Kuai Chuan: I really don’t want to be a villain

The ending doesn't seem to have changed much now.

Song Qiao turned to look at his sister. The girl's already pale face now had no trace of blood.

Growing up, Qiao Yan was neither expected nor loved. When Song Qiao was born, Song Feng and Qiao Hui were at their best. At that time, Song Feng even thought about divorcing and marrying Qiao Hui home. Song Qiao's name is the combination of her parents' surnames. Let's put it this way, when she was a child, she didn't even know that she was an illegitimate daughter. Her childhood was quite happy, and this happiness lasted until the birth of her younger sister.

The birth of Qiao Yan meant a turning point in the relationship between Song Feng and Qiao Hui. Before that, there were already problems in their relationship. Qiao Hui was no longer young, and Song Feng also felt a little tired. He had raised someone else outside, and she had no interest in it. Song Feng was already disappointed, so he hoped to have another son, but something went wrong with the hospital's examination. Qiao Yan didn't know he was a girl until he was born.

Song Qiao, who was already ten years old at the time, stood in front of the crib, watching her parents continue to argue day after day. Later, it was rare to see Song Feng. Song Qiao's personality also changed a lot. She had to fight every night. Sleeping with my sister prevents my drunk mother from hurting her. The first word my sister learns to say is sister, not mother.

Qiao Yan's name was given by Song Qiao because girls are always thin and small. She hopes that her sister can be like Yan Hua in the future, strong, confident and not afraid of harm.

No matter how unloved a child is, he still has expectations.

At this moment, the expectation was crushed into dust, and Song Qiao heard Qiao Hui curse.

She took a deep breath and resisted the urge to pull the trigger in front of so many people. No matter how much she hated, she couldn't change the blood flowing on her body, nor could she change the prejudice in people's hearts. Killing someone would have a negative impact on the people behind her. The plan has too much impact.

The hotel door opened again, and Song Qiao squinted slightly to see clearly the person walking against the light.

long time no see.

It was the distance between life and death, the struggles of so many planes, and it was the deepest obsession engraved in her soul.

Although there were other people following him, that person easily attracted everyone's attention. Song Feng subconsciously took a few steps back and gave up his position. Wan Baochen also froze in place. He never expected that this person Will come in person, why should she come in person? ?

Who was worthy of her coming in person?

The person who came was just wearing simple cotton and linen clothes, long sleeves and long trousers, wrapped very tightly, only showing his slender neck, his hair was pulled up loosely, and there were a few strands of hair on his forehead.

Wan Baochen took a step forward and was about to say something, but the person who came didn't even look at him and walked straight towards Song Qiao. His face suddenly became very ugly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Ye Ziqing!"

Hearing that name, Chen Shuo took a breath and looked at Song Qiao in disbelief. She just borrowed her mobile phone, made a call, and called Ye Ziqing? ? With such a powerful backstage, how could he still be so depressed!

Song Qiao didn't want to raise his head, he was too tired, so he leaned on the sofa, raised his head slightly and looked at the person in front of him.

Still as annoying as ever.

With that aloof look, it was as if the world would end in the next second and she would not be able to shake her even a little bit. She had a dead face that had remained unchanged for ten years. Song Qiao subconsciously compared her with Shang Yuxue, feeling that this woman was more like someone who was above the nine heavens. The spirit of God has no trace of human smoke and fire.

Naturally, she is more like a god than Meng Lingyu. Meng Lingyu, she is more like the devil of hell.

In sharp contrast to Ye Ziqing, Song Qiao was in a state of embarrassment at this time. She was said to be a down-and-out rich lady who had been lifted up. Her skirt was in tatters, her smooth calves were spattered with mud spots and blood stains, her feet were bare, and her hair was half-length. She put it on her shoulders wet and dry, and the light makeup on her face was wiped off by her. The originally beautiful and aggressive face looked pitiful because of this outfit.

Ye Ziqing looked Song Qiao up and down without making any comment. He turned around lightly and looked at Wan Baochen, "That's it."

Wan Baochen sneered, "What if I say no?"

Ye Ziqing looked at Song Feng again: "I will handle Ziyu's matter. You go and pick up Song Tao. It's always not good in other people's hospitals." Song Feng nodded immediately. He didn't dare to act like an elder. , "I'll go right away." Looking at his back, Ye Ziqing added quietly, "I don't want to see him again."

Song Feng paused, "Yes, I understand."

Qiao Hui looked at Song Feng's walking figure and then at Song Qiao. She wanted to go up and say a few words, but she couldn't take a step forward and could only turn around in a hurry and chase Song Feng away.

Ignored again, Wan Baochen was about to explode. At this time, a subordinate came to his side and whispered something.

Wan Baochen's expression completely froze.

He is also an outstanding son of the family. Over the years, not many people have been able to look up to him. Ye Ziqing has always been an existence that is beyond his reach. He has never understood the gap between the two until this moment. He still needs to be restrained by his family, but Ye Ziqing can already represent the Ye family.

Soon, everyone dispersed one by one. Song Qiao stared at Ye Ziqing for a moment without saying a word.

Suddenly, Ye Ziqing stretched out his hand towards her. The white and slender fingertips seemed to be shining with a warm light. The wrist was also exposed at this time. The slightly raised joints on the side of the wrist actually made Song Qiao feel sexy. She I think there may be something wrong with my brain.

What is she going to do? Why are you reaching out to me? ? She wants to hit me? ? Alarm bells rang in Song Qiao's heart.

I smell a faint scent on the tip of my nose, like wood, sandalwood? But it smells much better than sandalwood.

The fingertips lightly slid across the chin, and Song Qiao and Ye Ziqing looked at each other. For some reason, Song Qiao suddenly thought of that sentence in the novel, and her eyes were half cold and half careless.

Ye Ziqing stood up straight, and there was a little dark red blood on her fingertips. Song Qiao's eyes were deep, and her white and clean fingers formed a sharp contrast with the dark red blood. It seemed that she was stimulated by such a scene and was deliberately hidden by her. Deep in my memory, everything from the previous worlds came rushing back.

Death and chaos.

Love and disappointment.

"Yue'er! Will we be together forever?"

"Mo Chou, if I had jumped with you, would the outcome have been different?"

"Ah Wan, Ah Wan..."

"Sister, you promised me that we will be together forever."

Song Qiao used his strong mental power to suppress all his emotions, but his eyes were reddened. Ye Ziqing was stunned for a moment, took out a wet wipe, wiped his fingers clean, and frowned slightly, "Do you hate me that much?"

Will you cry even if you touch it?

If it's so annoying, why bother calling for help?

"I've always hated you." Song Qiao took a deep breath and stood up holding the dizzy Qiao Yan in his arms. "Thank you for supporting me today. I'll treat you to dinner another day."

"Okay, I'll arrange for someone to take you there."

After confirming that Song Qiao left in the car, everyone felt that Ye Ziqing was getting colder and the temperature seemed to have dropped a lot. Chen Shuo tried his best to reduce his presence, hoping that the ancestor would not notice him.

"Andy, you can handle the follow-up matters."

A long time ago, Song Qiao bought a house that only she knew. An aunt would come to clean it regularly. It was just in use tonight. After settling Qiao Yan, Song Qiao sat beside the girl's bed and did not leave, because even if she fell asleep Even now, Qiao Yan would wake up from time to time to see if Song Qiao was there.

Song Qiao just sat on the floor, wearing shorts and suspenders, with two cans of beer in front of her. With the window open, she could see the crescent moon outside.

"It's such a long-lost taste." She took a sip of beer and sighed.

【Do you like that Ye Ziqing? Why did she call you Ziyu? 】The system suddenly made a sound. As for the appearance of Ye Ziqing and Meng Lingyu, because it involves gods, the moment Meng Lingyu became a god, the system was blocked from all external perceptions.

"Why did you suddenly become so gossipy? Why didn't I see you like this in the world before?" Song Qiao was speechless.

[Because this is your main world, this system is also curious. 】

After all, this world is about Song Qiao's past and her future.