Head Rabbit

Song Qingyu looked at Lin Xiao who was hugging Song Qingyi in a daze. Lin Xiao was obviously his fiancé, but why did he go to save his younger brother and half-brother when he was in danger.

Blood was flowing all over his body, but Song Qingyu didn't seem to feel anything, no matter how painful it was, it was nothing like heartache. He was sitting halfway on the ground, and the dripping blood had formed a pool of blood. Seeing his current appearance from the pool of blood, it was a bit uncomfortable. Song Qingyu, who always loves cleanliness, frowned slightly and covered his heart with his hands lightly, still feeling very painful.

Song Qingyu is a well-behaved and obedient soft bun, but he is not a fool. He is just a little confused. When did Lin Xiao and Song Qingyi get together? He has never doubted Lin Xiao. He believes whatever Lin Xiao says. Maybe he once had doubts However, he firmly believed that Lin Xiao would not lie to him, but the fact slapped him, and he paid the price with his life.

And Lin Xiao, who was holding Song Qingyi, was also a little confused. He saved Song Qingyi, but Song Qingyu blocked the bullet for him. He was indeed using Song Qingyu, but Song Qingyu was brought up by him, even if he used it, he never thought of taking him. Life.

"Qingyu." Lin Xiao murmured looking at Song Qingyu who was covered in blood, his heart trembling, he really didn't want him to die, but in fact he was about to die for him, he was not a fool, he was beaten up Song Qingyu, who is like a sieve, will never survive.

"Brother Lin Xiao, don't come here." Song Qingyu looked up at Lin Xiao and Song Qingyi reluctantly, and smiled slightly.

"Qing Yu." Lin Xiao's forward steps stopped immediately, looking at Song Qingyu's sad face, maybe it was for other people to see, but the reluctance in those eyes came from the heart.

"I don't hate you, I just ask you for one thing." Song Qingyu said, his voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

"You say, I will promise you." Lin Xiao swore, but Song Qingyi frowned, and pulled Lin Xiao's clothes unconsciously, very worried that Song Qingyu made an oath not to allow Lin Xiao to be with him. Song Qingyi, who was worried, knew what he was worried about, but he didn't speak, and only reached out to pat his hand to comfort him silently.

Song Qingyu raised his head slightly to see their movements clearly, showing a hint of ironic smile.

"Young master, young master..." When the rescuer came, the voice of panic, worry, and fear was a thousand times more real than Lin Xiao's.

"Uncle Mu, promise me one thing." Song Qingyu struggled while being held in Mu Cheng's arms.

"Master, don't talk, you will be fine." Mu Cheng hugged Song Qingyu tightly. Song Qingyu was not only the eldest master of the Song family, but also the eldest son of his Mu family. The eldest son of the Lin family, Lin Xiao, Lin Xiao is considered capable, and he is good to Song Qingyu. It is understandable that Song Qingyu likes him, but Lin Xiao loves Song Qingyi, not Song Qingyu at all, at most he regards Song Qingyu as a younger brother, Mu Cheng noticed it early in the morning and reminded him, but Song Qingyu believed in Lin Xiao's nonsense. He only loved Song Qingyu for the rest of his life, and Lin Xiao blinded others, thinking that he really loved Song Qingyu. It was not because of the status of the Mu family, but because of Song Qingyu's intentional help, the down-and-out Lin family jumped up. Although Lin Xiao was not a legitimate son, he managed to control the Lin family because of Song Qingyu's identity.

Is it just that he is planning to cross the river and demolish the bridge now, thinking that if the young master is dead, can he be with Song Qingyi as he wished? In a dream, thinking of this, Mu Cheng's eyes flashed fiercely, and he would never let that pair of dogs go. The important thing is that this assassination had nothing to do with his young master at all, it was Lin Xiao's troublemaker, but the young master rescued Lin Xiao, but Lin Xiao went to Song Qingyi, it was really a good plan.

"Uncle Mu, don't be angry, and don't make trouble for Lin Xiao. Say sorry to my grandpa and grandpa. I won't be able to accompany them in the future. Please, Uncle Mu." Song Qingyu tried his best to grab Mu Cheng's hand I want him to agree, he knows that if he dies, grandpa and grandpa will be furious, and Lin Xiao will be the one who will be unlucky in the end. Although Lin Xiao lied to him, he is very happy in the fairy tales he wove all these years. No matter how sad he is now, he was very happy for so many years, happier than the princess in the fairy tale.

Mu Cheng's face was full of grief, he could not agree to Song Qingyu's request, even if he promised not to trouble Lin Xiao and Song Qingyi, the Song family and the Mu family would not let Lin Xiao and Song Qingyi go, even though Song Qingyi is the son of Patriarch Song's true love, But do you still want to be safe after killing the young master? He will never agree.

"Uncle Mu, please, cough cough...I'm tired and I'm going to sleep." Song Qingyu begged in pain, blood kept flowing out, and his eyes gradually closed.

When the Song family and the rest of the Mu family arrived, they saw Mu Cheng holding Song Qingyu's body, a three-year-old child who was crying like a lost baby.

Since Song Qingyu was born, Mu Cheng has been by his side to protect him. Until today, it has been 23 years. Song Qingyu is not only his precious young master, but also protects his eldest son with one hand. Report, young master, I'm sorry, I can't agree to your request, even the Mu family will not let those two go.

Song Qingyu died, he was floating in mid-air, and frowned at Mu Cheng, who had lost his crying image. Uncle Mu like this is not handsome at all, he still looks good when he is serious, why cry? Otherwise, he really doesn't know what to do when he finds out that his fiancé and his younger brother are getting together.

Looking at Lin Xiao who was shocked and a little sad, Song Qingyu sighed, if you don't like me, I would tell you earlier, even if you don't like me, I will help you, but why did you lie to me? No, if you like Song Qingyi's white lotus and not me, yes, it is the white lotus. Who said this metaphor?Song Qingyu scratched his head, he couldn't remember.

After watching the scene for a while, Song Qingyu has already forgotten many things, only remembering that he is Song Qingyu and that he loves Lin Xiao, other things are not very clear.

A gust of wind blows, and the soul that was watching on the scene floats away.