love between them?

The burning heat on his face just now suddenly cooled down, and at the right moment, a cool breeze blew in from the window. Song Wenbei trembled for a moment, and unconsciously looked at the wall, but this look, he was restless.

Goosebumps began on the lower arm and gradually spread in the direction of the heart, and even the scalp was numb.

The reflection on the wall is a woman! Even the strands of her hair swayed gently with the wind realistically, and she couldn't see her facial features, but Song Wenbei felt that she was smiling desolate and weird. She lowered her head and folded her arms, like a mother, nursing her child.

Didn't Fu Xinian say that there were people dead in this house! Still, a woman with a child!

The wind outside the window blew out of time, and I don't know what was beating on the window pane outside the window, making a rustling sound, the sound seemed to be far and near, but it was poignant and long, like a burst of rain hitting Song Wenbei's heart, making her feel a little irregular.

Secretly scolded Fu Xinian in his heart why he didn't close the window when he slept, settled down, wrapped in a quilt and wanted to cut off the source of the wind. As soon as she wrapped herself in the red quilt, she felt a little out of breath with nervousness. The color that was supposed to be festive, in the dim white moonlight, actually looked a little bewitching and weird, like, blood!

Song Wenbei suddenly made up a tragic picture in his mind-

Squad after squad of soldiers were bleeding and bones were covered in blood under machine-gun fire. They tried to resist, but the moment the bullet hit, they fell to the ground silently. They looked in the direction of the gate, as if they were looking at their parents, wives and children who were far away in the sky, but in the end they could only return to dust, emitting a disgusting smell on the merciless battlefield.

And the young wife, holding the child who was still waiting to be fed, pushed open the door at the moment, it was such a terrible scene, and the air was filled with the terrible smell of rot. The child howled, and even in his mother's arms, he could not adapt to this solemn atmosphere. The young woman slowly turned over the already battered corpse, a little desperate and a little hopeful in her heart. But when she turned to the first number, or dozens, she finally saw the familiar face again, but—he was no longer breathing.

At this moment, my heart ached. But she didn't cry, not even a single tear. She lifted her blouse one last time and fed her child, who was already crying from hunger, and a desolate smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Then, she pulled the hairpin off her head and slid it resolutely to her wrist. When red marks finally appeared on her hands, and bright blood snaked down her white wrists, she did not feel a trace of pain, but was relieved. Before she lost consciousness, in her mind, was that ancient vow-

I don't want to be born on the same day, but I want to die together!

"Smack!" There was a thunderstorm in the sky, and the silver-white lightning looked a little hideous in the inky sky, as if even the heavens were angry about this ending. The quilt in Song Wenbei's hand fell to the ground suddenly, and she straightened up, wanting to close the window and resist the storm outside.

But as soon as she walked to the window, a pair of hands on her back surrounded her from behind!

A slight cool touch through her thin pajamas brought a shiver. Song Wenbei froze in place, the rain outside the window hitting her face, cold and dense.

Song Wenbei suddenly didn't have the courage to turn around, just like the young wife, who didn't dare to open the next corpse, she was so afraid, in this weird old mansion, in such a dark night, the person standing behind him was not him!