Looking at the quiet room, a picture unconsciously appeared in my mind.

Antique courtyard, man in black sleeping quietly under a pomegranate tree in the courtyard.

Thinking of the man with a noble temperament, Song Qing was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously raised his hand to look at the black bracelet on his wrist.

The style is beautiful, no different from before.

But this thing was shining last night, and when it flashed, the space was distorted.

Thinking of the man in black who appeared in the picture last night, Song Qing was sure that he was not dazzled, nor was he dreaming, but he had really experienced something that science could not explain.

So what the hell is this?

What happened to her last night, which scientist came out to explain it to her.

Looking at the bracelet, no matter how you look at the material, it is an ordinary iron, and no matter how you look at it, it is a worthless thing.

But now, Song Qing naturally no longer thinks that this is an ordinary bracelet.

It's just that now she doesn't wear it no matter what it is.

Song Qing was silent for a while, and directly reached out to take off the bracelet on her wrist, but found that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't take off the bracelet that she could take off.

"I'll go, what the hell." Song lightly grabbed a handful of hair.

Since I can't take it off, I can only wear it now.

Song endured the headache, got up and walked to the window in slippers and stretched out his hand to open the curtains, and the next moment the sunlight fell on his body in an instant, shining into the room warmly.

Feeling a little pain in his forehead, Song rubbed his brows lightly and walked to the desk next to the computer to take a look at himself.

At a glance, she could see the cyan of her forehead.

No wonder it hurts, she was too ruthless, her forehead was bruised.

Song bared his teeth and walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, then put down the mirror, picked up the mobile phone on the bed and clicked on it to take a look.

It was already seven forty a.m., and the sun had just risen a little outside.

Song glanced at the pajamas on his body, then walked to the closet and reached out to open the wardrobe door.

I glanced at the rows of clothes hanging in the closet, and finally chose an orange floral dress to wear at the knees.

Looking at the loose dress, Song Qing also reached out and tied the belt on her waist.

After getting dressed, Song Qing walked into the bathroom, took a rubber band, tied his hair casually, and then began to wash.

After washing, Song Qing picked up a comb and combed his hair, and then walked out of the room after tying a ponytail.

Song Qing's skin is very good, and it looks very white, so he usually basically paints an eyebrow, hydrates his face, and then goes out, looking beautiful and natural.

After tidying himself up, Song Qing took the bag and hung it in his hand, and then took the mobile phone and put it in the leather bag he was carrying.

She was hungry now and ready to go out for breakfast.

Song glanced at the woolen slippers he was wearing, and then walked out of the bedroom after changing into a pair of half-heeled sandals he was wearing.

At the door of the living room, Song yawned lightly, reached out to open the door, raised his feet as usual and walked out.

But as soon as I walked out, I tripped under my feet.

Song Qing staggered two steps before he stood firm.

"What......" Song Qing's voice didn't fall, he looked down at his feet, and then he was stunned.

What caught her eye was a pair of feet in boots, which were the ones that almost tripped her over when she went out just now.

Song Qing tilted his head stiffly and glanced to the side.

Just one glance at her, she saw that there was a person lying horizontally on the ground at the door of her house.

No, two people lying down, to be exact. One big and one small, the big man also hugged a seven or eight-year-old boy tightly in his arms.