Song Qitang's heart trembled, clenched the doorknob, and his lowered eyes were blood-red, making his cheeks appear horribly white.

"Like a rat crossing the street hiding from south to north, thinking that it can hide the ugly things it does?"

Ye Kaifeng said coldly, "Fortunately, you are not the third brother's real fiancée, you cuckolded him and was caught and raped by him in bed, how can you compare with Qin Wan?" Jin Yu is ruined on the outside. ”

"Why should I compare myself to the dead for the sake of Jiang Yanxing?"

Song Qitang asked disappreciably, and his collapsed spine immediately straightened, "You all admit that Jiang Yanxing stepped on two boats with one foot, why did I have to hang the crooked neck tree?" ”

Ye Kaifeng was speechless, looking at her frozen eyes, "So you have peace of mind to kill Qin Wan?" It is said that you hate because of love, but if you really love the third brother, you will not sleep in someone else's bed. ”

"Don't you understand the point? Since the defeat of the Song clan in the hands of Jiang Yanxing, I have drawn a line with him. ”

Song Qitang's pale lips slowly hooked a sarcastic smile, and his black eyes were as cold as a snow pool, "It's that I don't want Jiang Yanxing, he is not qualified to criticize me, and it is not your turn to point fingers." ”

"According to the law, even if the tenant is demolished, he can get the corresponding compensation to the tenant, and Mr. Ye should not be cocooned by the media to hype up the transformation of the urban village."

Her beautiful eyes wandered into shadows, and she couldn't see anything unusual except for her pale face, "Missing." ”

Ye Kaifeng wanted to be sarcastic again, and the door shook off the invisible ash.

"The little ladies are not only sharp-toothed, but also brazen."

He kicked the bench and took out his mobile phone to call Jiang Yanxing.

It is estimated that Jiang Yanxing was busy entertaining, and the beep sounded several times before answering, "Give you ten seconds." ”

"Third brother, do you know where Song Qitang lives? The Present World! I met her in the hospital, and she lives in an urban village! She was the one who slept with you that night...... Feed? ”

The beep ruthlessly cut off Ye Kaifeng's complaints, he was stunned and looked at the call time.

No more, no less, exactly ten seconds.

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The dream returned, and Song Qitang's soul seemed to be locked in an old-fashioned camera in an instant.

She is like a walking corpse, watching the absurd scenes staged in the camera coldly, and the fast-flashing clips finally freeze the sky falling apart when she wakes up next to other men's pillows.

The picture turned suddenly, the loud sound of Jiang Yanxing's door breaking down shook her eardrums, and she was helpless to find herself standing in a large pool of blood, with the seriously injured Jiang Mu at her feet, and Qin Wan in the distance had been dead for a long time......

As the years go by, even if it is a dream, Jiang Yanxing's cruel eyes can still make her feel cold all over her body and her bone marrow hurt.

"Sugar Candy, why are you crying?"

The tender little hand gently touched Song Qitang's cheeks.

She lifted her eyes faintly, held it with her backhand, and her hazy vision filtered the mottled neon to turn to the young, and smiled dumbly.

"It's scary, dreaming of dinosaurs."

"Dinosaurs are ugly?" blinked ignorantly, hugging Song Qitang, "I protect my aunt." ”

"It's ugly." Song Qitang smiled, "There is no rice at home, I will send you home and buy it later, is it okay?" ”

Looking around at the empty bus, "It's so late, can't you buy it tomorrow?" The rice is heavy. ”

Affected by the environment in which he was raised, he was more sensible and sensitive than his peers.

The guilt in Song Qitang's heart seemed to be overflowing, and he kissed her forehead, "I taught you, today's business is finished today." ”

took the child into the house, and Song Qitang made sure that the gas was turned off before going to the store to weigh rice.

Ruan Xiuzhu had to be hospitalized for a while, and she didn't have time to deliver food every day, so she bought a little less rice than usual.

The conditions in the urban villages are simple, there are many people living together, and young people can be seen coming and going in and out of the society in the middle of the night.

Song Qitang carried a rice bag in one hand and an oil drum in the other, taking advantage of the dim light of the residential building to avoid the puddles, and try to pick up the noisy boundary to walk.

Passing through an alley full of debris, her view was blocked, and she accidentally tripped over her bicycle.

A slender arm suddenly appeared out of thin air, supporting her.