Song Hao stood silently for a while, then moved out with small steps.

Waiting for Song Hao's hand to put it on the doorknob.

Bang!

A silver light flashed, and something flew past Song Hao's hand, and then it was directly nailed to the door.

The person on the bed turned over: "Little girl, you'd better not play tricks!" You stay here quietly, and tomorrow at dawn, I will leave. ”

Song Hao hurriedly said, "Don't worry, I won't move." ”

The person on the bed sneered, as if he didn't believe Song Zhen anymore, and then said, "You come to me." ”

Song Zhen was taken aback, didn't she have to stand far away by herself just now? Why did you let yourself pass again, shouldn't it be to kill people?

Song Hao's mind was spinning rapidly, thinking about how she was going to get out of trouble.

The man in black had already sighed and got up from the bed.

He whispered, "I didn't want that." ”

Song Hao didn't have time to resist, there was a pain in her neck, and then the whole person fainted.

The man in black seemed to have used up his strength, staggered a few steps, and then fell to the bed.

"Song Zhen! You damn girl! What a lazy sleep! Get me up and get to work! Outside the house, Mrs. Song's impatient voice came from.

Song Hao was awakened by this sound, and when she opened her eyes, she saw the black and moldy roof.

She struggled to get up from the ground, and yes, she was lying on the ground!

She suddenly remembered the events of last night, and looked at the bed, which was clean, there was nothing, and the person was gone.

No, it can't be said that there is nothing.

There was already a trail of blood on the bed.

The quilt was just sent by Song Yunshan, and it was clean, but now it is stained with a lot of blood.

At this time, the angry Song Pozi had already erupted, and kicked open Song Zhen's door with one kick.

Seeing this, Song Hao didn't have time to think about it, so she hurriedly covered the blood stains on the quilt.

She didn't want to hide the danger of last night, but if she wanted to let Mrs. Song know, Mrs. Song would definitely not believe it! Again...... Song Zhen wasn't sure if she wanted these people to know that she was alone with a strange man last night.

This is the ancient times when the people's customs were closed, and more things are better than less things.

After Mrs. Song came in, she still saw Song Hao's movements.

She frowned: "Song Hao, what are you doing?" ”

Song Hao hurriedly said, "It's nothing." ”

"Get out of the way!" At the same time that Mrs. Song walked over, she stared at Song Zhendao.

Song Zhen said: "Milk, didn't you let me work?" I'm going to work with you!" ”

"Get out of the way!" Mrs. Song emphasized.

The more Song Zhen didn't let Mrs. Song look at it, the more Mrs. Song felt that there was something greasy in it!

Mrs. Song lifted the quilt and saw the bloodstains, and her face sank: "What's going on!" Song Zhen! What did you do? You're not going to be looking for life again, are you? ”

At this time, Song Zhen could only bite the bullet and say: "Milk, this bloodstain has nothing to do with me, you may not believe it when you say it, ...... last night"

"Nothing to do with you? Don't you want to tell me that someone broke into your house last night and left this bloodstain behind? Song Zhen! You're such a fool of me! If you don't explain it today, don't think about it! Mrs. Song stared at Song Zhen deadly.

Song Zhen is almost going to applaud Mrs. Song! You are so discerning that you have guessed the truth! It's a pity that you don't believe it! Then she can't tell the truth now.

Song Hao's eyes rolled slightly, and then said, "Milk, I came to Kwai Shui last night, but I didn't know, so I accidentally soiled the quilt." ”

Although the blood had soaked the quilt quickly, the area was not large.

Hearing that it was the quilt soiled by Kwai Shui, Mrs. Song's face suddenly brought a look of disgust, and she didn't look carefully, so she threw the quilt aside.

"What a bad luck! The Mourning Star is the Mourning Star! Such a nice quilt stained too! Hurry up and find a way to wash it off! Mrs. Song scolded.

When Song Zhen went out to get water, she was going to wash the quilt.

Mrs. Song threw over a broken wooden basin: "Don't wash dirty things with a good basin at home!" Also, boil some water and wash again! ”

Song Hao stared at Mrs. Song for a while, and couldn't help but say, "Milk, are you afraid that the water will be cold and cold to me?" ”

The firewood in this house is not ordinarily precious, can Mrs. Song let herself boil water to wash things?

Mrs. Song made no secret of her true purpose: "When a woman catches a cold when she comes to Kwai Shui, it will be difficult to give birth!" In the future, if you get married and can't have children, won't people still have to come back to trouble our mother's family? ”

Song Zhen: "......" She should know that this Song Pozi, who wants to sell herself, has no good intentions! I shouldn't have any expectations for Mrs. Song!

Song Zhen washed the sheets while scolding the damn man in black, if it weren't for her, why would she suffer such a crime!

As for the cotton in the quilt, it was even more difficult to deal with, and after Song Hao dismantled the quilt, she ripped off the cotton in that place and cleaned it up.

Song Yunshan also seemed to know what was going on, and when he saw Song Hao washing the quilt, he didn't ask anything.

The original owner will not be a female celebrity at all, and as for Song Zhen, she will not.

So when sewing the quilt, Song Hao began to make difficulties, but fortunately, Miao knew Song Hao's difficulties and took the initiative to come over to help.

Before dinner, Miao mended the cotton and sewed the quilt back.

When Song Hao was packing up the needle, she looked at the thin needle and fell into deep thought, she quietly hid the needle.

After dinner, Song Zhen volunteered: "I'll go to the river to fetch water!" ”

Miao said worriedly: "Is your wound healed?" Don't crack! ”

"Mother, that's a skin injury, it's long gone! I want to go to the river......" Song Hao said, her voice tactful, a little squeamish.

Miao smiled: "Do you want to go to the river to play?" Yunshan, you take your sister out for a walk. ”

Song Yunshan directly refused: "Don't go." ”

Song Hao pursed her lips, my brother is still good, but he is too indifferent.

Song Hao smiled: "I'll just go by myself!" ”

Seeing Song Hao go out, Miao looked at Song Yunshan helplessly: "Yunshan ......"

Song Yunshan rubbed the corners of his forehead that was jumping suddenly, and then followed Song Zhen out.

When Song Zhen arrived at the river, she found a wooden stick casually, and tied the needle with a thin thread to the wooden stick.

Although Song Yunshan said that there were no fish in this river, Song Hao really saw it at the beginning, and he still wanted to try it now.

Song Zhen didn't dare to pull the net to fish in the river, but this fishing was not difficult for Song Hao.