Song Ci still had an expression of indifference and disdain, and she calmly told Mu Qiu: "Because my fate is hard, I can't die. You say you are not angry." Died, only to be reborn again.
She is destined to be infamous forever.
Mu Qiu wiped away tears. She re-opened a bottle of wine, and drank most of the bottle in silence before she lay powerlessly on the table as if 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 her cell phone, but before she could go far, she suddenly heard Mu Qiu murmur in a low voice: "I miss you so much, but when I heard you say you want to give me your heart, I was also moved." , will also be reluctant"
Song Ci paused. She turned her head slowly and looked at the girl with red cheeks who was holding the bottle. "Mu Qiu, you're drunk."
Mu Qiu didn't say a word, he closed his eyes, probably fell asleep.
Song Ci called Du Tingting and learned that Mu Qiu was drunk at her place. Du Tingting said a little embarrassedly: "Song Song, your father is away on a business trip, and I am the only one at home. The driver has already left work. Tonight Just let your sister stay with you for a night, okay?"
Song Ci glanced at Mu Qiu who was asleep, and could only agree.
There is only one bed in the house, so it is impossible for Song Ci to let Mu Qiu sleep in her and Han Zhan's wedding room. She moved Mu Qiu to the sofa and put it away, and found a thin towel to cover her. During the process, Mu Qiu woke up once. She opened her eyes and stared at Song Ci, after looking at it, she closed her eyes and fell asleep again.
After Mu Qiu fell asleep, Song Ci went back to the room.
Song Ci couldn't fall asleep at first, and stayed up with her eyes open until after twelve o'clock before she felt sleepy. I don't know how long I slept, but suddenly there was a sharp pain in my chest. Song Ci was woken up by the pain. She opened her eyes and saw a scene that horrified her—
A knife was stuck in her chest, and the silvery white knife was stained with some bright red blood. The hands that hold the knife are as slender as jade, and the wrists are also slender and beautiful. And the owner of those hands looked weak and thin, but at this moment, there was a fierce and cold expression on her face.
"Sister." Mu Qiu glanced at Song Ci who had woken up, a little confused, "Why did you wake up? I obviously put enough drugs in your beer, you shouldn't have woken up. "While speaking, she turned the knife in her hand.
The flesh and blood were stirred, and the tearing pain was unspeakable. Song Ci was sweating from the pain, and she squeezed the bed sheet tightly with her hands. 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, then shook his head resolutely. "No. You must give me your heart. If you don't give it to me, I will die and I don't want to die!" She smiled wickedly, and directly dug out Song Ci's heart!
"ah!"
Song Ci suddenly sat up straight from the bed, she subconsciously reached out to touch her chest, but she didn't touch the bloody hole, her panic finally stabilized a bit.
With his palms on his chest, Song Ci remained motionless and held his breath. Feeling the healthy and powerful beating rhythm of the heart in his body, Song Ci took a sudden breath and came back to life.
It turned out to be just a dream.
Nightmares haunted Song Ci, and Song Ci was sweating profusely. The silk pajamas were soaked, and even the sheets were wet. 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 clothes and dry her hair again.
She got off the bed slowly, her legs went limp as soon as she stood up, 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, ready 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 looked 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, it was still warm. "Qiu'er?" Song Ci pushed open the toilet door, but Mu Qiu was not seen inside.
gone
Song Ci took out her mobile phone and called Mu Qiu. "
In the middle of the night, there was an occasional night taxi driving on the road.
A slender figure was running on the sidewalk, wiping the tears welling up with the back of her hand as she ran. After running for more than ten minutes, he couldn't breathe well, so Mu Qiu stopped beside a trash can.
Like throwing a flint, she quickly threw the silver dagger in her hand into the trash can. Looking at the daggers mixed in the garbage, Mu Qiu's hands were shaking, and his face turned pale inch by inch.
At this moment, the cell phone in his pocket rang suddenly. In this silent night, the ringtone of the mobile phone sounds harsh and eerie.
Mu Qiu trembled, she took out her mobile phone tremblingly, and saw that it was Song Ci calling. She answered the phone mechanically, put it to her ear, and heard Song Ci asking on the other end of the phone: "Mu Qiu, where did you go 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 clenched his fists and said, "I can't sleep, I'm going home first."
Song Ci: "Go home?"
"yes."
"Do you have a car?"
"I came here by car."
"Nonsense! How can you drive when you're drunk!" Song Ci's tone suddenly became severe, "You pull over for me, and you can either come back or take a taxi back."
"Then I'll take a taxi and go back." After hanging up the phone, Mu Qiu stood still in place, with tears in her eyes. Finally, Mu Qiu couldn't bear the panic anymore, knelt on the ground next to the trash can, covered his face with his hands, bent over and cried.
"ah"
Mu Qiu cried until his shoulders trembled.
What was she doing just now!
She almost killed her sister!
"Little girl." A male voice, like a brook, cool and clear, but cold and proud, sounded from behind Mu Qiu.
Mu Qiu wiped away his tears indiscriminately, knelt on the ground and turned his head slowly, and saw a tall and strong man standing behind him. He was wearing a black suit and a pair of black glasses. He looked good and held a stack of tissues in his hand.
Beside him, parked a silver-gray sports car.
"Wipe?" The man stretched out the tissue in front of Mu Qiu.
Mu Qiu took the tissue and said thank you vaguely with a teary voice. After 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. She blushed, and handed those too thin and fair hands to the palm of the man.
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 seeing the man's handsome and charming face, he hesitated again. "Trouble, take me to the gate of Amethyst Capital."
"It's just a little effort."
Guess who this brother is?
Tomorrow's Labor Day, I'll have a good time for everyone, okay
(end of this chapter)