"Reluctantly?" Qin Hu saw that she was in a low mood and comforted her, "Don't worry, I will send someone to take care of my aunt." Qin Hu wanted to hold her hand on her jeans.

Song Qing shrunk, and he didn't dare to step forward.

"Cousin."

"Huh?"

"Thank you." Song Qing said that her eyes fell on the rearview mirror, and she could see that the small villa was getting farther and farther. In fact, it's not the villa that is going farther and farther, it's the people who are moving forward.

"I said, you don't need to say thank you."

Song Qing didn't speak again.

When he arrived at the airport, Qin Hu pushed Song Qing's luggage and helped check in. Song Qing wore a white cap and lowered her head to play with her mobile phone in the waiting area, waiting for An Jingjing, who was late.

An Jingjing was wearing a white dress with ruffled cuffs, which made her very delicate. Compared with Song Qing, who is dressed more neutrally, he is a little more lively.

Song Qing was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and loose jeans, and when she walked, she could faintly see the slender and straight long legs hidden under the pants.

Song Qing and An Jingjing are people who have lived in a room and slept in a bed. An Jingjing praised Song Qing's three straight male killers: face, hands, and long legs!

Song Qing is a person with a body proportion comparable to a model, with a tall figure of 1.72 meters, which makes An Jingjing, who is only 1.63 meters tall, very envious and jealous!

can wear jeans so temptingly, An Jingjing will also serve a Song Qing!

"Qingqing!" An Jingjing swept Song Qing's little head, and shouted in public. Song Qing didn't have the face to look at it, but she still resigned herself to carrying her luggage.

"Miss An, are you finally willing to come? Are you moving? Song Qing swept An Jingjing's two 28-inch suitcases and compared them with her own 24-inch small suitcase. There is no doubt how many things An Jingjing took to the imperial capital.

"Oh, that's all there is to it!" An Jingjing has no troublesome consciousness, anyway, in her cognition, as long as there is Song Qing, there is nothing that Song Qing can't do!

Song Qing gave her a roll of the eyes, and then pulled a suitcase for her.

"Hao Yu, what are you looking at? Yo! Underage! Yo, don't go up and say hello? Helian Zhou saw Hao Yu stop in the passage and looked in one direction, and with sharp eyes, he saw at a glance that the back was Song Qing's little minor.

"No, you don't." When we arrive in the imperial capital, it's not too late to meet again. They walked through the military passageway, and it was impossible to sit together after saying hello.

"There seems to be her cousin by the underage's side, aren't you worried?" Helian Zhou looked like he was watching a good show.

"Don't worry." Hao Yu looked completely calm and relaxed.

"Huh! You're dead duck's mouth......"

Hao Yu swept over with a roll of his eyes, and Helian Zhou immediately shut up.

"Gone." Hao Yu showed no nostalgia and walked to the military channel. Helian Zhou wondered, he was a baby who died yesterday, why did he ignore it today?

Only Hao Yu knew that all he could think about was Song Qing's two long legs in jeans.

Want to peel off ......

Don't get any closer, it's hard.

Qin Hu completed the formalities, and came back to help An Jingjing send her luggage, and when she saw the two huge boxes, she couldn't help but twitch the corners of her eyes.

"Hehe, I'm sorry to trouble Brother Qin." An Jingjing was also a little embarrassed.

What can Qin Hu say? It's not like I'm going to do it obediently.

Triple tickets are in a row. Song Qing sat on the very edge, and she liked the window position wherever she was.

The plane took several hours, and it took more than five o'clock in the afternoon to arrive at the imperial capital, and Song Qing was tired of watching the clouds, so he fell asleep by the window.

Suddenly the cabin shook violently, the emergency lights in the cabin were flickering and flickering, Song Qing opened her eyes, and saw that the cabin was full of blood, people were crookedly upside down, she stood up and kept walking forward, but she didn't see a living person, her feet were crooked, she fell to the ground, and at her feet was a small scimitar about twelve inches long, with a reddish luster.

An idea pops up, pick it up! Pick it up! Song Qing trembled and wanted to reach out and hold the handle of the knife.

"Qingqing! Qingqing! ”

"Qingqing, what's wrong with you?"

Song Qing opened his eyes and gasped for breath. Everything is as usual in front of him, and around him are living An Jingjing and Qin Hu.

"It's okay, I haven't been on a plane for too long, it's a little uncomfortable."

"Sorry, I'm going to the bathroom." Song Qing ignored the stunned expressions of the two people, picked up the bag and walked to the bathroom in the back.

She put her bag on the sink, and in the mirror, her face was very bad, very pale, and there was some cold sweat on her forehead. Song Qing took a deep breath and then washed his face. Open your bag, take out a pack of cigarettes, and a lighter.

She leaned her back against the sink, lit a cigarette, inhaled sharply, and then slowly spit it out, and her heart felt a little calm.

She holds a cigarette between her index and middle fingers and puts it to her mouth. The hands, long, white, and beautiful. The appearance of the cigarette is a little more wild, but it makes people want to tame it even more. Men who have seen Song Qing smoking will not be able to provoke a praise of the goblin.

It's a pity that no one can train Song Qing.

Because she locked herself up.

Song Qing smoked either a lady's cigarette, or a very ordinary cigarette of more than 20 yuan, which was very rough, strong, and choking. An Jingjing knew that Song Qing smoked, she was fascinated by Song Qing's smoking appearance more than once, and she asked Song Qing to change to another cigarette more than once, at least, don't smoke so strongly. When An Jingjing was a sophomore in high school, she bought 100 kinds of good cigarettes for Song Qing. Expensive, good-looking, not strong. Basically, she bought some cigarettes for Song Qing.

Song Qing also accepted her enthusiasm and took a sip of everything. However, there is no kind of cigarette that can have that pack of rough cigarettes for more than 20 yuan to make yourself stable.

She has no addiction to cigarettes and doesn't usually smoke. But she will carry a pack of cigarettes with her whenever the occasion allows, because, when she is impetuous, only this cigarette can temporarily ease her.

Later, An Jingjing didn't care about Song Qing's rough smoking, she changed her position again, and tried her best to buy filters for Song Qing and drugs to keep her throat. Caring about Song Qing's lungs is more enthusiastic than caring about herself.

often took Song Qing to sit for examination, but every time, Song Qing's lungs were intact. Later, she gave up, but An Jingjing still persisted in buying her the medicine for her throat.

An Jingjing is even with Song Qing, and she will put a pack of cigarettes she smokes in her bag. Because, An Jingjing has seen Song Qing irritable and has no smoke.

"Knock knock—"

"Qingqing, open the door." Outside the door is An Jingjing.

"Jingjing." Song Qing opened the door, and An Jingjing watched Song Qing leaning on the sink in mourning, with unstoppable exhaustion and sadness in her eyes.

An Jingjing walked in and locked the toilet door.

"Do you want to tell Brother Qin?" An Jingjing handed Song Qing a mint candy.

"Don't."

Song Qing took it, but it was not fed to his mouth, the cigarette was already more than halfway smoking, but his heart still did not calm down.

"What's going on today?" An Jingjing has rarely seen Song Qing look so depressed.

"Maybe I'm leaving home."

Song Qing looked up and looked at the white light above his head, a little dazed.