Wei Luo raised her lips and said indifferently, "Go away."
Li Song didn't move at all, and still lowered his eyes, looking at Wei Luo with a little indifference and a little arrogance.
One of his hands rested on the railing on the second floor, seemingly casually, but his fingers secretly exerted force. Seeing that he was not moving, Wei Luo simply walked around him. The best way to deal with people who don't want to be seen is to ignore and ignore them.
It's just that Li Song didn't want her to leave just like that, so he stretched out his arm and tightly grabbed Wei Luo's wrist.
Wei Luo stopped, and only then did she smell the strong smell of alcohol on his body. She wanted to leave just now, so she didn't pay attention to him at all. Seeing his blurred eyes and lowered brows, she could see the ugly appearance of a drunk person. He was even more disgusted. Wei Luo twitched her wrist, and her voice became impatient: "Li Song, don't you think you're not ashamed enough?"
Xu's words stimulated him, Li Song's eyes darkened, instead of letting her go, he held her tighter. He approached Wei Luo with a domineering posture, pressed her against the hanging flower door behind him, leaned over, and looked down at her, "Why am I ashamed, why don't you tell me?" He leaned close to her ear and whispered Low ground, deliberately said: "Auntie?"
Wei Luo's face darkened, and she raised her hand to greet his face—
This time, Li Song gained experience. The moment her hand hit his face, he held her wrist, smiled and said, "Why, do you want to hit me again? Tell me, you are on me Are there still few wounds left?" He grabbed Wei Luo's hand and put it on his face, "Here." As he spoke, he slid down from his chin to his chest, "Here..." Then he moved to the left , pressed it hard, "And here, Wei Luo, you are really capable. You have hurt me so many times, and I don't want to kill you at all."
Wei Luo's eyes were calm and calm, "That's because you deserve it."
"Yes, I deserve it." Li Song smiled softly, lowered his head into her neck, and inhaled the faint fragrance of her body greedily, "I deserve it for provoking you, I deserve it for being soft-hearted to you, I deserve it... for liking you …”
After all, he opened his mouth and bit down on her neck fiercely.
Wei Luo gasped and struggled desperately, but Li Song acted like he was going crazy, and tightly wrapped her arms around her, not letting her move. Fortunately, they were at the innermost part of the corridor, so not many people would see them. Most of the guests downstairs were listening to Pingtan attentively, and no one paid attention to what happened in their small corner.
Wei Luo felt so painful, even felt that his neck was bleeding, she gritted her teeth and cursed, "Li Song, you lunatic."
Li Song didn't refute, he also felt that he was crazy, since he saw her last time in Zhaoyang Palace, after returning, he kept thinking of her wearing a pomegranate skirt and smiling. In fact, on the day she and Zhao Jie got married, he also went there, but he didn't enter Prince Jing's mansion, he just took a look outside. He saw her walk out of the sedan chair, holding a big red ribbon, and was led by Zhao Jie into Prince Jing's mansion.
At that time, he really wanted to bite her neck off fiercely like now, so that she would not be able to marry anyone, and she would never forget him in this life.
Li Song only felt a frightening wind blowing from his back, sweeping with fury. He probably guessed who was coming, and his teeth left Wei Luo's neck, but he didn't let go of her. Instead, he stuck out his tongue and licked her wound, and said with a smile, "I've gone crazy a long time ago."
Li Song's neck tightened, and someone lifted him up from behind.
Zhao Jie held his neck, veins appeared on the back of his hand, and with a sudden retraction of five fingers, his neck would be cut off almost instantly. Zhao Jie Meifeng quenched a layer of anger, his whole body was chilly, and before Wei Luo could see his movements clearly, he threw Li Song down from the second floor!
The people on the first floor were listening to Pingtan with great interest, but a person suddenly fell from the sky, and with a "boom" sound, he slammed down on the stage!
The man and woman who were playing and singing were startled, they backed away holding the pipa and the small sanxian, and the spectators below were also very frightened, the scene became flustered, and some even stepped forward to test Li Song's breath.
When Li Song fell down just now, he borrowed the force of the curtain on the stands, and now that the whole curtain was torn off by him, he would not fall to his death. It's just that he was still injured, and his back hit the table of the Eight Immortals, which was painful. Li Song moved and coughed, but saw that he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
He raised his eyes to look at the second floor of the teahouse, but there was no one there.
He closed his eyes weakly, and his lips curled up in a sarcastic arc. In the end, he could only use this method to make Wei Luo remember him.
If he knew that he would fall into such a situation when he was eight years old, he would never have pushed Wei Changhong into the water, nor would he have shot that arrow at Wei Luo.
He will find her and give her all the best.
How much he wanted to like her well.
On the other side, Zhao Jie wrapped Wei Luo in a cloak, took her out through the back door, and told Zhu Geng as he walked, "Take Liuli from the tea shop and send it directly to the palace, and tell her that Wei Luo is with me. Let her not worry." Eyes narrowed, he said immediately: "Cut off the tongue of the person who saw the scene just now, and send it to Li Song."
As for Li Song...he wants to take care of him himself.
Zhu Geng knew that Zhao Jie was referring to the girl who played and sang and Li Song's attendant, so he agreed, turned around and disappeared.
There was a Wang Qinggai carriage parked at the back door of the tea shop, Zhao Jie usually did not take a carriage, presumably this carriage was originally prepared for Wei Luo and Zhao Liuli. Zhao Jie carried Wei Luo into the carriage and ordered the driver to go directly to the British residence.
Zhao Jie lifted the cloak from Wei Luo's body, and saw that there was a tooth mark on her neck, which was very conspicuous on the white jade-like skin.
Zhao Jie's eyes became cold and cold, sinking and sinking, his left hand was clenched into a fist, and terrible anger radiated from his whole body.
Wei Luo raised her eyes and met his gaze.
Wei Luo's eyes were clear, round, agile and shrewd. Zhao Jie restrained the anger in his heart, raised his right hand and lightly touched her wound, and asked, "Does it hurt?"