Su Zhinian didn't even breathe, grabbed her hand that was still on the box, pulled her, and took a few steps back before stopping.

"How ......" Song Qingchun was stumbled by Su Zhinian and threw herself into his arms, and after standing firmly, she raised her head suspiciously and looked at him.

Su Zhinian lowered his head and made a silent expression at Song Qingchun, and his eyes were fixed on the gift box placed on the coffee table.

The room was very quiet, Song Qingchun didn't hear any unusual sound, Song Qingchun waited for a moment, turned his head, just wanted to ask Su Zhinian, saw his expression serious and cold, and the words on his lips suddenly paused, and then realized that sometimes he looked at him, sometimes looked at the gift box.

After a while, Su Zhinian let go of Song Qingchun's wrist, slowly walked towards the gift box.

He bent down, leaned his ear close to the box, listened intently for a few more moments, and made sure that the sound was indeed coming from the box, and then stood up with a frown.

"Any questions?" Song Qingchun, who was in an unknown state, also took a few steps forward and asked softly.

Su Zhinian didn't speak, pulled Song Qingchun, who was standing side by side in front of him, pulled her behind him, blocked her with his body, then looked around left and right, and finally took Song Qingchun's hand into the kitchen, and came out with a solid wood chair.

"What are you dragging a chair for?"

"Is that the cosmetics I photographed on the official website the other day?"

"What the hell is going on?"

Song Qingchun was silent when he saw Su Zhinian, and muttered to him in the bottom of his heart.

Su Zhinian's face was extremely frightening, and in the face of Song Qingchun's words, he did not respond from beginning to end.

He was probably unhappy again, threw the chair heavily in the courtyard, and pulled Song Qingchun back into the house, and then stopped, and spoke to her with a hint of violence: "You stay in the house and don't move." ”

As he spoke, Su Zhinian let go of Song Qingchun's hand, walked to the coffee table, and hugged the green box engraved with LAMER.

"Su Zhinian, where are you going to take the things I bought?" Song Qingchun subconsciously took steps and kept up with Su Zhinian.

When Su Zhinian walked out of the door, he said again to Song Qingchun behind him, in a very serious tone: "Don't go out of the house!" ”

His tone was too sharp, and Song Qingchun's footsteps instinctively stopped at the door of the house.

She saw Su Zhinian holding the box, cautiously walked to the open space in the courtyard, then gently placed it on the ground, and retreated to the chair he dragged out before.

Just when Song Qingchun hadn't figured out what Su Zhinian was going to do, the man suddenly picked up the chair and smashed it heavily on the gift box that had just been placed in the courtyard.

Su Zhinian used almost all his strength, and the physical chair fell to the ground and fell directly into sawdust.

The loud sound shook Song Qingchun's body, and then he saw the chair lying on the ground in front of Su Zhinian in pieces, and the green gift box had been smashed into pieces, and there was something viscous like flesh and blood flowing out inside.

Song Qingchun saw Su Zhinian walking to the ground, so she stepped on the steps and hurriedly walked down, she just took two steps, and when she saw the picture clearly, she turned her back in an instant.

PS: If there is a duplication in the first two chapters, delete the bookshelf and go to the book city to download it again~ The client just drew it~