Song Ru woke up from my dream, cold sweat dripping. She unconsciously went to get the mobile phone on the 'bedside' table, and finally 'touched' it, the dazzling light of the screen came up, and somehow, the eyes that hadn't shed tears for a long time suddenly moistened.

It's ten past three in the morning.

With her mind blank, she got up and walked to the living room, poured herself a glass of water, and stood by the large floor-to-ceiling window. The city was already in darkness, and only the roadside lights were still standing alone. Song Ru and I held the water glass tightly in my hand, and after a few seconds, a sarcastic smile appeared on her face.

Downstairs in her house, there is a very old white 'colored' jeep parked. Sometimes it's magical, obviously looking down from the eighteenth floor, it's just a small point. But Song Ru and I recognized it as a car at the first time, white 'colored', old, Jeep.

That car, even if it burns to ashes, I can recognize Song Ru. Because the name of the owner of the car is: Sheng Congsu.

Song Ru and I quickly drank the last drop of water in the cup and immediately walked back to the bedroom. Her head was so awake at the moment that she couldn't sleep. Suo 'sex' turned on the computer, and after checking the email, she sat down in front of the computer for a while and went to the documentation page.

"The Mystery of a London Street Corner", by: The Bathroom Killer.

This is Song Ru's third mystery novel. She is a fan of mystery novels, and has become a literal writer. On a bleak 'gloomy' day in London, she sat in Hyde Park, wrapped in layers of thick clothes, and conceived her first story.

It is precisely because of this story that she moved out of the basement after being hungry and cold, and was able to rent a small house, spend the winter warmly, and make a lot of purchases in the city.

Later she wrote a second story, and the name Bathroom Killer quietly made it to the bestseller list. Although at the bottom of the list, it is undoubtedly better to improve her life. Song Ru sometimes thinks, that's it, I've come to this point, let's stay in London.

However, later, Ji Fan died, he died in front of her, a person who was alive one second, and the next second his head was crushed, and the blood was washed by the rain and almost dyed the entire street red.

So, layer upon layer of hatred, came up. She finally thought, she Song Ru I can't just forget it. No.

And so, she returned, to the Bousan she hated, to the Bousan who suffocated her.

The msn at the bottom of the screen suddenly moved, and the editor who was far away left a message for her: Honey, add this QQ, I contacted the domestic publisher for you, and in addition, when will the manuscript be finished?

From the editor 1o1a, Chinese, can be said to be a very authentic Beijing film. At the beginning, it was she who was discerning and appreciated Song Ru's first novel, and it was she who did her best to help Song Ru and me get a relatively good manuscript fee, so it can be said that 1O1A gave Song Ru me a hope at that time.

At that time, Song Ru and I came to London for the second year, my savings had been exhausted, the money I earned from my part-time job could not pay the annual fees for the next academic year, the house expired, I lived in the basement, and I couldn't afford to eat a decent breakfast.

MSN on 1o1a again: "Honey, are you there? ”

Song Ru came out of my past memories, and my fingers flew up and down: "I know." The manuscript has been written to the end, and it will be 'delivered' tomorrow! ”

"This! Just! Resemble! Shape! ”

Song Ru and I made a smile: "Get out of the code." ”

1o1a's mother's heart is overflowing, and once again remind her: don't forget to add others!

Song Ru clicked a little on the side of the tree, and an expression of vomiting blood passed.

"Humph! Leave you alone! ”

Song Ru smiled at me, but she knew that even if she said so, 1O1A would still take care of her, and she would take care of it to the end.

At four o'clock in the morning, Song Ru pulled the document page down at the end and began to type the words "ending chapter".

At six o'clock in the morning, she finished writing the last chapter, the ending of both defeats, the murderer was shot and killed by the 'female' protagonist, the police broke into the 'door', and the 'female' protagonist was tied up with her backhand and was put on trial. The mystery of a London street corner is solved, at the cost of blood.

Even with the tragic ending, Song Tianzhen's mood is still better. Probably after a lot of hard work, I finally completed a thing, and a stone in my heart finally fell to the ground.

She still has heavy dark circles on her face, but she is full of energy, and she suddenly has the confidence to do something in her heart. She made breakfast for herself slowly, the dining table was in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, as soon as the curtains were opened, the soft morning sunlight in late autumn slowly poured in, and a trace of light shone on the tip of Song Ru's small 'fine' nose, and finally fell down, to her 'lips' with a fleeting smile.

After drinking the last drop of cow's milk, she casually put on a pair of shoes, combed a simple ponytail loungewear, put a coat over it, and went out.

She stood in the elevator, silently counting in her heart, one or two times, the height of the eighteen floors, and the elevator descended for about 15 seconds per floor, a total of eighteen floors, four and a half minutes.

These four and a half minutes, the usual time for a white horse to pass through the gap, are so slow at this moment. Time was like jagged teeth, cutting her nerves little by little. Finally, when the elevator creaked to the ground floor, the oncoming wind made Song Ru's eyes red.

The jeep was still there, and Sheng Congsu didn't leave. He's the kind of person who almost plays with people in his hands. He knew that she had risen in the middle of the night to see him downstairs, and he was sure that she would come down.

Song Ru I know, this is Sheng Congsu, the famous unscrupulous Sheng Seventh Son.

Step by step, Song Ru and I finally stood by the car, and at this time she had already returned to normal, without any trace of crying.

She knocked on the car window, and Sheng Congsu opened the car 'door' and motioned for her to come in.

He was 'spirited' and didn't see the appearance of staying up late last year. When Song Ru and I met his eyes, I could almost see the glow in his eyes.

The carriage was quiet for a few seconds, and Sheng Congsu finally spoke: "Let's make a price." ”

"Twenty million."

"After just one night, your worth immediately doubled, and you are doing a good job."

"I don't want to talk, I can get out of the car." Song Ru and I immediately held the 'door' handle with my hand.

Sheng Congsu dragged her back and only said one word, "Okay." ”

Song Ru smiled at me: "I will return it the same way, you can ask someone from your auction house to pick it up." The manuscript is still in the safe in the city, and of course you can have someone re-examine it. I want you to put your money into this account. ”

She quickly wrote down a number, which Sheng Cong recognized as an account at the Bank of Zurich.

"I'm done talking about the manuscript, and I'd like to talk to you about the divorce."

Sheng Congsu seemed extremely impatient: "I have already said that I will contact my assistant." ”

"Can you talk to your assistant about Sheng Yang's custody?"

Sheng Congsu finally turned his face, and the glow of brilliance or sarcasm in his eyes finally faded. His face sank, and gradually became like a face like a cold winter.

He just snorted, "What made you change your mind?" ”

Song Ru knew that his patience had run out, and it was already the greatest courtesy to reward her with a question. She was silent for a moment, and no one knew what she was thinking.

The carriage fell silent again, Sheng Congsu seemed a little irritable, but after a while, he smiled lowly, as if he was laughing at her and laughing at himself.

"One night ago, you avoided her, she called you mother, and you didn't even dare to admit it. You're going to come and talk to me about custody now? I'm really curious, you swore a long time ago that you would never return to Bousan in this life, and you would not be the mother of that little girl in this life. What is the reason? Makes you go back on your word? ”

"Or?" Sheng Congsu suddenly pinched Song Ru's chin and twisted her head over, he laughed angrily, but his hand was as strong as steel.

Song Ru and I frowned, Sheng Congsu immediately put her aside, and after seeing a red 'color' on her fair face, her tone became more and more cold: "Or, are you trying to attract my attention?" ”

"First buy Agatha's manuscript and then come and talk to me about custody. I'm really sorry, even if you play monkey tricks in front of me, I still don't have time to accompany me. ”

Song Ru leaned against the car window, and she could clearly see her own face, an ugly face distorted by resentment. Somehow, she suddenly remembered that five years ago, she was lying on the operating table with a massive hemorrhage, and the child had been born safely, but she had a postpartum blood collapse.

She only looked at Sheng Yang once before she was in a coma, and she was wrinkled and red, and she just looked at it until now.

Song Ru began to feel a slight pain in my heart, like a little insect biting her. She took a breath and asked rhetorically, "Haven't you seen Sheng Yang's current appearance?" ”

Before Sheng Congsu could answer, Song Ru took the first step and said: "At the age of five, I am already lawless, and I can pull others away just because they are beautiful." She has everything as long as she wants, and she takes it for granted that everything is hers. ”

Song Ru I turned her head and looked directly at Sheng Congsu: "I don't want her to be like you." ”

"That's why I reversed my word. It is enough to have a scum surnamed Sheng in this world, so I hope I will raise Sheng Yang. ”

After Song Ru said this, he immediately opened the car 'door', and was about to walk away, but his wrist was grabbed by Sheng Congsu desperately.

It was still hurtful, his face was 'pale' and 'gloomy' and terrifying, and he threw down a few words, "You try." He immediately shook off her hand and drove away.

You try, you try to compete with Sheng Qigongzi for a child. Song Ru and I tugged at the corners of her mouth slightly, looking at the car that was gone, she finally let go of the palm that had been holding tightly from beginning to end, and sure enough, the band-aid that had just been put on last night was once again stained red with blood - 27761 + dsuaahhh + 24o41822 - >