Song Jingwan was taken aback, and said in a low voice, "Song Yaoyao, what are you going crazy for?!"
Suddenly, he remembered that night at the resort, Song Yaoyao also seemed to be crazy, and frantically pressed her into the bathtub. It looked like he was going to kill her.
She was strangled and struggled hard.
Song Yaoyao's hands were weak, and Song Jingwan broke free easily.
She leaned against a small ball in the seat, her face was pale, but her eyes seemed to be shining.
"You just think I'm crazy," she looked across the road, Song Wenchuan had already paid the money and rushed back, she rolled her eyes, "But ask here, do you really treat him as your brother, or Simply unwilling to be reconciled, you want to beat me in everything?"
She tapped Song Jingwan's heart with her fingertips, her voice was very weak.
At this moment, her tone was separated from her cute and childish appearance, and she was terribly mature.
It made Song Jingwan feel like being stripped naked and standing in front of Song Yaoyao.
All small thoughts have nowhere to hide.
It was cold outside, and Song Wenchuan didn't wear a coat, so he sneezed several times in a row.
He was carrying two bags in his hand, and the hot mist steamed the plastic bags white.
"Here, the fried chestnuts you want."
Song Wenchuan stuffed it to Song Yaoyao, and handed the other bag to Song Jingwan, "Jingwan, yours."
Fair and just, no more, no less.
Song Jingwan took it in a daze, biting her lower lip, "Thank you brother."
The chestnuts are freshly fried and piping hot. She was still a little moved in her heart, but when she saw the exact same packaging bag in Song Yaoyao's arms, she hadn't been moved, and she had already faded away.
Who cares about such an incidental thing, chestnuts are not what she wants to eat!
"Are you sure you're okay? Are you going to the hospital?"
He leaned forward and put the back of his hand against Song Yaoyao's forehead to try it out. The temperature was just right, but there was no fever.
To be honest, at the beginning she broke out in cold sweat suddenly, and her little face was pale, which really scared him.
"It's okay, you are so long-winded."
Song Yaoyao rolled her eyes and muttered softly.
"Tell me bad things again? Pretend I didn't hear it?" Song Wenchuan pretended to be angry and gave her a sideways glance, and closed the car door, "Let's go then."
This time, Song Yaoyao didn't stop her.
Her lips were pale, and she held a chestnut to warm her hands.
The two got into the car one after another, and several police cars roared past their car and moved forward quickly.
Song Wenchuan's heart fluttered, and he always felt that there was something he had overlooked and hadn't remembered.
He shook his head, started the car and drove forward.
However, it didn't take long for the car to move forward.
"What's wrong?"
Song Jingwan opened the car window curiously and glanced at it. After just one glance, her stomach turned upside down and she retched loudly.
"Uh-uh-"
Not far away, there was a blue convertible sports car that had been smashed into scrap iron, and there was a large truck that rolled over in front, and a series of cars rear-ended around it.
This is not the point, the point is that when Song Jingwan looked over, she happened to see several medical staff carrying a dead body onto a stretcher.
Why was it identified as a corpse, because Song Jingwan saw that the person's head had been completely deflated.
And below, a large piece of red, red and white things, especially dazzling under the street lights.
Song Wenchuan's heart was beating extremely fast, he was stunned for a few seconds before reacting to pull Song Jingwan.
"Don't look! Watch out for nightmares."
But Song Jingwan had already seen it, she was trembling all over, and that terrifying picture appeared frequently in her mind, and she couldn't get rid of it.