"Was it from the beginning?" Song Ru and I had a cold face: "Isn't it?!" When Ji Fan died, he said that you have been sending people to follow me, have you been waiting for me to come back since then? ”

So from the beginning, I was trying with a purpose, I kept speculating, and then I took her manuscript to confirm it. The mechanism is exhausted, just to play her Song Ru and me.

Sheng Congsu frowned, looking at Song Rume, who was starting to be a little hysterical, as if he was watching a monster.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that my blood was surging, and I was resentful, and suddenly I rushed to Sheng Congsu's face, clutching the bathrobe in front of his 'chest', her eyes were already red, and she spoke in a cold tone, as if she was squeezed out of between her teeth.

She was asking him, "So, Sheng Congsu, did you kill Ji Fan?!" Is it or not? ”

She rushed to him like a lion cub with sharp claws.

"Is Ji Fan really that important?" Sheng Congsu looked at her appearance, and suddenly he was ruthless, and dragged her to himself, and the distance between them was so close that he could almost see each other's 'hair' pores.

"Or is he the eighteen-year-old Li Mubai in the world?! Well?! ”

Sheng Congsu grabbed her hand and the muscles were exposed, and he was also annoyed. Because he understands the fact that the reason why Song Ru and I are extremely obsessed with Ji Fan three times and twice is nothing more than because Ji Fan is exactly the same as the eighteen-year-old Li Mubai.

The same spirit, the same spirit. In this world, there are two eighteen-year-old Li Mubai, one has long died in the long river of time, and the other is Ji Fan. Therefore, Song Ru I will never forget. She can even say goodbye to Li Mubai, who is nearly thirty years old who has been baptized by time, but she can't say goodbye to the person she loved closest and most when she was young.

So, even if it's a fake, she still holds on to it.

Song Ru seemed to have been poked in the vital point, and her face suddenly turned blue, she let go of the hand that was holding Sheng Congsu's chest, and immediately slapped it.

"Slap", loud and crisp, Sheng Congsu skimmed his face, and after a while, the corners of his mouth hooked slightly.

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you!" Song Ru I red-eyed and warned him.

But Sheng Congsu didn't let go of Song Ru's hand at all, but tied her with one hand, and tied her hands behind her back with the other hand.

Red palm prints slowly began to appear on his face, and he looked at Song Rume's angry expression, and suddenly 'kissed' it.

The overwhelming 'kiss' came down, and Song Ru and I couldn't hide. She was caught by him and couldn't move.

Mixed with the bloody deep 'kiss', Song Ru and I trembled, and then my stomach couldn't help churning, the corners of her eyes suddenly burst into tears, and her face was pale. The second Sheng Congsu let go of her, she immediately rushed to the bathroom and vomited so much that even the bitter water came out.

Song Ru stood in the bathroom retching, under the dim light, her back looked thin and weak, she hated to wipe her 'lips', and her body couldn't stop shaking.

Sheng Congsu still followed, his tall body stood at the 'door' of the bathroom, and the whole person blocked the exit. Song Ru I couldn't stand it anymore, she casually took the mouthwash cup on the washstand and threw it at him at once.

Sheng Congsu didn't dodge, the cup just hit the corner of his forehead, and with a "snap", a trace of blood was smashed on his forehead. Sheng Congsu didn't even care.

And Song Ru and I suddenly were hysterical, and a sharp cry came out of my mouth, Sheng Congsu remembered Sheng Yang, who was sleeping not far away, and immediately dragged Song Ru, who was squatting on the ground and screaming, to cover her mouth.

She kept moving, slapping his body and arms desperately, and her □□ face was scratched by her again. Sheng Congsu glared at her, and restrained her 'chaotic' hand with one hand, and soon Jiujiang people dragged her to the master bedroom.

"Click", with the sound of the 'door' locking sounded, Sheng Congsu also let go of Song Rume.

At this moment, Song Ru's hatred has reached its peak, just like the rushing river coming down together, and it is about to burst the embankment of the riverbank. Thanks to the incomparably good sound insulation in the house, Song Ru said to me: "Sheng Congsu, I hate you, I hate you!" "I didn't let the little 'girl' not far away hear it.

She almost wanted to pounce on him and tear him apart in the next second, but she was still afraid of him, her shoulders trembled slightly, and her eyes were red.

"Well, I always knew you hated me." Sheng Congsu's eyes were gloomy, and he seemed to smile bitterly: "If you want to hate, you will hate me for the rest of your life." ”

"You want to know the real cause of Ji Fan's death? Yes, then you can follow me. ”

"Despicable and shameless, aren't you afraid that I will kill you in my sleep?! Don't think I can't do it! ”

Sheng Congsu smiled lowly: "Song Rume, how could you not do it, you did it a few years ago, shouldn't my life have ended in your hands a long time ago?" ”

He said word by word: "Don't worry, you will be in charge of my Sheng Qi's life." ”

Song Ru and I suddenly remembered that cold winter night, after she gave birth to Sheng Yang, she hid in London**, trying to escape the eyes and ears of several people, but Sheng Congsu still found her.

At that time, everyone was so young, Sheng Congsu was wearing a handmade sheep 'wool' coat with a Burberry scarf inside. He stood in front of her, taking her hand: "You go back with me." ”

Song Ru I was still young at the time, and it was good to be strong and vigorous, some things just dare to do, she nodded and said Wait a minute, and immediately turned around and went back to the kitchen, and came out with a knife in her coat.

It only took a few seconds for her to stab Sheng Congsu in the chest. At that time, she was already preparing to go to medical school, and the anatomy course was also very good at self-study, and she thought that she had not found the wrong position of the heart, she only stabbed once, Sheng Congsu snorted, and immediately fell into the heavy snow.

Bright red arterial blood spread from the knife wound, and finally bloomed into plum 'flowers' in the heavy snow.

Song Ru I thought Sheng Congsu should have died in the cold night of London, in the dirty back kitchen of a small restaurant.

But she didn't expect that Sheng Congsu's heart was different from others, and he later picked up a life.

However, since then, he has never appeared in front of Song Ru and me, not once.

But the long river of time has washed away the two of them when they were young, and Sheng Yang has grown into a child who can understand things. Today, Song Ru and I really don't dare to do it.

If she killed Sheng Congsu like this, then Sheng Yang would inevitably become an orphan, and it was because her mother killed her father. Song Ru and I have always known that this society is not so tolerant of these children, and when the time comes, the innocent and lovely Sheng Yang will no longer exist, and she will hate Song Ru and me for the rest of her life.

Even though the ending of "The Mystery of a London Street Corner" written by her own hand is a lose-lose situation, there are general factors that prevent her from taking such a approach.

What's more, Sheng Congsu admitted to her that he killed Ji Fan, was it true or just to bring her back?

"Have you thought about it?" Sheng Congsu lowered his eyes, and then his long and narrow Danfeng eyes were full of dim light: "One year, one year, you have to play a good wife and a good mother." Then I'll tell you the cause of Ji Fan's death, and more than that......"

He looked up, his face was already very calm, and his speech was like a business negotiation: "I keep your background secret for you, and I can even find out the cause of your father's death for you." ”

"You ......" Song Ru opened my eyes with angry redness.

This is Sheng Qi, who has to master the weaknesses of his opponent and pinch other people's seven inches to death.

Yes, Song Ru I received a large fortune in London two years ago, and since then she has been suspicious of the real cause of Yuan Lang's death. It was also from that time that I knew that she was not Yuan Lang's biological child, and the seemingly poor family had an income of 1o million pounds a year. And where exactly have all these years gone?

When Sheng Congsu received the auction money of 10 million yuan from Song Rume, he began to investigate the source of the property. Even though he has never been to London in recent years, Song Ru and I still deliver it to his desk at nine o'clock in the morning every day, which has almost become one of his orientation jobs.

He actually knew that she was not doing well, and even struggled on the edge of the poverty line. So where did she get so much money.

And the source of this money, expounded on the text Jiàn just delivered to him last night. He only 'spent' one night and knew that it was likely that Yuan Lang's death would be strange.

People who have been immersed in 'lewdness' in money games all year round are still different from Song Rume.

Sheng Congsu said word by word: "How is it, has the 'trade' been reached?" I only need you a year, and I will let you know all the truths you want to know. For a year, you can work, and I will not interfere with your freedom of social 'communication'. ”

"But you have to live in the master bedroom, and you need to know that we have reconciled."

For Song Ru and me, the conditions he gave were actually all the motivation for her to return to China, and she had no doubt that Sheng Congsu had the ability to do this, after all, this was Busang.

And his coercion and temptation are once again the same as a few years ago.

"I won't be in bed with you." Song Ru and I opened my mouth word by word: "You make me feel disgusting." ”

For a moment, Song Ru and I almost saw Sheng Congsu's figure flickering, but the amplitude was so small that it was not easy to notice.

Sheng Congsu looked at her face, a face that had barely changed.

The human face does not know where to go, and the peach 'flower' is still smiling at the 'spring' wind.

"I'll ask the housekeeper to add a 'bed' tomorrow, and I'll tell Sheng Quan to bring your luggage over."

"I'm going to take Yang Yang back to Dongwu next week to sweep the tomb."

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