With a hook from the gang pet boss, Master Fu fell

The beast is nearby.

She felt that the soul imprint she had imprinted on his soul was fluctuating.

She didn't dare to let her mood fluctuate too much. The fluctuation was like a spider's silk, so fragile that it could be broken by a gust of wind.

She calmly felt the little bit of traction, and the wheelchair also moved towards the direction of the traction little by little.

She can be sure that the direction of that person is on the opposite side, among the most lively crowd watching the snowman competition.

But there were too many people over there, blocking her view. For a while, she couldn't be sure where he was, and she had to pay attention to watch the two children to prevent them from being tricked here.

Song Ze and Fu Xun had already arrived at the competition venue, holding hands, they looked for a place where the crowd was not so dense, and they didn't squeeze in. They stood outside obediently and looked in through the gap.

The grown-ups who were watching the game melted their hearts when they saw the two beautiful little dumplings carved in powder and jade. The kind-hearted young ladies and big brothers made room for them to go inside. Some people were afraid that they would not see them, so they suggested holding them to watch.

Song Ze politely smiled and refused: "Thank you, brother and sister, it's fine for the two of us to watch here. Mommy will be worried if she can't see us."

Fu Xun grasped his hand tightly. His big black eyes were filled with happiness and absolute vigilance against strangers in a strange environment. After standing still, he looked back and saw Aunt Yu'er's wheelchair moving. He frowned slightly and called, "Song Ze."

Song Ze turned his head to look at him, before he could speak to him, he heard the crowd suddenly become confused, some people were calling someone unconscious, some people were calling for an ambulance.

He subconsciously looked towards the chaotic direction, there were too many people, densely packed, and the other side was still crowded, so he couldn't see anything at all, only vaguely heard someone shouting: Brother *.

As for what brother, he didn't care, and he didn't hear clearly. He couldn't even hear whether the speaker was a man or a woman. It was too noisy.

In the dense crowd on the opposite side.

Ying Feiyu pushed the man away in a panic and ran in, and helped the man who fell on the ground up distressedly. Seeing that his face was pale, whiter than snow, and a little bit colder, he was anxious: "Seventh Brother, Seventh Brother, are you okay!"

Before, when she saw brother Qi pile up with his little bitch, she was very upset, and she kept standing on the periphery and sulked. She didn't know why he suddenly fell into a coma.

Ying Si opened his eyes, panted violently, covered his heart with his hands, and glanced around, seeing all the unfamiliar faces. He didn't see the familiar figure, grabbed her arm, and said with difficulty: "Go, get out of here immediately."

She is coming.

She is nearby.

She found him!

What did she leave on his heart, something that could sense his existence!

Ying Feiyu wanted to say something else.

Ying Si's eyes suddenly became cold and dangerous, and he said word by word: "Let's go!"

Ying Feiyu was so frightened that she trembled all over her body, she didn't dare to say any more questions, and directly carried him on her back. As a warrior, she was full of momentum, forcing the crowd back, and got into the car as quickly as possible.

After Ying Si arrived in the car, he had an extra dagger in his hand. With sharp fingers, he tightly grasped the cold-looking dagger, and stabbed it into his heart.

His movements were ruthless and fast.

But on his face, there was a smile, a flirtatious, gorgeous smile.

Ying Feiyu screamed in fright at his sudden action, and shouted tremblingly, "Brother Seven."

"It's okay." Ying Si smiled gently at her.

It's just that he was calculated by a cruel woman.

She left a soul imprint on his heart.

He can't erase it, but if he wants to break it, there is still a way to destroy the complete brand. When the place that was branded by her heals and becomes complete again, he will make another knife and continue to destroy it.

The method is very simple, but it will be a little painful.

"Brother Seven." Ying Feiyu handed him a bottle of medicine.

Ying Si had already pulled the dagger from his heart as if nothing had happened, took the medicine she handed over, leaned lazily on the seat, tore off the clothes on his chest, and sprinkled all the medicine powder on the wound.

Ying Feiyu felt pain even looking at it, and gasped in her heart, when she saw him suddenly laughing in a low voice, the coquettish and charming smile was like a poppy in full bloom, with a deadly ghost, and she couldn't help but feel a chill all over her body.

"It's a pity." Ying Si stared at his wound and muttered to himself.

It's a pity that she is Fu Hanyu's woman, otherwise, it must be very interesting to get along with her and be friends with her. She can be the first to make him feel that besides his children, the most interesting person.

But this time, she probably didn't expect that he could discover the soul imprint she left so quickly, and she didn't expect that she would use this method to decipher it!

He guessed right.

Song Yu really didn't expect that some kind of idiot who is desperate and has a strange brain circuit would self-mutilate and stab himself in the heart to break her mark.

In her opinion, this kind of person is a psychopath, a lunatic, and normal people would not do this. It is the heart, not other places, but if the hand shakes like that, if it is inserted a little bit, the person will burp.

At this moment, she suddenly lost the little connection with the soul imprint, clenched her fists in anger and annoyance, and cursed: "Bastard! You run so fast!"

At this time, Fu Hanyu also came over with two children in his arms, pointed at a snowman not far away, and said with dangerous killing intent in his eyes, "Yu'er, look there."