Song Qing thought that the person who should be thanked should be her, she should be grateful to Lu He, Ma Shen, and Uncle Liu, who made her feel a home.

Just like when she was in Cangyu City, Song Guozhi and Zhang Chen treated her as well.

The kindness of these people, Song Qing estimates that it will not be finished in his lifetime. If it weren't for these good, Song Qing wouldn't have survived now. She may have become a demon and not be tolerated by this world.

There is a devil hidden in her heart.

Song Qing knew.

"Qingqing." Ma Shen was stunned for a long time before gently calling her name, but Ma Shen never expected that as soon as she called Song Qing's name, tears overflowed in her eyes.

How can you not shed tears? On the worst of days, she met the best people in the world. She went to hell herself, but dragged her out.

Song Qing, Song Qing, you are worth my hard work.

"Ah Shen." Song Qing gave Ma Shen a smile back.

Ma Shen only felt that Song Qing, who came back this time, was more popular than before. She is still the tall, arrogant, and unapproachable Song Qing, but she also has more warmth.

It's as if a beam of light has finally shone on her.

Has the world finally started to treat her better?

Ma Shen turned his head and didn't dare to think about it anymore, these six years.

Song Qing blew the wind for a while, and was asked by Ma Shen to go back to the room.

Song Qing was lying in the bedroom, she hadn't been back for more than a year, and every time she came, it was only for a day or two, but there was nothing here that made her feel uncomfortable.

She was very idle, looking at her phone and scrolling through the news.

Lu's hijacking case has been paved on the front page of major news, and Song Qing is seen in various videos, but Song Qing's identity is not pointed out, and there is no high-definition face photo.

At first glance, it is the arrangement of Lu He.

There were mixed reviews of Lu's on the Internet, and the stock market was also somewhat implicated for a while. After all, the mall is full of shrewd lords, and they have long smelled the smell of conspiracy.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Song Qing received a call from Qin Hu, and Qin Hu repeatedly confirmed that that person was not Song Qing, and Song Qing repeatedly assured that it was not her. Qin Hu hung up the phone.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, An Jingjing, who was filming in Hangzhou, made a direct video call.

"My ancestor, the girl who saved people from the Lu family, isn't it you!" An Jingjing was dressed in punk and had makeup painted on her face, probably just finished filming.

Although it was a question, the tone was full of affirmation.

"yes." Song Qing generously admitted it.

"How's your injury? My brother told me that Chang Ge'er was so disgusting! Take care of your injuries, and I'll come back to see you after a while and bring you a small gift! My family's appearance of saving people is so handsome! An Jingjing stood her mobile phone on the table, dancing and gesturing with Song Qing.

"When you come back, you can teach me a few tricks, and help you fight in the future!"

"Okay, I'll come back and teach you." Song Qing nodded neatly, there is nothing wrong with learning some.

Song Qing looked at An Jingjing in the video, her makeup was exquisite, but Song Qing noticed that her right side of her face was a little puffy.

"What's wrong with your face?" Song Qing frowned and observed An Jingjing carefully.

An Jingjing's eyes were a little evasive, "It's okay, I just got it when I was filming." ”

"Who hit you?" Song Qing's whole body froze. This is clearly deliberate.

"Heroine." An Jingjing shrugged.

"Jiang Niyan?" The daughter of the second child of the Jiang family is also an artist under Jianglan Film and Television. The heroine of "Praise Sheng".

"yes, I don't know if I offended her there. But it didn't matter, I didn't suffer either, I tripped her a few times. An Jingjing grinned, and Song Qing noticed that there was indeed no anger between her eyebrows, so she was relieved.

If An Jingjing suffers a loss, she will definitely not let go of Jiang Niyan. But now, it's also worth looking it up.

Zhuo Yixun let An Jingjing enter Jianglan, why can't he take care of her? Song Qing directly sent a small group of people to Hangcheng to protect An Jingjing.

As soon as Song Qing turned off the lights, he noticed that someone had broken into the bedroom.

The hand immediately held the gun under the pillow, although it was in the dark, Song Qing still had a keen sense. The man was already very close to Song Qing, half a meter away, Song Qing quickly got up, then grabbed the man's shoulder, broke back, pressed the person against the wall, and pointed the gun at his head.

"Who sent you!" Song Qing lowered his voice and threatened, obviously not wanting to alarm others.

The man let out a low chuckle, and then moved faster than Song Qing to hold Song Qing's gun-holding hand, turned over and held the person in his arms.

Song Qing raised his leg to kick, the man simply held Song Qing's ankle with one hand and raised her leg high, Song Qing was extremely tough, let him be too angry with his leg, and then the upper body was like the man who fell over, but he had already silently held the knife in his hand.

"You'd better not move!" Song Qing pressed the blade against the man's heart.

The man really didn't move, but the hand holding Song Qing's ankle didn't let go, and the two were at a stalemate in this awkward and intimate posture for a while.

"Who the hell are you!" Song Qing thought that the Lu family should not have such a master.

"Who do you think I am?" Hao Yu's hoarse voice came, and Song Qing was shocked to find Hao Yu's body approaching inch by inch, and instinctively, Song Qing withdrew the blade.

Now that he is completely controlled by others, Song Qing is a little annoyed.

"Let it go!" How embarrassing, one leg was lifted above the head.

"Don't let it go!" Hao Yu was a little angry in his words, but when he thought of Song Qing's abdominal wound, he immediately put down his hand obediently.

"Come and show me." Hao Yu's tone slowed down a bit, and turned on the sleep light, the orange light, softening the room.

Song Qing knew that Hao Yu must be looking at the wound, "Don't!" I'm going to sleep, Major General Hao. Song Qing ignored Hao Yu, and directly lifted the quilt and lay in, with his back to Hao Yu.

"Qingqing, are you inviting me?" Hao Yu raised his eyebrows, then took off his clothes and lay down next to Song Qing.

"Hao Yu!" Song Qing noticed Hao Yu's movements and said in a low voice.

"I won't make trouble, let me hug." Hao Yu stuck to Song Qing with a kraft candy, wrapped his hands around Song Qing's waist, and his big thick palms roamed around Song Qing's slender waist, stroking her injured place over and over again.

Song Qing's heart softened suddenly.

"I'm fine, really, I'll be fine in two days. It's not like you haven't been shot, don't you know? Facing away from Hao Yu, Song Qing said.

"I know, I know, the bullet will be fine after a few days of wound healing, I know it. But, Song Qing, my heart aches at the thought of bullets piercing through your skin and piercing into your flesh, I would rather those bullets hit me one by one, and I don't want the girl I like to be injured. Hao Yu's voice was already low and charming, and at this moment, he was talking like this, which made him feel that Hao Yu was clearly teasing her.

"I'm a man, I can be hurt, I can break bones, but you should be considerate of a man, and you don't want your woman to suffer a little hurt."

"Song Qing, do you know how uncomfortable I felt when I saw you injured? Do you have a heart? Will you think about it for me? He stood opposite her with a sniper rifle, with two buildings in between, and watched as the woman pushed his Song Qing towards the muzzle.

Song Qing was silent for a while.

She came to Jiangxin Courtyard mainly to avoid Hao Yu, not wanting him to discover the secrets of her body.