Song Zhiwei pinched his earlobe slightly, and was angry, "I'm sick, I'm going to test you with my own life?" ”

Qi Su put his head in her neck in a hugging posture, and his tone couldn't hear the emotion, "Why did you wait at home to come out." ”

He was more like asking himself than asking her.

Song Zhiwei pushed him and took a deep breath, "Why are you still guilty of victims." ”

Qi Su didn't speak, and tightened her tighter, which made Song Zhiwei let out a painful snort, and he hurriedly let go.

Song Zhiwei felt a little funny, but she didn't have the strength to compete with him anymore - Wang Qiang was too ruthless, and the moment he dragged her almost cost her half her life.

When waiting for the ambulance, Qi Su carefully put her on the bed, checked her injuries little by little, and carefully put his coat on her body, and the scarlet blood instantly soaked half of the suit.

Song Zhiwei buried her head in the pillow and endured unbearable pain.

Now that she has calmed down, all her senses have been magnified, and her head is dizzy from pain.

She deliberately distracted herself, and talked to Qi Su without a match, "Do you know, when I was a child, I lived like this every day, washing clothes, cooking, cleaning and cutting wheat and grass......"

Song Zhiwei wrinkled her eyebrows and smiled, "A young master like you who is clothed in fine clothes and jade food, I'm afraid I don't know what wheat grass is...... But it doesn't matter...... One time when I was washing the whole family's clothes outside in sub-zero weather, Wang Qiang was holding his son in the house to bake the fire, and the water on the stove was boiling hot, and he didn't let him use it. At that time, I was only seven or eight years old, no, I seemed to be nine years old, I don't remember exactly, so I deliberately cut their clothes with a branch, spit out a lot of saliva, and of course I was beaten again, but at that time I didn't feel any pain at all. ”

Qi Su hugged her and said in a dumb voice, "I know." ”

Song Zhiwei didn't care about his answer, and said to herself, "You see, in fact, I'm not a good person who goes against the grain." ”

Then I thought, if someone came to save me and my mother, I could make him a cow and horse for the rest of his life, but no one came...... Later, Jiang Lin came, but she was no better than Wang Qiang. ”

Nancheng was so big that she didn't know where to go when she ran away.

It's too small, and every time I just pick up my mother, I'm dragged back by someone, and then locked up in a small black room.

"You really don't treat me well." Song Zhiwei didn't know what she was talking about anymore, she saw Qi Su in a daze and seriously wiped away her cold sweat, "...... The second time, you came. ”

Through that small window, she saw for the first time a glowing man, from his appearance to his voice, perfect as if he had just broken in.

Qi Su wanted to speak, but was finally swallowed back by himself, he stared at her pale eyebrows, lowered his head, and kissed him lightly.

He traced along her delicate lips, his face was cold and hard, but his fingertips trembled slightly, "Song Zhiwei......"

A cold liquid fell on the corner of her eyes, and Song Zhiwei trembled as if she was frightened.

But when she looked at it in chaos, he was clearly still that proud, and he couldn't find half of the sadness.

The dream was so real, like what she had longed for most.

"It's much better than them, though." Song Zhiwei was dizzy and said slowly: "Actually, it's good that you know, I'm so tired, I'm too tired to live." ”

"To be loved too."

“……”

Qi Su listened quietly, and I don't know how long it took, he turned his head and kissed her forehead lightly, and then suddenly got up.

In the dimly lit room, Song Zhiwei could only hear him talking on the phone intermittently.

"An urban village at the northeast corner of the interchange...... Yes, the third floor...... I saw the ambulance, no, she's fine, the gangsters might be something......"

Qi Su was talking while carrying the two dying people to the door, and just bent down when he heard Song Zhiwei's exclamation, "Be careful! ”

He turned his head at the sound of the sound, his abdomen cold for a moment, and a dagger sank deep into his abdomen.

He subconsciously kicked away the murderer, glanced at Song Zhiwei who was struggling to get up on the bed, and then sat down slowly and calmly.

When his vision was blurred, he thought to himself that her pain at that time should be more than ten million times more than that.

"Qi Su, don't sleep." He heard her hurried voice, as if she had begged him before.

He is really afraid of trouble, especially when arguing with women.

If she goes back to the past with a knife, it doesn't seem to be a loss.

The rest of the story is not clear, it seems that someone broke into the door, and the sound of small footsteps was messy, mixed with some scattered quarrels.