The white moonlight gl

Feng Qingshui: "..."

How can we talk about it?

Was it threatened?

"Isn't it Qingqing? You won't be reluctant to part with that little girl with Mo Rantong, right?" Nuo Lan is the general manager of Feng Qingshui's company. The two of them are college classmates and best friends. Nuo Lan is a rich girl. Hands-on.

With a face full of hatred, Nuo Lan is a vigorous and capable female man, and she hates the scumbags who beat me emotionally.

"Wake up, Qingqing, that chick Mo Rantong is a dangerous person, you can't be fooled by her cute appearance."

In the director's office, Nuo Lan sat across from Feng Qingshui, and trained across the desk: "She's dangerous, did you hear that, you have a different aesthetic, that chick Mo Rantong is not good-looking, nor is she good-looking, what are you doing?" What's your crush on her?"

Feng Qingshui is so beautiful. She is one of the most beautiful girls in a university full of beauties. As a result, she rejected countless suitors and fell in love with the poisonous bean sprouts. Nuo Lanzhen Want to pry open her head.

"Let me tell you, Feng Qingshui, if you dare to do something like fall in love with someone who abuses you and hurts you, I will break up with you."

She can't care about others, after all, it's none of her business if she doesn't see and doesn't bother. But Feng Qingshui and Nuo Lan will never stand idly by.

"She didn't abuse me or hurt me. Moreover, Mo Rantong is not as bad as you said. She looks pretty and can draw. She has a bad figure but fair skin?"

I don't like others to say that Mo Rantong is useless, Feng Qingshui raised her eyelids lazily, her phoenix eyes are bright and sparkling, which makes the whole office a bit more colorful: "Besides, do feelings depend on these externals, Nuo Lan you It's so superficial."

shallow?

She actually said she was superficial?

Choking in his throat and almost failing to bring it up, Nuo Lan coughed a few times: "Ahem, cough, you, you."

"Okay, Mo Rantong didn't lie to me, she revealed her true nature."

After briefly talking about what happened just now, of course, some nasty words still have to be swallowed, she frowned slightly, Feng Qingshui looked at Nuo Lan and asked, "What do you think I should do?"

Nuo Lan choked, and shook her head honestly, she had never even been in a relationship, and Mo Rantong was too tricky, after thinking about it, Nuo Lan said tentatively.

"How about I find someone to beat her up and scare her?"

Swept lightly by Feng Qingshui's raised eyebrows, Nuo Lan immediately slapped her thigh: "How is this possible, we are decent people, we don't do bad things."

After a pause, she said again: "But Qingqing, she threatened you. Although she may just scare you, she is not afraid of ten thousand but just in case, you?"

"I know."

Nodding, Feng Qingshui lowered her eyes, turned the ballpoint pen and pressed on the paper: "I won't go back at night, I will continue to stay in the hotel."

"Well, why don't you stay with me for a few days, Qingqing, the hotel is not comfortable."

Feng Qingshui thought for a while and nodded.

...

At seven o'clock in the evening, Feng Qingshui was already at home at this time in the past, but today, in the extremely warm and tidy apartment, Mo Rantong sat on the dark blue fabric sofa, smiling very wanton and joyful.

She was waiting for the man to come back, but as time passed, eight o'clock, nine o'clock, ten o'clock, Mo Rantong's face became more and more gloomy, and she lost her smile at all.

She put down the specially combed bangs, curled up in the corner of the sofa, buried her head in her knees, and said nothing.

The living room was very quiet. After a long time, Mo Rantong raised his blushing face, picked up the mobile phone on the coffee table and called Feng Qingshui.

One after another, more than a dozen in a row, the other party did not answer.

Sent another email, still no reply.

Mo Rantong smiled, the laughter was clear and weird, the upper half of her face could not be seen clearly under the cover of her hair, but the corners of her mouth showed an exaggerated arc, she walked into the studio with her mobile phone, after a while, Feng Qingshui, who was watching TV at Nuo Lan's house, screamed and threw the phone away.

"What happened?"

Nolan poked his head out from the kitchen, holding a plate of fruit salad in his hand.

"No, you continue."

Picking up the mobile phone on the ground with embarrassment, Feng Qingshui enlarged the bloody picture, and her expression became even paler.

She ran to the balcony to call Mo Rantong, one after another, and Mo Rantong answered after I don't know how many calls.

"What are you doing? Do you think I can't see that you painted it?"

A scarred arm that was seeping with blood, if Feng Qingshui didn't know Mo Rantong's painting skills very well, he would have been scared to death.

Feng Qingshui was very angry, but in exchange for her anger, Mo Rantong smiled: "Qingqing hung up on my sixteen calls."

The voice was extraordinarily soft and rambling, Mo Rantong lay on the cold floor of the studio, his eyes fixed on the ceiling stubbornly, and smiled softly: "I'm in the studio right now, the floor is very cold, and the art knife is on my feet. By the way, if Qingqing doesn't come back after half an hour, I'll really kill myself."

"Ink dyed pupils."

A pair of phoenix eyes were full of sternness, and there were two clusters of bright red flames burning inside, Feng Qingshui tightly gripped the phone, and whispered: "You, dare."

Instinctively shaking her body, Mo Rantong lay on her side and shrunk her whole body into a ball, pursed her lips, hung up the phone and turned off the phone.

Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beeping, her heart was about to suffocate, and she would see Nuo Lan standing at the sliding door of the balcony with that expression on her face. .

"Are you going back?"

Although I don't know what Mo Rantong said to Feng Qingshui, but seeing Feng Qingshui's appearance, Nuo Lan knew that it must be Mo Rantong's big move.

"Ah."

Her throat was a little dry, Feng Qingshui patted her forehead violently to keep herself from losing control: "Give me a salad, I'll eat it on the way, and help me add more ice by the way."

Nuo Lan raised her eyebrows, knowing that it would be useless for her to persuade her at this time, so she nodded: "Then be careful and call me if you have anything to do."

"Ah."

Along the way, Feng Qingshui bit the ice cubes loudly, she returned home as fast as she could, rushed into the studio and turned on the lights.

"Ink dyeing."

In the messy studio, a thin woman in black was lying on the floor alone. She was right. There were utility knives at her feet, and there were more than one. The red and yellow ones seemed to Feng Qingshui Very dazzling.

Walking over and kicking the utility knife away, Feng Qingshui said to the woman who heard the voice and turned her face down, deliberately not looking at her: "Get up."

Mo Rantong didn't move, Feng Qingshui sneered: "I'll leave if you don't get up."

"No."

Turning his head stiffly, Mo Rantong brushed aside his bangs, and said grimly, "I've lost too much blood and died in half an hour as agreed upon."

Feng Qingshui: "..."

So is she talking to a ghost?And who talked to her?

"There are too many traffic lights on the road, and the ink is dyed, don't make trouble and get up." I don't know where the good temper came from, Feng Qingshui didn't get angry, but was very gentle: "The ground is dirty and cold, and the messy paint on your body, Go wash it off, or you won't go to bed again later."

The black eyes rolled, Mo Ran Tong Mumu said: "Corpse can't take a bath."

"you."

Pointing at the ink dyed pan with one hand, Feng Qingshui turned and left: "Will you wash it or not?"

Watching Feng Qingshui leave the studio, Mo Rantong stared at the door for 1 minute, 5 minutes, and bit his lower lip to bleed out.

Feng Qingshui, as soon as she arrived at the door of the studio, she met Mo Rantong's distorted and dark eyes. After a pause, she said: "There is hot water in the bathtub, and corpses don't know how to take a bath, so they must be able to take a bath, right?"