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"Miss Song!" Song Qing turned back with an angry face.

"If you catch up like this, it won't help at all, it's better to think in the long run." Ning Duo was wearing a formal suit, tall and long-legged, and he was over forty years old.

"It's none of your business, of course you don't think it's going to help." Song Qing sneered, and naturally calmed down, her personal grudge with the drunk ghost should not be exposed.

"Why did you cross paths with him?" Ning Duo selectively ignored Song Qing's stinky face and asked.

"Want to know? You can find out for yourself. "Why is she unhappy?

"Miss Song, it's very unpleasant for you to do this." Ning Duo said, with a threat in his eyes.

"Oh? If I make everyone like me, will the hurt of those around me disappear? Minister Ning, I don't need everyone to like it, what I need is to keep my people safe! ”

Ning Duo was stunned, he didn't expect that this girl was so courageous, and she deserved to be the booster behind Lu He, but unfortunately, the origin was too unclear.

Song Qing threw away the scalpels he took from Ma Shen and was about to leave, Ning Duo looked at the countless bruises on the little girl's body, and he felt a little uncomfortable, so he was nosy and said, "Where to go, I'll send you." ”

Song Qing pursed her lips and thought for a while, she didn't have a car now, and she needed a ride, so she didn't twist: "Jiang Xinyuan, thank you." ”

Ning Duo smiled, this girl was domineering when she raised the bar with others, and she was sincere in thanking others.

The two sat in the back row together, Ning Duo took out the medical kit and handed it to Song Qing, who simply washed it with alcohol without bandaging.

"Why were you hunted down by that man?" Ning Duo asked, he paid close attention to the drunkard's movements, but found that that person actually helped Lu Jun to deal with Lu He.

"Because of the Lu family."

Ning Duo was surprised, and sure enough.

"How did you live so dangerously at such a young age?" Ning Duo asked again, and the driver driving in front felt that the minister had talked a lot today.

"That's what fate is." Song Qing drooped lightly.

Since I opened my eyes, I was in Switzerland, and since then, I have been stained with blood.

Ning Duo wanted to say more, but he was shocked, what was he talking so much nonsense with a little girl? Shaking his head, he silently tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Stop!" Song Qing patted the window of the car and motioned for the driver to stop.

The car stopped at the door of an old street, Song Qing turned in, and spent three yuan at the third stall to buy a yellow and tender duckling.

Song Qing held it and returned to the car.

Ning Duo looked at Song Qing with a faint gaze, Song Qing thought that Ning Duo didn't like to put small animals in the car, and said, "Don't worry, I won't let it touch the car." ”

Ning Duo was silent, Song Qing didn't say anything more, and when he was about to arrive at Jiang Xin Courtyard, Ning Duo spoke: "You, like it?" ”

"Huh?" Song Qing looked up, puzzled, and saw Ning Duo looking at the duck in his hand before explaining: "I like it." "The little white hand touched the duckling's head, the fluff was very soft and cute.

The car stopped at the gate of Jiangxin Courtyard, Song Qing opened the door, thanked him, and ran directly upstairs.

"Minister?" The driver looked at Ning Duo's figure of Song Qing leaving, and asked with some uncertainty.

"Drive." Until the car turned around, Ning Duo's eyes were still staring at Jiang Xinyuan through the rearview mirror.

"Miss." When Uncle Liu saw Song Qing coming, he hurriedly greeted him.

"Where's Little Liu?"

"The young master is upstairs, Jiang" Liu Bogang wanted to say, Miss Jiang was here, but Song Qing had already gone upstairs directly.

"Get out!" Song Qing was on the stairs, and he heard Lu He's roar, and then, Jiang Qingyin stumbled out, and the two happened to collide, Song Qing only looked at each other for a second, and then staggered away from her.

Jiang Qingyin looked at Song Qing's cold face, as if he was silently mocking her.

The hands were unconsciously pinched, and the hatred in his heart grew little by little.

Lu He's whole body was buried in the darkness of the room, with the smell of wine lingering around him, and his head was lowered.

"Little Liu, look at me."

Lu He thought he was hallucinating, opened his eyes, and looked at the girl smiling like a flower, young and young.

A clean white shirt, the nearest one was a slender wrist, and his hands were folded up and down, reaching out to him.

"Look."

Lu He raised his tired eyelids, Song Qing took away a hand, and in his right hand was a newborn duckling.

Yellow, small, two eyeballs, like black beans, quirky. When I was a child, Song Qing was my favorite.

Lu He remembered that not long after he picked up Song Qing, Lu He took Song Qing to cross a bridge, and there was an old woman on the bridge, carrying a group of little yellow ducks in a cardboard box, and the cardboard box was written in French: two francs.

Twelve-year-old Song Qing couldn't speak yet, but her eyes were staring at those little ducklings.

Sixteen-year-old Lu He found it amusing and jokingly said, "Want it? ”

Twelve-year-old Song Qing was stunned for a long time, and Lu He, who was sixteen years old, was bored, and twelve-year-old Song Qing nodded slowly.

So, sixteen-year-old Lu He spent one franc to buy two ducklings for twelve-year-old Song Qing.

Then, in exchange for the little girl, she repaid with no expense.

Sixteen-year-old Lu He would never have imagined that he bought two ducklings for the little girl on a whim, and as a result, he had a completely different life.

If there were no francs, no two ducklings, it is estimated that if something happened later, the girl would have left indifferently. No, after the duckling was trampled to death, he slaughtered those twenty-two lives so violently and madly.

At that time, Lu He was not called Lu He, he was still Lu Xiaoliu, and he shed the blood of the Lu family to the bones, because after perceiving the girl's trust in him, he took advantage of her ignorance and used the girl as a tool for his revenge.

What did he do, at that time, Song Qing didn't understand anything, but he pushed her to hell.

Song Qing looked at Lu Xiaoliu stunned, and his eyes were still a little red. He put the duck in his hand in Lu He's hand.

"Afraid of what?" Song Qing asked him with a smile.

The Lu River raised its head.

"You're her pride." Song Qing said.

"Song Qing." Lu He's cowardice, timidity, fear, and nowhere to hide were revealed in front of Song Qing.

"Are you a trash?" Song Qing grimaced, smiling and mocking.

The light in Lu He's fox eyes dimmed again.

"The Lu He I know, as long as there is a glimmer of life, he will desperately live. If you want to be a trash, you can do it, and I'll take care of everything for you. You are here, hiding in the dark, and living your life, but I advise you not to pay tribute to your sister and mother in this life, you are not worthy. ”

Song Qing is leaving.

"Song Qing, I'll come."

"I'll come." One is firmer than the other.

"Then make it pretty." Song Qing didn't look back and left.

She went directly to Jiayuan, and when Hao Yu hadn't come back yet, Song Qing contacted the group and told him what had happened in the past two days.

Yixing said that the drunkard did not issue a hunt and kill order for Mao Mao for a long time, and it should be that the person behind the drunkard was not allowed. Otherwise, with the character of a drunkard, it would not be like this.

Song Qing was in a trance, thinking of the person on his birthday.

She always felt that there was a net that was close to her.

Hao Yu came back, dressed in a military uniform, stained with wind and dust, Song Qing was a little distressed, threw himself into his arms, and was grabbed by Hao Yu, "I'll take a shower first." ”

Song Qing shook his head, leaned against the man's chest, and listened to his heartbeat.

"Because of Lu He?" Hao Yu asked, seeing that the little girl was very unhappy.

"Yes, but it's not." Song Qing's head was buried under his military uniform, and his voice was a little hoarse.

Hao Yu stroked the little girl who rarely showed her fragile side, as a reassurance, Song Qing sprayed perfume today, the smell was clear and smelly. I want to chat with more like-minded people about "{?$article_title?} ", WeChat pays attention to "excellent reading literature", chatting about life, looking for confidants~