She didn't speak, and Ji Huaishen didn't continue to ask.

Instead, he said to himself, "Let's talk about a little girl who sells matches." ”

"Once upon a time there was a little girl who ...... at home"

Did he really talk about it?

Mu Xiaocheng pursed her lips tightly, her lips gradually lost color, and her eyes became inexplicably sour.

Her head rested on his shoulder, and he held her in one hand, without any extra movements.

The nights in the depths of winter are quiet.

Her ears were filled with his deep, gentle voice, which felt quiet and beautiful.

Mu Xiaocheng seemed to have returned to the night many years ago, when her mother told her a story......

The tip of her nose was sour, and tears swirled in her eyes.

But she stubbornly didn't let the tears fall.

I don't know how long it took, but the sleepiness gradually set in, and she slowly closed her eyes.

Before going to bed, she muttered, "Ji Huaishen, remember to tell me to get up early tomorrow." ”

Ji Huai looked sideways, stared at her quiet and lovely sleeping face, and responded gently.

"Hmm."

Feeling the sound of her even breathing, Ji Huaishen carefully lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead.

The voice was hoarse and tender: "Good night." ”

—

Because the last time Qi Feiwan didn't get a benefit from Mu Xiaocheng, she was also rectified by Mu Xiaocheng.

So recently, she has been quite uncomfortable in her heart.

And Zhou Ningshuang seems to be a master who is afraid that the world will not be chaotic.

Always fanning the flames in her ears.

Of course, Qi Feiyun knew that Zhou Ningshuang was not a good person, but as long as she could help herself get things done, she couldn't care what kind of person she was.

At this time, Qi Feiyun wore a hat and a mask and sat in a corner of the bar.

And Zhou Ningshuang, sitting next to her, took a lady's cigarette in her hand and didn't light it.

"I heard about that last time, I'm really upset for you, Mu Xiaocheng's dead girl, it's really disgusting."

Zhou Ningshuang took a sip of wine, then took out a lighter, snapped, and lit the cigarette in his hand.

Qi Feiyun narrowed her eyes dangerously: "It's not." ”

Mu Xiaocheng now has a big backer, and she can't move.

Angry in vain.

She can remember the last feud well, what's the matter, she has to do everything she can to be ashamed.

Zhou Ningshuang took a puff of cigarette enjoyment, and out of the corner of her eye, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of a familiar figure, and suddenly raised her eyebrows and asked, "Do you want to get her?" ”

Qi Feiyun frowned lightly: "If I'm not mistaken, you and that Mu Xiaocheng are related, right?" Why do you want to help me? Moreover, I can see that you are very hostile to her. ”

Hearing Qi Feiyun say this, Zhou Ningshuang laughed in a low voice.

flicked the cigarette ash with his fingertips, and the corners of his mouth rose: "I, as long as the Meng family is not at peace and Zhou Ningyi is not doing well, I will be happy." ”

said it lightly, but those eyes were full of hatred.

I see.

Zhou Ningshuang helped her with a purpose.

borrowed her hand to make Xiaocheng whole, wanting to make the people of the Meng family unhappy.

Qi Feiyun's eyes lit up, and she looked straight at her: "Do you think I will cooperate with you?" ”

Zhou Ningshuang smiled and raised her red lips: "Wouldn't Miss Qi?" ”

Qi Feiyun clasped her hands around her chest and smiled contemptuously.

"Tell me, what are your plans?"

Zhou Ningshuang pointed with his hand and pointed in a certain direction in the bar hall.

"Do you see that tall, thin and handsome young man?"

"That's the second child of the Song family, Song Guiran, Mu Xiaocheng is a very good friend."

Qi Feiyun raised her eyebrows.

Zhou Ningshuang smiled, and her tone was cold: "If something happens to him, Mu Xiaocheng shouldn't not help, right?" ”

(End of chapter)