Genuine Wife and Slave: 108 Types of Love and Killing

"Yes." Still worried about his injury, Song Qingcheng's eyes stayed on him, and when the two walked to the end of the corridor with each other's support, Song Qingcheng saw Leng Jinyan.

She was puzzled, what is Leng Jinyan doing here?
However, she didn't stop, all she was thinking about was Rong Kui's injury now, how could she think about the reason why he came here.

The two passed by, and the tail of her hair was blown by the wind and floated onto Leng Jinyan's cheek.

She still has a familiar scent from S City, and even her eyebrows and eyes are familiar.

Unable to tell what it was like, Leng Jinyan smiled uncontrollably, turned around and left here.When walking, it involved the wound on his body from the fight with the bodyguard just now, and it hurt finely and densely.

I went to the police station with the special police, and it was already four o'clock in the morning when I returned to Xiping Road.At this time, some shops that opened early have already turned on their lights.

Song Qingcheng, who was sitting in the co-pilot, looked at Rong Kui who was driving, and said: "It's so late now, go to the hospital to see your injuries."

"It's just a flesh injury." Rong Kui replied.

His face was half hidden in the darkness, so that Song Qingcheng couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.

She was still worried, watching Rong Kui hesitate to speak, but knowing Rong Kui's character, she still didn't say anything.

He just said, "I'll take care of it for you when I get back. I'll tell my assistant today and don't go to work."

"Ah."

It could be seen that Rong Kui's mental state was not very good, Song Qingcheng didn't say anything anymore, she leaned back in the chair, turned her head and looked at his side face quietly.

When you are in danger, there is nothing more joyful than opening your eyes and discovering that the person who saved you is someone you like.

The neon light and shadows were projected mottled in the car and reflected on the faces of the two of them. Song Qingcheng's eyes were piercing. After a night of kidnapping without any danger, she was also tired. Kui's side made her feel more at ease.

Song Qingcheng looked at Rong Kui quietly, and slowly closed her eyes, with a warm smile on her lips.She fell asleep, but gently tugged at the hem of Rong Kui's clothes with her hand.

Her strength was not heavy, even subtle. If it wasn't for such a quiet environment, Rong Kui, who was driving the car, might not be able to feel the strength of the hem of the clothes. He turned his head and lowered his eyes, looking at the woman who was gradually leaning on his shoulder Sleepy face.

Song Qingcheng is a beauty with bright features, especially when she is awake, her frown and smile can be painted.But when she is asleep, there is another kind of quiet beauty.

Just like the pictures of ladies sleeping underground for thousands of years in the Tang Dynasty, the moment they were unearthed, they were so quiet that you can't take your eyes off them.

Rong Kui moved his fingers holding the steering wheel, turned his head and concentrated on driving.After a while, we arrived at Xiping Road.

Instead of waking Song Qingcheng up, he bent down and filled her up.

However, Song Qingcheng didn't sleep very soundly. When she felt her body vacated, her eyes opened instantly.

"Senior, let me down, I'll go by myself."

"Didn't you fall asleep? I hugged you?" Rong Kui let her go.

Both feet touched the ground, and Song Qingcheng hurriedly got down from his arms. She shook her head: "No, the senior is still wounded. And... this is still outside the villa." Although she is the person she likes, but in Outside, the thin-skinned Song Qingcheng was still embarrassed.

She said to Rong Kui: "I will treat your wound first when I enter the house."

"okay."

Back at the villa, Song Qingcheng took out the medical kit at home. In addition to the commonly used red medicine and bandages, there were also anti-inflammatory drugs.

There was only a slight sound of water coming from the upstairs bathroom. Just now Rong Kui said to Song Qingcheng: "I'll go upstairs to take a shower first, and then apply the medicine after washing."

The abandoned cement factory was full of dust, and when I went there, Rong Kui and Song Qingcheng's coats and hair were covered with a thick layer of dust.

Taking advantage of this time, Song Qingcheng also washed up and went downstairs with a medical kit.

After a while, the sound of water stopped.

Song Qingcheng looked up and saw Rong Kui in a bathrobe walking down the stairs with a blue striped fluffy towel on his head.

"Sit here." Song Qingcheng patted the sofa next to him.

Rong Kui walked over according to his words, sat on the sofa with his back to her, and untied the belt of the bathrobe around his waist.

The bathrobe slid down the white shoulders. Under the bright light, his skin was glowing with enamel, but now there were traces of bruises scattered irregularly on it.

"Does it hurt?" Song Qingcheng couldn't help stroking these scars. Today, Rong Kui suddenly received a call asking him to go to the abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city.

Song Qingcheng didn't know what the person on the phone said. He only saw that Rong Kui's face changed drastically after answering the call, and he even lost his calm all the time, and rushed all the way there at a speed of 130 yards.

Unexpectedly, there was an ambush there, and Song Qingcheng and Rong Kui were attacked by a dozen men in black as soon as they got out of the car.

Song Qingcheng only remembered a sudden pain in the back of her neck when she retreated and dodged, and when she woke up, she was tied up by those men in black and fell down the corridor. In a daze, she heard Rong Kui and a man who seemed to be Male is not male, female voice is not female speaking.

Later, she was rescued.

Although she was confused, she knew that Rong Kui fought with those people in the corridor in order to save herself, and the injuries she suffered were all for her.

She took out the ointment for reducing swelling and removing blood stasis, unscrewed the cap, and rubbed the ointment on his wound with a cotton swab.

The bitter, tea-scented medicinal smell gradually dissipated: "Don't touch the water for the next two days, wait until you're almost healed."

Her words are all for Rong Kui's good, but Rong Kui is a workaholic, not to mention this injury, even in the hospital he would bring the documents to the bed for processing.

Therefore, Song Qingcheng didn't ask him to rest at home anymore, as long as he could abide by the point of not getting wet, he should be more or less satisfied in the past two days.

After wiping her back, she said to Rong Kui: "Is the injury in front serious? Do you want me..."

"No need." Rong Kui turned around and took the medicine bottle in Song Qingcheng's hand, looked at her and said, "Go and rest too, it's almost dawn."

After tossing around for a while, it was already six o'clock, the sky was already slightly crow blue, and the neon lights of the city gradually dissipated.

It was fine if he didn't say anything, but when he said it, Song Qingcheng's eyes could hardly be opened.

However, she was still very worried about Rong Kui: "Can you really do it by yourself?"

"It's okay." Rong Kui replied without hesitation, he reached out and caressed Song Qingcheng's cheek: "You were frightened today, go to sleep quickly." His tone cannot be questioned.

Song Qingcheng said: "Well, then I'll rest first, and you should also rest well." After finishing speaking, she went upstairs.

Lying on the bed, Song Qingcheng quickly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

In the dark dreamland, she once again dreamed of the familiar scene that she had dreamed countless times.

The little girl squatted in the corner with tears all over her face.

Suddenly, a figure came from the bright morning light: "You are crying, why are you sad?"

"Mom and Dad are gone, they don't want Qingcheng anymore." Song Qingcheng cried.

Seeing Song Qingcheng crying so sadly, the little boy knelt down and wiped the tears from her face: "Don't cry, your parents are gone. From now on, I will come and play with you."

Suddenly, he raised his hand, and a sweet fruit-flavored candy was stuffed into Song Qingcheng's mouth.

Song Qingcheng raised his head and looked at the boy bathed in the morning light, a little dazed.

Seeing that her eyelashes were still stained with tears, the little boy took out a handkerchief and handed it to her. On the corner of the handkerchief was embroidered a small, rice-grain-sized letter, L.

"My name is...you must remember."

"Ji-gu, ji-gu, ji-gu." The alarm clock on the mobile phone that had set the time rang on time.

Song Qingcheng, who was sleepy and dizzy, nestled under the quilt, supported his head, took the mobile phone, and turned off the alarm clock.

"My head..." Song Qingcheng's head was about to explode, she covered her head with the quilt, and planned to continue sleeping.

But as soon as I closed my eyes, my head was throbbing. Not only did I feel pain, but I was also sick.

"Hiss." Covering her head, Song Qingcheng had no choice but to prop herself up and sit up. She looked out of the brightly lit window, lifted the quilt and sat up.

Just when she was about to wash up, her phone rang suddenly. She picked it up and walked to the bathroom: "Hello?"

"Ms. Song, hello."

"...Who are you?" The voice was very unfamiliar, and Song Qingcheng was sure that he did not know the person on the phone.

After what happened last night, her nerves are still tense, and she asked vigilantly, "Why do you know my number?"

"..." There was no sound from the other end of the phone. It seemed that the person who called just now had completely disappeared.

Feeling that something was wrong, Song Qingcheng quickly hung up the phone.

But looking at the phone, Song Qingcheng's heart was still pounding, and she always felt that this matter was full of weirdness.

She thought, she should tell Rong Kui about this matter, after all, he has more ways than her.Thinking of this, Song Qingcheng hurriedly washed and walked out of the room.

She walked to Rong Kui's door and knocked lightly three times.

Suddenly, she remembered that Rong Kui must have gone to work, and she came here to look for him, isn't it all for nothing?
"Stupid, stupid." Song Qingcheng patted himself on the head, took out his phone and prepared to call Rong Kui.

Just when she was about to dial, the call just now appeared again.

Pound, thump.

Song Qingcheng could hear her heart beating violently, and her fingers were pressing on the hanger, but she didn't press it down for a long time.

Isn't Song Qingcheng curious?No, she was originally a very curious person, but she was also a little scared.

After hesitating for a while, she didn't answer the phone until the phone hung up automatically and called again.

"Who are you?" she asked directly.

This time, that person didn't go around in circles, but replied directly: "Someone Miss Song doesn't know."

"Since we don't know each other, there is nothing to talk about." After speaking, Song Qingcheng was about to hang up the phone.

"Miss Song, don't you wonder why Rong Kui likes you? Why hasn't he said anything clearly for so many years, but just flirted with you?" The person on the phone said suddenly.

At this moment, Song Qingcheng was stunned, and after a while, she reacted and said: "This is between me and him, it's not your turn to talk about it."

"Beep." The phone hung up neatly, and Song Qingcheng didn't give that person a chance to speak.She looked at the phone in her hand that had regained its calm, and her heart was in a mess.

Just now, the man's words were deeply imprinted in the deepest part of her heart like a brand.