The authorities are confused, and the bystanders are clear. Wang Minglan was blinded by lard, so she felt that Song Yiqing had ulterior motives for the Luo family's property.

Song Yiqing leaned against him, her face full of tiredness.

"Thank you, Huai'an."

She came into this world in a hurry, with unfinished responsibilities, all the way forward, without teammates who fought side by side, without friends who traveled the same way.

She's so tired...... This tiredness is not only physical tiredness, but also mental emptiness.

Fortunately, Fang Huai'an's unrepentant dedication to her allowed her to find the meaning of living in this world.

It turns out that a person can really be honest with each other regardless of gains and losses for the sake of a person.

Whether it was in the previous life or in this life, Fang Huai'an changed her view of love. At the same time, it also gave her a constant bond in this life.

"Huai'an, did you think we would have met in the previous life?"

Fang Huai'an looked sideways at her face, and she looked out the window with a focused expression.

"Maybe."

He took her hand and rubbed it against each other.

The moonlight is just right, and the two people enjoy the night view outside through the window, snuggling up to each other, warm and romantic.

Song Yiqing said to herself: "Maybe in my last life, I was a female general, and you were a soldier. Striving for ......"

She stopped suddenly, and Fang Huaian asked, "Why don't you continue?" ”

She thought for a moment and continued, "Then, we went through the ordeal and got together. ”

Song Yiqing changed the ending of the story, if they really knew each other in the previous life, then he should have witnessed the tragic appearance of her being framed and dying on the battlefield.

Fang Huai'an couldn't laugh at all after hearing this, because she had already written her sadness on the connection.

"The story is good, you don't waste your talent as a storyteller. But I can already imagine you wearing a red suit and fighting on the battlefield. There must be a lot of soldiers who are attracted to you. ”

She shook her head. In the previous life, she only cared about the war, and she never cared about these children.

Relive a life, it is fate that makes them meet.

Song Yiqing turned her face sideways, looked at him intently, and asked, "If I leave this world one day, will you be sad?" ”

Fang Huai'an frowned: "Why do you say such things again?" ”

She had mentioned it once before, and he had thought about it very seriously, and he couldn't imagine life without her.

"If you really want to leave, I'll leave with you......"

Before he finished speaking, Song Yiqing didn't think about it, kissed him on the lips, and blocked the words in his mouth.

Fang Huai'an was stunned for three seconds, and the anti-guest was the main thing, deepening this long kiss.

It wasn't until Song Yiqing couldn't breathe well that he reluctantly let her go.

The two of them are emotional but grasp the measure, and the environment here is really not suitable for continuation.

Song Yiqing buried her head in his chest, listening to his pounding heartbeat, unconsciously coinciding with her own heartbeat.

Fang Huaian hugged her tightly: "Promise me, don't leave me." ”

With a half bitterness in her heart, she agreed: "Okay." ”

Song Yiqing was physically and mentally exhausted, and finally fell asleep in his arms.

Fang Huai'an tiptoed her to the bed, stared at her sleeping face quietly, and smoothed the broken hair on her forehead.

For some reason, every time she said she was leaving, his heart felt like a beat was missing, as if this thing was really going to happen.

He kissed her forehead before lying down next to her and falling asleep.

The next day, when Song Yiqing woke up, Fang Huaian had already left.

A note was placed on the table: "It's going to be busy today, come back late, pay attention to rest." ”

Her heart warmed and she smiled.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door outside.

"Miss, it's not good, sir, he'......"

Song Yiqing suddenly jumped up from the bed: "What's wrong?" ”

"Master, his face is black, and his lips are purple......"

The butler even gestured, his eyes revealing horror, as if he had seen a ghost.

Song Yiqing understood that this was the last symptom of poisoning, and Luo Mingsheng had already stepped into the ghost gate with one foot. This time, Da Luo Immortal couldn't save him.

She quickened her pace, rushed to his room, and checked on Luo Mingsheng's situation.

Wang Minglan was also here, and she shed tears before she spoke.

She couldn't bear to tell the truth, and had to say: "Mr. Luo's situation is not optimistic, so let's prepare early." ”

"Prepare what?"

"Prepare for the future."

When the matter came to an end, Wang Minglan had the real feeling that Luo Mingsheng was going to die. She couldn't stop crying, her eyes were gone, and she fainted directly.

Song Yiqing's eyes quickly supported her body that was about to slide off the wheelchair.

"Butler, quick, get her to bed."

Everyone was in a mess, and Song Yiqing gave her a needle, which made her stabilize her mood and fall asleep.

It was a long time before she woke up. As soon as he opened his eyes, he first asked Luo Mingsheng about his situation, and tears couldn't stop flowing out.

Her sadness was saddened and everyone present could not empathize.

Song Yiqing sighed and called the housekeeper out.

"Mr. Luo can't survive tomorrow, so we have to prepare in advance."

"Miss, what you tell us is, we will do it."

"Okay."

Song Yiqing found a pen and paper and wrote down a long list of things that needed to be prepared.

The housekeeper looked at the long bill and knew it in his heart. She is young and knows so many etiquettes, which is really rare.

"The purchase is left to the people on the side, and you are mainly responsible for informing the guests who should be there. Mrs. Luo is like this, it is difficult to entertain, you have been in the Luo family for so many years, you should be familiar with the origin of the guests. ”

"Miss is thoughtful."

"Also, find a way to inform Luo Tiegen's parents."

The housekeeper looked embarrassed: "We have figured out a way, but they have been in a state of disconnection. ”

Song Yiqing bit the tip of her pen and couldn't hold back the curiosity in her heart: "What are they doing?" Why can't I be contacted? ”

The housekeeper was secretive.

She sighed, "You go get busy first." With me, the Luo family can't be messed up. ”

Whether it is an iron-blooded method or a thunderous method, she must stabilize the situation and not let outsiders see the Luo family's jokes.

The Luo family is brightly lit tonight.

Song Yiqing gave the order, and everyone worked shifts to rest. Luo Mingsheng's bedside, she never left the guard.

Wang Minglan came to visit several times, and every time she cried unconscious.

She was helpless and sympathetic, so she could only let Luo Tiegen stay by her side, so that she could have a sustenance.

Fang Huai'an came back late at night, and he went to the room to visit Song Yiqing as soon as possible.

"Go and rest for a while, I'll keep you guarded here."

She shook her head. Luo Ming gave birth to her once, and she sent him to the end, which can be regarded as relieving his life for the original owner.

Fang Huai'an couldn't persuade her, so he could only accompany her to guard here.

From night to day, Luo Mingsheng's state became worse and worse, only the air came out but there was no air intake.

The Luo family was panicked, and the sky was about to fall.