"Okay." How is it not good, after all, Hao Yu is so good.

Song Qing smiled, Hao Yu was not happy, hugged Song Qing on his lap, and then fed her porridge one bite at a time.

Is this raising a child?

Song Qing struggled and wanted to get up, "Don't move, be good." Hao Yu didn't wait for Song Qing to answer, and handed her a spoonful of porridge.

"I really don't want you to leave, my girl, it's a robbery when others look at you."

I hope that he is the only one in the world who sees Song Qing.

"Come with me?" Song Qing quipped, how could Hao Yu go out with her? You can't go abroad at will without a mission.

Therefore, after Song Qing finished speaking, he received Hao Yu's resentful eyes.

"Qingqing, I'm hungry." Hao Yu said.

Song Qing also learned from Hao Yu and handed him a mouthful of porridge, but Hao Yu didn't take advantage of the affection and handed the spoon to Song Qing, "Eat." Hao Yu said that Song Qing had just stroked the tiger's hair, and he was instantly well-behaved at the moment.

As soon as the porridge was eaten, Hao Yu blocked Song Qing's lips with his lips, and his tongue stirred Song Qing's mouth, rolling the porridge back.

After doing it, he licked his lips, "It's delicious." ”

Song Qing glared at him viciously, Hao Yu pretended to be blind, and wanted to take a bite, Song Qing suddenly had a pain in his head, and his expression was in a trance for a moment.

"What's wrong?" Hao Yu immediately ignored the porridge, and hugged Song Qing worriedly.

"It's okay, I'm just, I have a little headache, maybe I slept too much yesterday." Song Qing shook her head, the tingling sensation disappeared again, and Hao Yu saw that her expression was as usual, so she let go of her heart.

"Go get a check-up?" Hao Yu was very worried about Song Qing, after all, he was very suspicious that Song Qing had been injected with 13, and no one could guarantee that there would be any problems.

After all, everything that has problems is dead.

"I'm really fine, don't worry." Inspections should never be done outside.

"Okay." Hao Yu could only suppress the doubts in his heart, step by step, everything was still undecided, and he couldn't make any rash moves.

Hao Yu sorted out Song Qing's suitcase, took out the skirts that were shorter than the calf, and put them in long pants and short sleeves. Song Qing looked at it, crying and laughing. Hao Yu said a lot of precautions, and Balabala kept muttering to the airport before reluctantly leaving.

Half an hour after Hao Yu left, Song Qing went to a compartment in the bathroom, changed his face, brought a hood with chestnut curly hair, and changed into ordinary wide jeans and short sleeves. After pressing a few times on the combination lock of the suitcase, the color of the box changed.

When she came out again, she turned into a woman of medium stature with small freckles on her face.

After going through security, getting on the plane, I arrived in Italy at night.

Can't let the drunkard come to the Empire, she has to kill him first.

Song Qing stayed at a hotel near the airport, then turned on the computer and contacted the group. The party quickly replied to her, since she said that she was going to come to Italy to kill drunks, the party has been waiting for Song Qing's contact.

"He's been in the underground casino for the past few days, and it seems that he expected you to come." The line is actually very guilty, it was he who had a problem in his action and had to ask for help, Maomao helped him, but now this guy is alive again. He couldn't figure out how this guy survived, but he was shot in the heart by Mao Mao. The reputation of the Mao Mao Gun King is not false, and it is impossible to miss this kind of bloody thing.

A medical miracle? No, no, no, it can't be.

Casinos are mixed, it is best to hide, and it is the most difficult to assassinate, after all, you may not even guess that the person you bump into at random can be a hegemon.

Song Qing's expression did not change, and he only typed a few words into one line: "I will meet him." ”

Without waiting for a line to reply to the message, the computer was already closed.

She wore a black beret, and her long, maroon hair covered most of her face. Take a taxi, get to the Fries Hotel in the city center, and turn from Yerevan Avenue on the side to the underground casino.

A woman, single in a casino, is particularly eye-catching. But the face under the black cap is unremarkable, Song Qing always attracts people's eyes, and then is ignored.

And in those eyes, Song Qing observed by himself, and he didn't see the drunk.

Some killers use false faces, and some killers fall on this road and can no longer find the sun, so they show their true faces.

Drunkards are such beings.

Song Qing walked through the entire casino without a trace, and sure enough, next to a portrait of the Virgin Mary, he saw the mark of a drunkard.

Sure enough, he came to demonstrate to her.

An anchor sign with an iron chain around it, and the anchor points to the third room on the second floor from left to right.

Give somebody a dose of his own medicine.

Song Qing thought of this word in a second.

Song Qing lowered her cap, smiled lightly, and looked carefully, her right lip was hooked higher than her left lip, which was a precursor to her hidden murderous intentions.

"Who?" There was a guard at the door who stopped her. Song Qing glanced at it, loaded with a gun.

"I'm looking for the ghost master, and the ghost master invited me here." Song Qing spoke, her voice had changed to a female voice that was not very recognizable, she handed a Nighthawk flat blade to the doorman, and when the doorman saw the knife, he was instantly frightened and trembled, and quickly took a step back. Song Qing didn't squirm, put away the nighthawk, then pushed the door open and closed it.

"Maomao." The drunkard wears a Western-style shirt with a collar and a western face with blue eyes, not handsome, but not ugly either. Blonde hair, slightly curly, drunken sitting on a burgundy velvet sofa with a low table of fine wine and delicacies.

Song Qing took off his cap, sat casually on the sofa opposite, and lifted Erlang's legs.

"How did you live?" This is the greatest curiosity, and it is natural to ask.

"How did you survive, and how did I survive." The drunken man smiled, his blue eyes looked deep and moving, Song Qing didn't know if it was his illusion or what, there seemed to be a golden flow in those faint blue eyes.

"Don't play dumb riddles with me, I killed you. And, you have to remember that I could have killed you three years ago, and three years later, I still can. Song Qing changed her appearance, that face was ordinary, but it burst out with intoxicating charm everywhere.

"Dear Maomao, you know? Three years ago, when you approached me with your true face, you should have thought that I would fall in love with you at first sight, and now, even if you face me with this ugly face, I think you are really beautiful. The drunkard took a sip of the red wine, and the juice overflowed from his mouth, licking it like a devil who did not know what to eat.

Love at first sight? Song Qing thought of the tall and majestic figure.

"Maomao, chatting with your old lover, can you get distracted? Tell me, good girl, who are you thinking? ”

"You're really, insulting the word love at first sight." Song Qing sneered, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.

"Really?" The drunkard's patience ran out, and he pointed a shot at Song Qing's heart.

"Three years ago, you were like that, killing me with your broken knife."

"So, what are you doing while you're still alive?" Song Qing was not afraid, sneered, and then crossed the low table to the drunkard at a speed that was difficult for ordinary people to achieve, took out a gun from behind him, and also pressed it against the drunkard's chest.