"Very good, Maomao, you didn't disappoint me." The drunken threw down the gun, lifted his shoulder, and prepared to fight Song Qing. Song Qing also put down the gun and was on alert.

The figures of the two were constantly intertwined on the wall and then separated, fists and feet facing each other, both at a rapid pace. Song Qing was shocked, back then, drunkards weren't like this, why, after coming to life, has the strength gone up to a new level?

"What, Maomao, are you scared?" The drunkard seemed to see through Song Qing's psychology and asked out loud.

"Afraid? I really wasn't scared. ”

After all, the movements were faster and faster, and every punch and kick was all done with all their might.

After all, the drunkard has just been 'resurrected' for a long time, and his physical functions are still a little unable to keep up, and the sequelae are also a little serious.

"You lose, die again." Song Qing sneered, scooped up the pistol on the ground, and pointed it at the drunk.

"Aren't you afraid, you kill me, and I'll post out your true information? Song Qing. "The drunken man's sentence, in Chinese, is still very lame.

"Since, killing you is also exposure, and not killing is also exposure, why not kill?" Song Qing had already pulled the trigger and was loaded.

"We'll see you again." The drunken man smiled, and then without waiting for Song Qing to respond, he turned over and jumped down from the thirtieth floor.

Song Qing immediately sensed that something was wrong, it was impossible for this guy to show up in a high-profile manner and bring her over just to chat so painlessly.

Song Qing almost instinctively, threw herself in front of the window and watched the drunk jump downstairs and then disappear into the night.

Outside the door, there was a constant sound of footsteps, hurried and neat.

The police!

Song Qing immediately jumped off the windowsill, went down two floors, entered one of the suites, threw away his maroon curly hair, cut the fat short sleeves into waist-length shorts, and took off his trousers, inside which was a pair of black denim shorts, full of heavy metal wind. Her long black hair was pulled up by her, and she tied two small buns on the top of her head, making her feel like a hip-hop girl.

Song Qing calmly came out of the suite and looked at the policemen rushing over with a frightened expression.

"Little girl, go away, it's not safe here." A policeman took his gun, took the little girl to a safe place, and then turned back into the line, and today received an order to hunt down the killer drunk, what is going on with these little girls here?

"Catch her!" A policeman who was searching inside ran out and pointed at Song Qing and shouted.

Song Qing's clothes didn't have time to be cleaned up, they were scattered in the suite, she didn't expect to be found so quickly, but it was enough, she had already fled the most dangerous place.

Song Qing ran extremely fast, jumped out of the room, and slid down the water pipe with his bare hands. He ran towards the crowd. There was a Porsche sports car with good performance across the road, Song Qing dodged the bullet behind him, rolled on the ground a few times, and ran to the side of the car, the bullet in the gun had been used up in the process of escaping, Song Qing quickly pulled out the nighthawk from his waist, put it against the driver's head, and ordered him to open the door.

The driver was stunned and looked through the rearview mirror at the boss in the back seat.

"Open the door." The person in the back seat was concise and to the point, his eyes stayed on Song Qing's face for a few seconds, and then he agreed.

Song Qing drove the person to the co-pilot, sat in the driver's seat, stepped on the accelerator, and the sports car sped away.

"Girl, you are so obviously hijacked, aren't you afraid that I will call the police?" The boss didn't seem to be worried at all, and chatted with Song Qing with great interest, Song Qing smiled, looked up at the appearance of the person in the mirror, his head suddenly hurt, the hand holding the steering wheel shook, and the sports car almost got out of the lane.

"Be careful." The boss whispered in the back seat.

"Thank you for worrying, if you call the police, then you have to bury me too." Song Qing pulled a rampant smile, staring at the person in the back seat without showing weakness.

The car made two laps in the city to make sure that all the police were thrown off, and Song Qing stopped in a small town, and the fuel was also exhausted.

Song Qing got out of the car, thanked him, and left conveniently.

Even if he calls the police again now, Song Qing is not afraid at all.

The man kept watching Song Qing go away, and the driver got down from the co-pilot, a little confused, and asked out loud: "Master, you designed Miss Song to come over, and you waited for her by the hotel, why didn't you leave Miss Song here after doing so much?" The driver understands very well how much his master misses Miss Song.

"Just take a look." The man tore off the human skin mask on his face, took off the beautiful contact lenses in his eyes, and a pair of golden eyes were full of brilliance.

Song Qing didn't kill a drunk, but she also understood a little, it seems that a drunk can't kill her. This guy designed himself like this, nothing more than to let her be planted in the hands of Interpol.

Call the criminal police over, but do not reveal her identity, then for the time being, she should be safe.

She is still greedy for Hao Yu, she doesn't want to die yet, and she doesn't want to die in the world.

She wanted to have a home in the imperial capital.

So, no matter what trick the drunk makes, she will take it!

Song Qing changed her appearance several times, and went around several times before she came to the airport, and on the plane, she rubbed her temples a little tiredly. When she returned to Fenglin Road, she couldn't help but pause.

The lights were on in the house, and there was a tall figure outside the door.

Song Qing's pace quickened.

"Why are you standing outside?" Some of them are distressed that they are not aware of.

"I'm waiting for you." Hao Yu smiled, like a fool.

"How do you know when I'm back?" Have you been waiting here?

"I don't know, so I'll come whenever I have time, I think when you come back, you can see someone waiting for you at home." Hao Yu stepped forward and hugged the little girl who was a little tired.

"Fool." Song Qing leaned on his chest, listening to the familiar heartbeat, and suddenly became less afraid.

It's not the first time, when Jingjing had an accident, she went to Hangzhou overnight, and when she came back, Hao Yu stood in front of her house, waiting for her to go home.

"So, you have to take care of your family in the future, Mr. Song." Hao Yu put his arm around her waist with one hand and touched her long soft hair with the other, pampering her very much.

Song Qing thought, this guy still remembers her making money to support her family.

She didn't speak, her eyes closed, she felt his breath, very calm.

Suddenly, Hao Yu picked up the person by the waist and went to the master bedroom.

The two fell on the bed, followed by a delicate kiss, gentle to the extreme, Song Qing was still a little out of breath, Hao Yu pushed it away, and looked at her with burning eyes.

What Song Qing was most afraid of was being stared at by him like this, staring at people until their faces blushed and their hearts beat.

"What's wrong?" Asked weakly.

"Why haven't you grown up yet?" Hao Yu seemed to be looking at her face, as if he was looking at some parts.

Grass!

Sullen!

Song Qing kicked the person out of bed directly, Major General Hao was a little blindfolded, with such a big temper?

"Qingqing ....." Major General was aggrieved.

Song Qing rolled over and rolled into the quilt, "I'm going to rest." ”

What! The originally beautiful atmosphere was ruined by Hao Yu's words.

Little girl don't want to lose face? The little girl will also be angry, okay?

"Qingqing ......" Major General was even more resentful.

Qing Qing ignored it.

Gotta teach me a lesson.

Hao Yu sat on the ground and smiled. The mobile phone kept ringing in his trouser pocket, and the army kept urging him to go back, he really couldn't bear his little girl, just take a second look.

Hao Yu looked at Song Qing as a thin layer spread out in the quilt, and thought to himself, the little girl was still too thin.

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