Song Qingchun looked at Fang Rou without saying or smiling.

Facing Song Qingchun's indifference, Fang Rou curled her lips disappreciatively.

What she bloomed was no longer the gentle smile that Song Qingchun was familiar with, but with a sharp mockery.

She leaned slowly on the dining table, held the goblet, slowly shook it twice, raised it to her lips unhurriedly, and tasted it.

She drank a small half glass of red wine, probably because she felt that it was too rude to drink alone, so she held the red wine glass, walked to the refrigerator elegantly, rummaged through a bottle of relatively nutritious fruit and vegetable juice, and threw it to Song Qingchun.

Song Qingchun didn't slam the cold fruit and vegetable juice, stared at Fang Rou's eyelids, flashed lightly twice, and opened his voice, unusually calm: "You asked the taxi master to pull me here?" ”

Fang Rou swallowed the red wine in her mouth, sighed for the good taste, and then nodded generously at Song Qingchun, unabashedly honest: "Yes." ”

"What do you want to do?"

Fang Rou hooked her lips as if she had heard a big joke, and laughed in a low voice, and in the next second, her expression was as cold as frost, and her tone was as if she was from hell, revealing a chill: "I want your life." ”

Fang Rou had to pass Song Qingchun's life countless times, but she didn't succeed every time.

Song Qingchun also knew that Fang Rou had always wanted to kill her, but when she heard the words "want your life" from her mouth, she couldn't help but shudder.

Song Qingchun stared at Fang Rou's eyes and looked at her for a long time without blinking before she opened her mouth and asked her the question she was most concerned about these days: "Did you kill my brother?" ”

Fang Rou's fingertips holding the red wine glass trembled slightly, her eyes drooped, and at that moment, there seemed to be a faint sadness permeating her body, but it was only for a moment, and soon she hooked her lips and sneered, took a sip of red wine slowly, nodded, and said in a relaxed tone like talking about the weather: "Yes, Song Cheng was killed by me." ”

Her fluttering tone, like a sharp knife, pierced deeply into Song Qingchun's heart, and Song Qingchun's voice from Fang Rou, which had always been calm, fluctuated: "Why did you kill him, how good he was to you, you don't know, you ......"

Anger made Song Qingchun pause halfway through his words.

Fang Rou didn't seem to feel her anger at all, and while continuing to drink slowly, she also used a smiling tone to talk about how Song Cheng was killed by her: "...... To tell you the truth, since the first day I met Song Cheng, I never thought of having a good time with him, I deliberately approached him, became his girlfriend, and became his wife, just to enter the door of your Song family, of course, but to ask for Song Cheng's life......"

Song Qingchun's angry body trembled, she gritted her teeth and gasped several times before she reluctantly scolded: "Fang Rou, you ...... It's simply not human! ”

"If you kill Song Cheng, isn't it called a person?" Fang Rou lowered her head and giggled, as if she was telling a joke, she continued in a crisp tone: "...... Then what if I still killed Tang Nuan? Do you know that before Tang Nuan died, he came to me to help you get evidence of my murder, but it's a pity that ......"