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

Faced with Salo's proactive greeting, Song Qiao just smiled at her, very perfunctorily, "It's been a long time indeed."

Carol frowned slightly, seemingly displeased with Song Qiao's rudeness. Her hostility was so obvious that even Sia noticed it. "I heard that Director Song is also very knowledgeable about war. We can discuss it next time we have the opportunity."

Song Qiao met Carol's eyes, "Oh, definitely next time." She replied lazily.

Salo and Carol were shocked at the same time, because they both felt that Song Qiao's tone was a bit like Si Qing's.

Maureen came over with someone and changed the topic. The group quickly dispersed. Song Qiao walked to the rest area and occasionally cast his eyes on the second floor. Si Qing had not yet come out.

On the second floor, after Song Qiao left, the reception room fell into an eerie silence. Fei looked at Si Qing and sighed, "Xingling asked me to tell you that the time is coming..."

Si Qing didn't react at all. She lowered her head as if she didn't hear the words.

Heng's eyes were very cold, "This is your fate, the fate of the Crimson Flower."

"Ha... fate... if I die, there will be no more Crimson Flowers. What will you do when the next crisis arises?" Si Qing sneered.

"This is not something you should worry about." Heng said coldly.

Si Qing raised his head and looked at him, "You want to wait until I die to take away the Crimson Flower, but you seem to have forgotten that no one can take it away if I don't want to."

Heng was angered by these words, but he could only restrain himself. Fei sighed again, "If there is a way, we don't want to do this. For so many years, we have given you whatever you want. We think we have nothing to do with you. Now, you need to fulfill your obligations."

"What I have now is all obtained by my own efforts. What does it have to do with you? Do you think you can remove me from the position of consul if you don't want to? Or do you think you can defeat me with just a projection?" Si Qing seemed to have heard some joke.

Silence fell in the room again, and Fei's eyes gradually turned cold. She looked at Si Qing coldly, "Don't you even care about the Star Spirit? She gave you life and everything. Are you going to let her down?" ? Still going to destroy the world."

Si Qing said nothing more, and neither did Fei and Heng. Their figures gradually disappeared in the room.

Si Qing lowered her head, her crimson pupils trembling slightly, and she slowed down her breathing, as if she was suppressing some violent emotions. After a long while, she took a deep breath, raised her head, the door opened, and she left.

At the handrail of the corridor on the second floor, Si Qing was sitting in a wheelchair, looking down. Under the shield of mental power, no one downstairs noticed her existence, and no one would notice her existence.

She glanced around, feeling very bored, and her eyes naturally fell on a corner of the rest area.

Song Qiao was sitting there, alone. She was holding a glass of wine, but now she put the wine on the coffee table in front of her, looked up, and looked straight at Si Qing.

She should be invisible, Si Qing blocked everyone.

But she still sensed something, even in her eyes, the place where Si Qing was was blank.

At that moment, Si Qing seemed to be pierced by tremendous pain. She couldn't help but bend down, her eyes were sore, but she couldn't shed tears.

She had long understood her destiny, that she would sacrifice her life, something that was destined from the moment she was born. She is ready to die for this world at any time, which is why she has become more and more indifferent over the years.

The world doesn't love her, why should she love the world.

The Astropath said that she would meet the destined person, but she dismissed it and even thought about killing the person as soon as he appeared. She hated fate and the established.

She failed to kill the man.

She fell in love with that person.

Is there anything more ridiculous and tragic than this? How could a tool like her be tempted?

"Si Qing...you are here." Song Qiao's voice suddenly appeared.

"What happened?" Song Qiao said, walking in her direction, step by step, very firmly.

do not come.

Si Qing said this in his heart.

do not come.

She thought, but did not leave. Instead, she stared at Song Qiao, her fingers clenching the armrests of the wheelchair.

Don't come near me, leave me.

Si Qing watched Song Qiao approaching, kneeling on one knee and reaching out to herself.

She put her cheek close to the hand and rubbed it gently.

It was Song Qiao who insisted on coming here. It was you who approached me first. If you are really destined to die, then...I will never let you go, even for a second, before I die completely.

Song Qiao was pulled into Si Qing's mental force field, and the people downstairs could not see her presence either. The collar around her neck was pulled by Si Qing. In order not to crush him, she could only hold on to the armrests of the wheelchair.

The kiss was as urgent as a rainstorm.

Song Qiao was so dizzy from being kissed that she couldn't help but put her hands on Si Qing's waist and picked her up. She sat in the wheelchair and Si Qing sat on her lap.

The atmosphere became ambiguous and sticky. When she had a chance to breathe, Song Qiao hugged Si Qing tightly and said, "What's wrong? What did they say to you?" She keenly noticed that Si Qing's mood was a bit abnormal.

Si Qing didn't say anything, he just grabbed Song Qiao's hand and reached into the hem of his clothes, "I want you..."

Song Qiao's pupils were shaking. There was a dinner party going on at their feet. She could even hear the people below secretly speaking ill of her. Comparing her with Carol, Si Qing was making such sarcastic remarks here!

"Cough cough cough cough... no... let's go back first, or find a room here..." Before Song Qiao could finish her words, Si Qing blocked her mouth.

During the kiss, her hand was grabbed by Si Qing and he touched all the places that should be touched and shouldn't be touched.

Si Qing faced her, with his back to the stairs, and bit Song Qiao's ear.

Song Qiao's hands were shaking, and emotions such as shame, excitement, and excitement were intertwined in her heart. Even though she knew that the people below could not see them, this feeling would still exist.

What is the difference between this and PLAY in public? Help! She really doesn't want this!

Si Qing licked Song Qiao's ear, "Well... what you say is not what you mean..."

Coincidentally, Sia came below them with her sister Maureen at this time and whispered.

"Xia, I think I'd better find some connections and transfer you away. You can come to the company to help me." Maureen whispered.

"No, sister, you don't need my help either, but Song Qiao does." Xia simply refused.

"What does she need? Does she need you or do you need her? It's impossible for you." Maureen was a little angry.

"I know...I know it's impossible for us...but sister...I just want to be with her...that's all..." Sia's voice had a hint of crying, and she was very aggrieved.

On the second floor, Song Qiao felt that she was really unlucky. Just as she was about to stop to explain, Si Qing bit her ear hard, "Continue..."

After continuing, Si Qing's breathy voice also sounded in her ears: "It's so pitiful~ I still miss you when I know it's impossible~ Why don't you take her in... I won't mind..."

Song Qiao rolled his eyes, "If you say I'm duplicitous, you are too. Don't test me, I only want you..."

With the end of Song Qiao's words, the movement also came to an end.

The corners of Si Qing's eyes flushed. She raised her head from Song Qiao's shoulder and held Song Qiao's face. Her eyes were deep, filled with Song Qiao's familiar complex emotions of love and incomprehension. "take me Home……"