Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Song Ci still had an expression of indifference and disdain. She told Mu Qiu calmly and calmly: "Because my life is hard, I can't die. You say that you are not angry." Died, and then reborn.

Her life is hard, and she is destined to stink forever.

Mu Qiu wiped away his tears. She opened a new bottle of wine and drank half of the bottle with her head down, before lying on the table weakly as if she was drunk.

Song Ci took the empty wine bottle in her hand and said to her, "You are drunk, Mu Qiu. I will call my mother and ask them to pick you up."

Song Ci got up to get the phone, and before she could go far, she suddenly heard Mu Qiu whispering: "I miss you so much, but when I heard you say you want to give me your heart, I was even moved. , will also be reluctant.”

Song Ci took a step. She slowly turned her head and looked at the girl with red cheeks holding the bottle. "Mu Qiu, you are drunk."

Mu Qiu said nothing and closed his eyes, probably asleep.

Song Ci called Du Tingting and learned that Mu Qiu was drunk at her place. Du Tingting said with some embarrassment: "Song Song, your father is on a business trip, and I am the only one at home, and the driver has already left work. Tonight Just let your sister stay with you for the night, okay?"

Song Ci glanced at Mu Qiu who was asleep and could only agree.

There was only one bed at home, so it was impossible for Song Ci to let Mu Qiu sleep in her and Han Zhan's wedding room. She put Mu Qiu on the sofa and found a thin towel to cover her. During the process, Mu Qiu woke up once. She stared at Song Ci with her eyes open, looked at it, and then closed her eyes again and fell asleep.

When Mu Qiu fell asleep, Song Ci returned to the room.

Song Ci couldn't fall asleep at first, and it was only after twelve o'clock that she felt sleepy with her eyes open. I don't know how long I slept, and suddenly there was a sharp pain in my chest. Song Ci was pulled awake by the pain, she opened her eyes and saw a scene that shocked her——

A knife was stuck in front of her chest, and the silver-white knife was stained with some dark red blood. The hands that held the knife were as slender as jade, and the wrists were also slender and beautiful. The owner of the hands looked weak and slender, but at this moment, her face showed a fierce and cold expression.

"Sister." Mu Qiu glanced at Song Ci who woke up, a little puzzled, "How did you wake up? I obviously put a lot of drug in your beer, you shouldn't wake up. "While speaking, she turned the knife in her hand.

The flesh is stirred, the tearing pain, the pain is unspeakable. Song Ci was sweating from the pain, her hands clenched the sheets tightly, and she begged for mercy in a painful voice: "Mu Qiu, can you let me go? Don't kill me, I don't want to die!"

Mu Qiu thought about it seriously, and then shook his head ruthlessly. "No. You have to give me your heart. If you don't give it to me, I will die and I don't want to die!" She smiled evilly and dug out Song Ci's heart!

"what!"

Song Ci abruptly sat up straight from the bed. She subconsciously reached out to touch her chest, but did not touch the bloody hole. Her panicked mood finally stabilized.

With her palm on her chest, Song Ci remained motionless and held her breath. Feeling the healthy and powerful rhythm of the heart in the body, Song Ci took a breath and came back to life.

It was just a dream.

The nightmare was haunting, Song Ci sweated profusely, the silk pajamas were soaked through, and even the sheets were moist. She touched her hair with her hand, and found that the hair on the back of her head was all wet. She was afraid of catching a cold. Song Ci planned to change her clothes and dry her hair.

She slowly got out of bed, and when she stood up, her legs went weak and she sat down on the floor weakly. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Song Ci got up and went into the cloakroom when his body regained his strength.

She found another nightgown and put it on, and was about to go to the bathroom to take a shower. When she thought of something, she suddenly turned and left the bedroom.

Standing in the aisle on the second floor, Song Ci glanced down at the living room on the first floor.

What about Mu Qiu?

On the black sofa, there was only a neatly folded sheet, but Mu Qiu was nowhere to be seen. Song Ci came downstairs and touched the cushion of the sofa, there was still some residual warmth. "Autumn?" Song Ci pushed open the toilet door, but did not see Mu Qiu inside.

gone?

Song Ci took out her mobile phone and called Mu Qiu. �€�

In the middle of the night, occasionally a night taxi was driving on the road.

A slender figure was running on the sidewalk, and as she ran, she wiped the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand. After running for more than ten minutes and out of breath, Mu Qiu stopped beside a trash can.

Like throwing flint, she quickly threw the silver dagger in her hand into the trash can. Looking at the dagger mixed in the garbage, Mu Qiu's hands were shaking, and his face turned pale every inch.

At this moment, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang. In this silent night, the phone ringing sounded harsh and eerie.

Mu Qiu was shocked, she took out her phone tremblingly, and saw that Song Ci was calling. She answered the phone mechanically, put it to her ear, and heard Song Ci on the other end of the phone asking, "Mu Qiu, where have you been at night!"

Mu Qiu's lips moved, but he didn't make a sound. Song Ci said again, "Where are you? I'm here to find you."

Mu Qiu squeezed his fists and said, "I can't sleep, so I'll go home first."

Song Ci: "Go home?"

"Yes."

"Do you have a car?"

"I came by car."

"Nonsense! How can you drive when you're drunk!" Song Ci's tone suddenly became stern, "You pull over for me, either come back or take a taxi back."

"Then I'll take a cab back." After hanging up, Mu Qiu stood still, her eyes were full of tears. Finally, Mu Qiu couldn't bear the panic any longer. He knelt on the ground next to the trash can, covered his face with his hands, and bent over and cried bitterly.

"Ah"

Mu Qiu cried so much that his shoulders trembled.

What was she doing just now!

She almost killed her sister!

"Little girl." A male voice like a stream, cool and clear, but also cold and arrogant, sounded behind Mu Qiu.

Mu Qiu wiped his tears indiscriminately, knelt on the ground and turned his head slowly, and saw a strong and tall man standing behind him. He was wearing a black suit and a pair of black glasses, looking good, and holding a stack of tissues in his hand.

Beside him, a silver-gray sports car was parked.

"Wipe?" The man stretched out the tissue in front of Mu Qiu.

Mu Qiu took the tissue, his voice was crying, and he said thank you vaguely. Wiping away the tears, Mu Qiu saw the man stretch out his hand again, bent over and said to her, "Do you need my help?"

Only then did Mu Qiu realize that he was still kneeling on the ground. Her face flushed, and she put those overly thin and white hands into the palm of the man's.

The man helped Mu Qiu up. He looked around and said, "It's not easy to take a taxi around here. Where do you live, I'll take you back."

Mu Qiu wanted to refuse, but looking at the man's handsome and charming face, he hesitated again. "Trouble, take me to the gate of Amethyst Capital."

"It's just a hands-on effort."

Guess who this brother is? ?

Tomorrow's Labor Day, let's have a good time for everyone, okay?