Now that things have deviated from the original trajectory, Duan Hanshuang's face is full of anxiety.

"Do you still want to renew your relationship with him?"

"Why did you get Bo Yunxiu again?" Duan Hanshuang frowned, "Now I'm asking about your future plans with me."

Song Yishen lay back and sighed, "It's not bad to continue living like this."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Song Yishen closed his eyes, and his voice was deep: "I'll talk about it later."

——

"It's my sister's birthday in two days, is Brother Yin going to be busy in the next two days?" Chu Luo meant something.

Song Yin stared straight at her, "I'm more concerned about how you deal with yourself in the future."

The furniture in the huge room is simple, and the lights are turned on a few less, which makes the corner a little dim, adding a sense of loneliness.

Chu Luo sat on the big bed, the folds of the quilt were meticulously smoothed, and she sat alone in the center of the bed with an indifferent expression like a mechanical doll.

Song Yin sat on the sofa by the balcony, the sun shining on his back, and between the light and shadow, his expression was faint.

From a distance, there is a faint golden light all around, like a kaolin flower that is far away and difficult to touch.

Chu Luo couldn't see his expression clearly, so he could only stare at the circle of light around him.

If you don't look at his eyes, there is a lot less oppression from the bottom of his eyes.

"Brother Yin, if you guard me like this, I won't change anything."

"I know," Song Yin's voice was so light that he couldn't hear the mood of joy or anger, "but I still want to try."

Chu Luo's slightly drooping eyelashes trembled slightly, and the spring rain outside the window hit the leaves, and the wind blew and shook off the dust on the ground.

"Brother Yin, can you help me pour a glass of water?" Chu Luo looked at him with extremely sincere eyes, looking at the aura all over his body, "I'm so thirsty."

Song Yin was not short of servants here, so he hesitated for a moment and got up.

"I know that Brother Yin loves me the most! When my sister was here, it will not change in the future!"

Hearing this, the foot that was about to step out of the door paused slightly, and his deep voice trembled: "Don't mention your sister."

Then he left without looking back.

When I came back again, the room was empty and there was no one there, and the quilt on the bed had been lifted and folded in layers.

Song Yin quickly swept around the room, put the water glass on the table, and immediately shouted when he turned around, "Someone!"

"Mr. Song!"

"Mademoiselle has run away, go get her back for me," a flash of violence flashed in his narrow eyes, "bring her back and tie me up in my room."

"Tomorrow before the engagement ceremony, be sure to bring her to me!". z.br>

In front of him stood rows of well-trained men, neatly and respectfully: "Yes!"

Song Yin looked around the room and left with a frown.

Next.

The scene of the engagement ceremony.

"I don't have anything to do with Song Yin anymore, and I think she won't hold on to me anymore."

After listening to Song Yishen's words, Duan Hanshuang said thoughtfully, "And it is not harmful for her that I marry you, on the contrary, it is what she has always wanted to see, what reason is there to sabotage our affairs?"

"Not necessarily."

Song Yishen has broken down his relationship with Chu Luo, and he has something to say at this moment.

"She has lived under the halo shrouded by her sister since she was a child, which breeds her radical dark side, and from another point of view, her mind is deformed, and she cannot be judged by ordinary people's thoughts."

Duan Hanshuang's brows furrowed slightly, and he looked at Song Yishen with a little surprise.

"Alright, it's not too early, it's time for us to play." Song Yishen tapped the thin watch on his wrist and reminded, "Today is our good day, don't spoil the atmosphere for others."

Duan Hanshuang's eyes flashed with a strange look, which was fleeting, and he let Song Yi pull it deeply

She walked out.

Mother Song was wearing a rose-red embroidered cheongsam, her skin was fair, and she seemed to be a few years younger, and she was talking and laughing with the guests.

Time passed minute by minute, and everything seemed normal at the ceremony, but the flood undercurrents hidden under the calm were firmly pressed under the sea level by those who were intentionally guarded.

Song Yin stood in the monitoring room, surrounded by the monitoring of the engagement scene.

"Mr. Song, you have been watching it for so long, there is nothing abnormal, and the cooperation plan sent by the Li consortium is still waiting for you to come over and discuss it together!" The assistant explained his schedule for today.

"There's no hurry, I'll wait until they're done."

"Chairman," the assistant sighed helplessly, "Miss Chu Er cares about you, the more you show who you care about, the more she hates someone in her heart, even so, do you still want to continue to watch the scene?"

"But if I don't watch, no one can stop her from making mistakes."

The assistant moved his lips, feeling that his attitude was too resolute to persuade.

"Okay, then I'll let Li Dong come back tomorrow."

"Who is the representative of the Li Consortium?" Song Yin stopped him.

Assistant: "Director Li Huaiyu."

Song Yin's eyes flashed thoughtfully, "I know, next time I will personally make amends, just say that I will do all the security work at the scene of my brother's engagement today, and I can't take the time to discuss work matters, so let him make an appointment another day."

Not long after Li Huaiyu took over the Li family, if he didn't give a decent reason, he was afraid that he would think too much in his heart.

The assistant bowed respectfully, "Yes."

"Not good! Someone was making trouble!" The security personnel on the side pointed to a surveillance and shouted, "Mr. Song is not good!"

Song Yin's mind exploded with a "boom", looking at the delicate back in the video, the sides of his temples were beating suddenly, and half of his face was hurting.

"Hiss......" he propped himself on the table with one hand and pinched the sides of his temples with the other, "take the secret guard and take Chu Luo down."

When the secret guards were dispatched together, Song Yin said in a low voice: "If necessary, don't worry about her sister's promise to capture her back......

——

The scene turned into a garbage dump all over the place in a blink of an eye, the guests fled in all directions because of the gunshots, and Song's mother was long gone.

Chu Luo held the silver pistol in his hand, and he played with it with a familiar movement, as if he had played it thousands of times in his hand, and his indifferent attitude was not half moved by this situation.

"Find a frost," she raised her eyes lightly, looking at the fouled air, and her voice was ethereal, "find it, bring it to me, and burn it for my sister."

"Yes!"

At the sound of the order, the well-trained people around were all dispatched, and Chu Luo sat on the stage where the bride-to-be was originally standing, with a playful expression like a little girl who only knew how to play.

In the fitting room, Song Yishen settled Song's mother, and then turned back to find Duan Hanshuang.

"Son, let's go!" Mother Song grabbed Song Yishen's sleeve when she left, "Those people don't have long eyes, you hurry up and run with your mother, and then we will come back and call the police!"

"Mom, you go to the police first, don't alarm Chu Luo when you come, Duan Hanshuang is my beloved, I can't leave her alone."

"But ......" Mother Song wanted to say something, her face full of worry.

"No, no," Song Yishen anxiously urged, "There's no time, you go quickly!" Bring the police to save us!"

"I'll protect myself!" It will also protect the frost.

A flash of perseverance flashed in his eyes, and he closed Song's mother's car, and watched the car leave before turning back with peace of mind.

Chu Luo, who was on the display stand, was so tired that he watched the sun rise to the highest place, shining on his skin with a slight warm burning sensation.

Look at the time again, it is exactly twelve o'clock at noon.

Chu Luo let out a long sigh, "I haven't found ...... for so long."

She stroked her long hair, "Looks like I'm on my own."

She looked around and saw the guards pouring in through the doorway, their eyes narrowing slightly

After a flash of cold light, he immediately dodged into the background.

Want to help with Frost? She didn't let them get what they wanted.

Chu Luo slowed his pace and searched one room after entering the hotel lobby.

Finally found the dark red back on the rooftop, the red on her body stinged her eyes, and she clenched the gun in her hand.

"Why don't you run away?" She sneered, "Know you have no way to escape? It's too late for you to beg me now!"

Duan Hanshuang's eyes were sad, and he smiled indifferently: "Unfortunately, I'm waiting for you."

"I still want to brush up on tricks, and today I'm telling you, you all have to die here! Funeral for my sister!"

"I really don't understand, if you hurt people, you will hurt people, and you just use your sister as a rhetoric?" Duan Hanshuang couldn't laugh or cry a little, "It's because she knows that her conscience is uneasy and she has found such an excuse for herself, does your sister know?"

There was a gust of wind blowing on the rooftop, and the cold Duan Hanshuang shivered, and in a trance, he seemed to see the depth of Chu Luo's eyes.

"One sister all day long, but the indirect reason why your sister will be poisoned in the end is not because of your sister, not only do you not repent, but also use her as an excuse to do evil everywhere."

"If your sister could feel it, she would rather not have your hypocritical sister!"

Chu Luo's face suddenly turned gloomy, and he held the gun and aimed it at the dark red.

"Whatever you say, you'll die!"

"Bang!"

With the sound of the gun, the blood in Duan Hanshuang's body shouted for danger, and her pupils instantly narrowed, and she suddenly dodged to the pillar.

The bullet hit the pillar without accident, and she pressed against the pillar to feel the stone pillar vibrate by the bullet, and her heart rose to her throat again.

She had never seen Chu Luo shoot, and when she went up to the rooftop, she naively thought that she would not shoot herself.

Today's makeup, Duan Hanshuang specially put a lot of thought into it, in order to restore Chu Qiao's appearance.

But despite this, Chu Luo still did not hesitate.

"Chu Luo!" A familiar voice came to her ears from far and near.

"Song Yishen ......" Duan Hanshuang frowned.

Now I don't know if Chu Luo will hurt him, how can he run over to save her regardless of the danger?

Is it also for Chu Qiao?

"Song Yishen, what are you doing here?" Duan Hanshuang didn't come out, "You go quickly! I don't want you to save me!"

Chu Luo hurriedly turned around and pointed his gun at Song Yishen, "Don't come here!"

"Chu Luo!" Song Yishen pulled the insurance, also aimed the muzzle of the gun at Chu Luo, and said through gritted teeth, "If you dare to touch a single hair of Duan Hanshuang, I will kill you."