An Jingjing injured her ankle bone, and Zhuo Yixun injured her hand.

Song Qing didn't understand, why, to be like this, to bear the hardships that he didn't have to bear.

She has always been stronger, constantly allowing herself to avoid all the hardships that she does not have to bear, but why, there are so many people who do not cherish sweetness, but have to suffer unnecessarily.

Zhuo Yixun is, and so is Hao Yu.

Song Qing smelled the smell of smoke, panicked, carried things, and went to the rooftop. I pulled a box of cigarettes out of my pocket and smoked one.

She thought, Xu yes, she hasn't tasted sweet.

After smoking a cigarette, Song Qing ate a mint candy, let the wind blow the smell of smoke on his body, and his hair flew wildly, with a little confused beauty.

confirmed that he should not be caught smoking by An Jingjing, so he went to An Jingjing's hospital room with crayfish and calla lilies.

Zhuo Yixun is still dressed like that, his hat and mask are tightly wrapped, revealing a pair of eyes, all of which are An Jingjing. When Song Qing came, Zhuo Yixun's hand had already been bandaged, and Song Qing glanced at it, tsk, clumsy in his hands, and knew who had wrapped it at a glance.

"Qingqing!" An Jingjing shouted happily, her eyes were sweet!

Damn it! When I came to see her, I wasn't so happy!

"Song Qing." Zhuo Yixun nodded at her, which was regarded as a greeting.

"Hello." Song Qing responded politely.

"Qingqing, come and sit, hehe." An Jingjing's dog nose has long smelled the smell of lobster.

"Just a little bit." Before Song Qing could speak, Zhuo Yixun had already rushed to instruct.

"Okay." An Jingjing pursed her lips, the corners of her eyes were about to squint, she couldn't be too happy.

"Little has no conscience!" Song Qing sneered coldly and opened a crayfish for her.

Zhuo Yixun was on the side, peeling her one by one and feeding her to her mouth.

"I'm leaving, you're disgusting." Song Qing waved her hand, and An Jingjing made a goodbye expression with her little paws.

Hehe! There is no reluctance in the eyes!

Song Qing glanced blank and turned to leave.

It happened that the little assistant came in a hurry and collided with Song Qing, Song Qing moved faster than the little assistant, but she obviously saw that the little assistant was going to pull her hand.

Just about to stretch out his hand, Song Qing had already stood firm. Then she keenly put it down.

This is a man of skill.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Assistant Yueying hurriedly apologized.

"It's fine. I'll go first. Song Qing glanced at her. Yueying only felt that she was a little weak-hearted, as if she had been seen through.

But she was looking at Song Qing, and Song Qing had already left.

On the way to the airport, Song Qing swiped Weibo, An Jingjing is still a little newcomer, and there are not many fans, but if this kind of thing happens on the set, the hot search must be a little bit, after all, the heroine of this drama is Jiang Niyan, not to mention popular, the daughter of the second child of the Jiang family is enough in itself.

An Jingjing's Weibo has always let herself go, in addition to public relations, she even posted a photo of eating crayfish in the hospital, that mouth full of oil, she is really relieved to show the people of the whole country!

The accompanying word is: My family kisses the feeding of the little fairy!

An Jingjing especially likes to eat crayfish, Song Qing really thinks that it is a mistake to see her pitiful and buy crayfish for her!

There are a lot of comforting words below for the goddess, some praise her for being cute and unpretentious, naturally some say that she is hyped, and some are even more ugly, saying that An Jingjing rubs the popularity of Jiang Niyan.

The one who sent Song Qing to the airport was one of the two people who protected An Jingjing, cold and silent, and most of Xiao Haijin's subordinates were like him, like a machine.

"Staring at the people of the Dianjiang family. By the way, add Zhuo Yixun. Song Qing sat in the back seat and said.

"Yes, Miss."

Ask nothing, just do things.

Song Qing returned to the small villa on Fenglin Road, and found a figure standing at the door of the villa, under the nearest street lamp. With a height of 1.9 meters, Song Qing saw a grievance.

Song Qing sighed, she came back overnight, and now it's four o'clock in the morning!

"Qingqing." Hao Yu looked up and saw Song Qing coming over, and there was a light in his eyes instantly.

"Waited all night?"

"Yes." He bowed his head and answered.

"You don't have to bow your head, I can see your expression when you look down, let's go inside." Song Qing opened the door, and Hao Yu stepped in with long legs in the next second.

"Be careful." Song Qing turned back and hugged him.

"You care about me?" Hao Yu was in a high mood and asked with a smile.

"I'm afraid that tomorrow the headlines will come out and say that I mistreated the Imperial Major General, are you so incompetent? Can't enter the house without a password? This ordinary anti-theft lock can't be difficult for a major general who was born in special forces, right? ”

I've never seen a fool like this, and I'm injured and waiting all night.

"I want you to come back, I can see you as soon as possible, I originally wanted to go to you, but I think your friend is injured, I guess you don't like to take care of me, I see you like this, it's going to be annoying again." He sat on a candy-colored couch with bandages on his hands and plaster casts on his feet, looking like a badly wounded puppy.

Song Qing pursed her lips and did not speak.

For a long time, no one spoke.

The moment Song Qing opened his mouth, he felt that he might be led by Hao Yu for the rest of his life. There's so much you can't do with him.

Little.

Even if he was just a little bad for Song Qing.

Song Qing had a reason to be cruel to this man.

She's the killer Maomao, and although the name is funny, her person is not funny at all. Killer Maomao, the upstart myth of the killer world.

Back then, after a catastrophe in Switzerland, Song Qing met Lao Gao in a temple where incense was flourishing, and it was he who took her into the killer camp and became the killer of the killer camp, and even surpassed the old killer for a time.

It's ridiculous that Switzerland has imperial temples.

It's ridiculous that the killer would appear in the temple.

Who is the calamity, and who is the one who became a Buddha.

What Song Qing is not afraid of is the malice of others, she is strong when she is strong!

But in the face of Hao Yu's goodness, he was at a loss.

"Hao Yu, let's go. Don't come to me again, please. ”

I'm so afraid that if you're not careful, you will like you.

In this life, I am left with myself, even if I live in hell, I want to be happy, do my best to live once, no one is more desperate than me.

I'm scared.

"Don't dwell on this kind of problem in the future, okay?" Hao Yu looked up, there was disappointment in his eyes, but he couldn't see giving up.

Both put their posture very low, one afraid of losing and the other afraid of possession.

"I'm not the same as you, I'm different! Hao Yu, don't you understand? Song Qing was a little out of shape.

"I know, but, everything is with me."

Everything has me.

Everything has me.

Song Qing's ears echoed with these words, and he suddenly laughed.

Bleak and sad.

"Everything with you? Who do you think you Hao Yu are? The Imperial Major General is remarkable? How many things can you do? Can you kill for me? Can you die for me? Or can you know what the hell I am! Song Qing looked coldly, and the sarcasm at the corner of his mouth was obvious.

"Give me time, and I'll help you check your background." Hao Yu said very seriously: "I won't have anything that requires you to die. ”

"Heh, the Imperial Major General is so angry, if I had seen one and believed in one, I would have died a long time ago."

"Don't say die." Hao Yu also cooled down.

"If you don't say it, won't you die? Is it safe to hide under someone else's wing? Do you think you can really protect me for the rest of my life! ”

In the past six years, she has been drinking alone, smoking alone, and feeling the cruel and bloody nightmare of this world alone. She clutches even the slightest glimmer of light in a happy world.