He Yanqiu glanced at Song Miao, lowered his eyes and comforted Mingwei in a gentle voice: "It's okay." ”

However, this reassurance did not have any effect on Mingwei, and she was still flustered in her heart.

She didn't expect that her entire face was almost covered, but she was still recognized.

If this woman spread the news that she had come to Molin Town......

Mingwei was thinking about it, when she suddenly felt a cold feeling on the back of her hand, as if she was sticking to an ice cube, and looked down, only to find that it was the little daughter next to the woman who put her hand on the back of her hand.

The contact of the body made Mingwei have a strange feeling passing through her heart.

She immediately withdrew her hand, barely able to control her emotions, and scolded, "What are you doing? ”

Song Xiaoman only looked at her, the pair of black and gray pupils made Mingwei's back cold, and her body trembled inexplicably.

He Yanqiu noticed Mingwei's emotional turmoil, glanced at Song Xiaoman, and warned coldly: "Be optimistic about her." ”

Song Miao laughed, and then looked at He Yanqiu's eyes.

However, she didn't say anything, only hugged Song Xiaoman forward, and smiled apologetically at Ming Wei: "I'm sorry, I scared Miss Ming." ”

Through her sunglasses, Mingwei stared at Song Miao for two seconds, not wanting to make a big deal about it, so she didn't speak again, only urging He Yanqiu, "Let's go." ”

Song Miao took Song Xiaoman to the town for dinner, and then went around the town to eat before returning to the hotel.

Back at the hotel, Song Xiaoman took the crayons and a drawing book, and lay on the table to draw, but he couldn't see what he was drawing, only the messy and intertwined lines.

After finishing the painting, Song Xiaoman gave the painting book to Song Miao, she stared at the painting for a while, and stuffed the painting book and crayons into Song Xiaoman's small suitcase.

Song Miao went out again at night, and returned to the hotel at about one o'clock in the morning.

When I entered the room with my front foot, I heard a knock at the door.

In the middle of the night, the person who will look for her almost doesn't have to think about it to know who it is.

Song Miao went to open the door, not as happy as seeing He Yanqiu during the day, and Yixing Yanshan asked, "Is there something?" ”

He Yanqiu: "Give Mingwei a glass of water 'water'." ”

The corners of Song Miao's lips were as if they were not involved, and she looked at him silently for a moment, and her lips moved lightly: "Don't give it." ”

With that, she was going to close the door.

He Yanqiu stretched out his hand to hold the door against her, and looked at her with cold eyes, "Miss Song doesn't seem to understand, it's not up to you to give or not to give." ”

Hearing this, Song Miao smiled, "What, I don't give it, are you still going to force it?" ”

"Why not?"

As soon as the words fell, He Yanqiu used some strength to push the door open.

Song Miao staggered back two steps, came back to her senses, her wrist had been grabbed by He Yanqiu, and she was pulled straight to the table where the cups were placed.

Realizing what He Yanqiu wanted to do, Song Miao wanted to break free of his hand, but He Yanqiu suddenly tightened the strength of his hand.

"If you don't give it, I can use her." He Yanqiu looked at Song Xiaoman, who was asleep on the bed.

Song Miao paused, glaring at him coldly, "You dare!" ”

He Yanqiu lowered his eyes, looked at her slightly pale face, and said lightly: "Why don't you dare?" But if you take a little blood, you won't be able to die. But Miss Song, if you are willing to cooperate, I can't do anything to a child. You tell me? ”

Song Miao was not a person who accepted threats, she was about to say something, when suddenly there was a sharp pain in her head, and she only felt that her entire spirit was shaking.

In an instant, the blood on his face was gone, and there was a layer of sweat all over his body.

She realized something, her fingers curled up twice, and she raised her eyes to Shanghe Yanqiu's gaze: "Okay, I'll give." Can you let it go? ”

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After He Yanqiu left, Song Miao couldn't hold it anymore and fell directly to the ground.