National First Love and His Little Jasmine

Meng Chuan had already discovered him.

After Song Shiqing's emotional ups and downs, he clearly

Meng Chuan had already discovered him.

Song Shiqing was clearly aware of this after his emotions exploded and fluctuated.

But Meng Chuan still chose to bite down, breaking the agreement they made on the night of their wedding.

Bitterness and anger are intertwined, and reason gradually suppresses all madness.

Song Shiqing turned around and left smoothly.

It is so difficult to take a step forward, but easy to take a step back.

He didn't ask Smart Assist why it did this, it wasn't necessary.

When passing by the room, he heard the phone ringing, went in to answer it, and found that there was no familiar smell of this room at the tip of his nose.

"Song Shiqing?"

Song Shiqing sniffed his nose hard, but there was still no smell at the tip of his nose, so he replied with a dazed expression, "Yes."

"I'm Mu En."

"Oh."

Song Shiqing's tone was indifferent, not surprised.

No matter who it is, he will not be more emotional than the shock just now.

"what happened to you?"

Mu En sensed that something was wrong with him, stuffed all his words back into his stomach, and first became concerned about Song Shiqing's state.

"I don't have anything, do you have anything?"

Song Shiqing walked out with his mobile phone, took a few steps and then turned back. He found a dark black robe on the hanger and put it on his body. He pulled up the hat to cover his face, no different from a low-level vampire.

He asked for this robe from Meng Chuan because he didn't want to be treated like a monkey by the vampires, and now it's put to great use.

As long as you wear this special robe that represents a status symbol, you can disguise yourself as a vampire.

Before leaving, he left a note to Meng Chuan, with the word 'something' written on it.

Mu En didn't reply for a long time, Song Shiqing's hand gradually dropped, and he walked into the heavy snow.

Hearing the creaking sound of stepping on the snow, Mu En felt an indescribable pain in his heart.

"Where are you?" Mu En asked tremblingly.

Song Shiqing didn't hear it, his hands were exposed to the cold wind, and soon turned red from the cold, and gradually lost consciousness.

This world is vast, not only this square inch of land, but he has no way back.

His roots are not in this world, there is no mech he likes here, and there is no thing or person he likes and is nostalgic for.

Just when the golden crow was sinking to the west, the snow was covered with fine golden flashes, but Song Shiqing couldn't feel the slightest warmth.

When he walked out of the castle and into the depths of the forest, his eyes suddenly went dark, and he fainted on the ground. Fortunately, the snowflakes were soft and the ground was covered with green plants.

Song Shiqing was conscious, but he couldn't move at all. This time, there was no sound from the smart assistant, and there were very light footsteps approaching him.

Just as a hand was about to approach him, Song Shiqing suddenly opened his eyes, gathering strength to grab the hand that was about to touch him first.

Song Shiqing saw clearly who was coming, his expression became more indifferent, and the strength of the injury did not decrease at all.

Song Xingxing choked up and called him in a low voice, "Brother..."

Song Shiqing stayed by the burning fireplace, staring at the jumping flames in a daze.

Heat was spreading all over his body, but he couldn't feel any warmth in his heart.

If you want to say that you are thinking about something, there is nothing, just staring at one place, and your mind is blank.

Song Xingxing felt distressed seeing him like this, and stuffed the paper cup containing warm milk into his hand, but it slipped directly to the ground, and the milk spilled all over the floor.

"Brother... what's the matter with you? Can you just talk?"

Song Xingxing really didn't know what to do, so he tidied up the ground dejectedly.

Ever since he took Song Shiqing away, Song Shiqing hadn't spoken a word.

It's sad, but it doesn't look like it, it looks like it's purely thinking about something, and its eyes are empty, and it feels like it's sleeping with its eyes open.

Song Shiqing really didn't want to talk, he had enough time to calm down, and he had already calmed down.

[Intelligent assistance: It is a taboo to have feelings for the mission target, and the rules prohibit it. 】

Song Shiqing lowered his eyes, "I know, but he is different."

This was his first movement in a long time, but it was subtle but caught by Song Xingxing. He looked at Song Shiqing nervously, looking forward to his next movements.

[Intelligent Assistance: As long as in this world, people go to the goal, it is the same, you are taking an exam now. 】

These are programmed words, to remind Song Shiqing, and also to warn Song Shiqing.

Song Shiqing didn't say a word, he was with Meng Chuan because he reported that he would not pass the exam.

[Intelligent Assistance: Please make a plan and implement the mission goals according to what you have learned in class, otherwise I will enforce the rules. 】

"I see."

Song Shiqing temporarily cut off the link with the smart assistant, and quickly came up with the so-called plan in his mind, but he didn't actually think about it. His plan has always been the same and has never changed.

And in his eyes, the first half has been implemented, and now it is enough to take revenge on Meng Chuan.

This mission is doomed to fail, those days and nights together are not enough to make Meng Chuan fall in love with him, nor is it enough to make him regret it.

Song Shiqing turned his head, met Song Xingxing's expectant and worried eyes, and said numbly, "Come back to the castle with me."?

The author says:

The card has only written so far, and I will continue to write when I wake up (bending down to apologize QAQ)