In fact, no matter how much he counts in his heart, Qin Weizhou can't be completely jealous.

Jiang Feng saw his expressionless face as usual, and closed his mouth on the side.

But not everyone can see some differences in his almost identical expressions, such as some rough guys.

"Thirteen, who? Your daughter-in-law? ”

Qin Weizhou raised his head slightly and glanced at him, "The blue hat looks good." ”

Yi Wolf: "Oh-that's it, it's called Satsuki, right, how can he call you." ”

Qin Weizhou paused, "Hmm." ”

Jiang Feng: Mourn for Yun Shao for a second.

When Yun Songyue found out that the title of "Little Yue" had spread all over the country, he must have regretted making this phone call that made Qin Weizhou unhappy.

But that was later.

"Jiang Feng."

"Big or Young?"

"Turn out the Song family's invitation."

"Yes."

……

"Does it hurt, why don't you hide?"

Xu Baiqing pinched Song Chinese New Year's Eve's ankle and looked at the blood marks on the side of his calf, which were actually a little deep, and there was a little glass slag inside.

Song Chinese New Year's Eve lowered her head, seeing that he was full of distress, but she was not moved at all.

"I shouldn't have made a big deal out of it."

Xu Baiqing gave her hand to clean the wound.

Song Chinese New Year's Eve said in a very calm voice: "It's me who can't control myself, I use you to stimulate her, I know she likes you - even if I once begged her for peace"

Xu Baiqing: "I know. ”

"I can't get along with her, and I even thought about it, and I couldn't get over it when she agreed to my request for peace that time." Song Chinese New Year's Eve calculated every word she said, she seemed to be extremely calm, her voice was almost a little cold, she said: "I hate her, I hate Song Enming, you don't understand, because everyone I love, they can easily take it away." ”

Xu Baiqing didn't speak, including Song Shangze, who didn't know when he was standing at the door, and he didn't speak.

But in this way, Song Chinese New Year's Eve can also count every word of his own to make them touch.

Sometimes, soft knives hurt.

She is not sensible, but she is too sensible.

"Chinese New Year's Eve..."

Before Song Chinese New Year's Eve finished speaking, she sat on the bed, bent over, and probed in front of Xu Baiqing, "Xu Baiqing, Song Enming killed my mother, he killed him." ”

Song Shangze couldn't stand, "Chinese New Year's Eve." ”

Song Chinese New Year's Eve seemed to have just discovered that he was coming, and his expression was in a trance, and the acid in his eyes was suppressed.

Xu Baiqing's heart twitched, waved his hand at Song Shangze, and his eyes always looked deeply at Song Chinese New Year's Eve, "Don't bear it, tell me." ”

Even if he felt that Song Ningzhao's death without a corpse was not a big deal or even enough, he still had to completely dissect Song Chinese New Year's Eve's heart this time.

Why did he no longer hold the life-saving rope that he had fallen, but Song Chinese New Year's Eve was still on the edge of pain and tried whether to choose to accompany him.

Even hell should be together.

Isn't it?

Song Chinese New Year's Eve was naturally satisfied with the crazy look in his eyes, and she even raised her hand to touch Xu Baiqing's hair, as if soothing, and with a hot burning feeling, she stimulated him.

"Help me."

For Xu Baiqing, who has been sick for a long time, these four words are the most ruthless and profound expression of Song Chinese New Year's Eve's greatest desire for himself.

At that second, if he really wanted to die for Song Chinese New Year's Eve, he was willing.

Song Shangze was speechless in shock, as if something was deviating from his cognition little by little.