Genuine Wife and Slave: 108 Types of Love and Killing

Song Qingcheng thought of this when she was cooking noodles, she couldn't help suppressing her smile, and sat opposite Rong Kui with her own bowl of noodles.

"It's a little salty." After taking a sip, Rong Kui said unceremoniously, holding the noodles between his hands, he asked Song Qingcheng, "How long has it been since you cooked, you backed off."

"It's good to have something to eat!" His words were salty, and Song Qingcheng regained the old days when the two of them had noodles together in H City, and he relaxed a lot.

In the villa, the fragrance of noodles wafted.

Song Qingcheng's grandfather is one of the few northerners who is good at eating chili, and she also likes it, and he is the best.

In her noodle bowl, there was a thick layer of chili oil, and as she ate, beads of sweat came out from the tip of her nose.

Rong Kui, who had been prepared for a long time, took out the tissue and wiped her off with his own hands: "Should eat less, forget that morning stomachache?"

"Hey." Feeling his cheeks were hot, Song Qingcheng took the tissue paper and wiped it off, and looked at Rong Kui with some embarrassment: "That time it was an accident."

"Huh? An accident?" Rong Kui looked at her noncommittally, with a smile on his lips.

"...That was your fault." Seeing him, Song Qingcheng lowered his head and picked up the noodles: "Who told you to put so many peppers."

That was Rong Kui's first time learning to cook, and he followed the recipes to figure out by himself, but he didn't expect him to be quite talented in this area, and the dishes he cooked were especially delicious.

Looking at the delicious dishes, Song Qingcheng said to him with bright eyes: "Let's make a spicy crab. I want chili, a lot of chili."

Rong Kui knew that she liked to eat chili, and she didn't know that she had stomach problems, so she really made spicy crab with a lot of chili.

After eating, send her back to school.

In the early hours of the night, while he was fast asleep, his cell phone rang.

As soon as he picked up the phone, a female voice came over intermittently: "Rong Kui...I'm in pain..."

"What's the matter?" Rong Kui woke up immediately, and asked while getting up in his nightgown.

"My stomach hurts...it hurts so much." As he spoke, he started to cry.

Hearing the sobbing sound on the phone, Rong Kui didn't even change his clothes, went directly to the garage and drove the car, heading straight to the place where Song Qingcheng lived.

Back then, when she came to study in City H, Li Hongwei bought her a house not far from Xiping Road, and soon Rong Kui arrived.

"Qingcheng, Qingcheng." Standing at the door, Rong Kui rang the doorbell and called Song Qingcheng's name, but no one answered after calling for a long time.

Looking at the door, Rong Kui raised his head and glanced at the direction of the bedroom on the second floor where Song Qingcheng lived. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past and the leaves rustled.

He suddenly remembered something, grabbed the camphor tree that grew next to the villa, and jumped up.

Following the camphor tree, Rong Kui soon reached the height of the second floor. Through the curtains blown by the wind, he could see Song Qingcheng curled up on the bed behind the French windows.

"Allure."

Rong Kui's voice suddenly appeared, and Song Qingcheng, who was in cold sweat all over the body in pain, hadn't reacted until Rong Kui called her again. I saw Rong Kui on the camphor tree.

"...Rong Kui." As soon as the words came out, tears fell.I don't know if he is sick, and people don't become fragile. Whenever he sees him, Song Qingcheng feels sad.

Seeing her crying, Rong Kui didn't care about anything, jumped directly from the camphor tree to the balcony, and pushed open the French windows.

"How is it? Can you still get up? Is there any medicine?"

"I have a stomachache... I took medicine... but it didn't work."

As soon as Rong Kui heard what she said, he immediately helped her up, hugged her by the waist, and hugged her into his arms.

That night, Rong Kui stayed in the hospital all night, he stayed with Song Qingcheng all the time, and finally fell asleep leaning against the wall.

Perhaps Song Qingcheng also liked him before this day, but unlike now, it has almost become an obsession.

She looked at Rong Kui who was eating noodles, and really wanted to ask him who he was that woman just now, and what she was to him.

but……

Song Qingcheng's mind is pure, and whatever he thinks will appear on his face.

Looking at her expression, Rong Kui knew what she was thinking, he squinted his eyes calmly, and said, "Leng Jinyan, are you okay now?"

"...Ask him what to do? I don't know."

"Grandpa Li called me a few days ago about your engagement with him."

After all, Li Hongwei was worried about Rong Kui, fearing that he would abduct Song Qingcheng halfway, so the night Rong Kui left Li's house, he immediately called Rong Kui and told him not to go to Song Qingcheng again. I sincerely say that if you have a marriage contract, you will get married in a few days.

Rong Kui knew how filial Song Qingcheng was. Even if it was for her grandfather, she would not go against Li Hongwei's will and marry Leng Jinyan.

So, as soon as the meeting was over, Rong Kui returned to City H, thinking that he would pass by Song Qingcheng for the rest of his life.

However, he didn't expect to see Leng Jinyan's pornographic photos in a news magazine yesterday. According to his understanding of Mr. Li, he would never marry Song Qingcheng to Leng Jinyan again.

Sure enough, Song Qingcheng arrived today.Rong Kui understands that his chance has come.

He asked Song Qingcheng: "Where are you going later?"

"Let's find a hotel to rest for a while, I'm tired." After being excited for the night, now I can hardly keep my eyelids open, so I can find a hotel and have a good sleep.

Rong Kui glanced at her, looked at her and said, "I don't have anyone here. Instead of wasting time going to the hotel, it's better to stay here. It's more convenient to go to the alumni association."

"!" Song Qingcheng let go of her hands holding her face, swallowed her saliva and said, "This, this is not very good, it would be inconvenient if someone came to look for you."

"..." Rong Kui knew right away that she was talking about the woman just now. He looked at Song Qingcheng with deep and dark eyes, and said word by word: "There will be no one else."

Song Qingcheng's heart skipped a beat, and finally, she nodded: "Okay." Isn't the purpose of her coming here to confess to Rong Kui?She believes that those who are close to the water first get the moon.

In this way, Song Qingcheng settled down at No. 28 Xiping Road.

After eating the noodles, she put the two bowls in the sink.Rong Kui looked at her back in the apron, and said with a smile unconsciously: "I have a document that needs to be handled by me personally. You live in the innermost room on the second floor. Take a rest after washing. I'll go first." "

"Okay, I see." Unexpectedly, he only lived here a few times when he was in college, and the place has not changed. Song Qingcheng couldn't tell what it felt like.She looked at Rong Kui who was wearing a tie, and asked him, "Are you coming back for dinner tonight?"

She didn't realize that her tone was like that of a wife waiting for her husband to come back.

Rong Kui felt it, he smiled slightly, and replied: "Come back."

"Then I wait for you."

Watching Rong Kui leave, Song Qingcheng went upstairs to wash up and lay down on the bed in a nightgown.She thought that it was difficult for her to fall asleep, but she never thought that as soon as she touched the pillow, her eyes would be astringent, and the next moment, her mind gradually sank into a dark and sweet dreamland.

"Qingcheng, look here, mom, what is this?" A gentle female voice rang in my ears, and a silver light dangled in front of my eyes.

"Ah, ah." The babbling child waved his small round hands, trying to grasp the shiny things in front of him. A few petals of rice grain-sized teeth were on the bare gums, white and cute.

Song Qingcheng knew that she was dreaming, and she also knew that this child was herself, and that gentle female voice was undoubtedly her mother who died in a car accident.

She has had this dream for seven or eight years in a row, and she is already familiar with what the dream will be at the next moment.How much she wanted to press the pause button to stop all this, but it was impossible.

The trucks rushed over, and the little Song Qingcheng who was sitting in the back watched helplessly as the tall figure sitting in the driver's seat turned the steering wheel violently, turning his side towards the wheels of the truck.A warm embrace pressed her firmly in his arms.

"Allure."

"Allure..."

Blood, a lot of blood, the chubby hand was covered with warm blood, and the arm holding him gradually became cold.

Suddenly, a steady and clear sound of footsteps sounded.

"What are you crying for?" A hand reached out and handed her the handkerchief in his hand: "Don't cry, I'll give you my Transformer."

The handkerchief held by the same round little hand has a blue check pattern, and a small letter L is embroidered on the corner of the handkerchief.

Song Qingcheng sat in the corner with her knees hugged. She looked up at her little brother whose face was almost melted by the sun, and took the handkerchief.

……

"Qingcheng, Qingcheng."

Song Qingcheng, who was sleeping, woke up suddenly, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Rong Kui standing by the bed, frowning slightly.

"Why did the senior come back, didn't he go to the company?"

"It's already six o'clock in the afternoon. Are you okay? Is there something uncomfortable?" Rong Kui put his hand on Song Qingcheng's forehead while talking.

"I don't feel uncomfortable, it's just a dream and I can't wake up." Looking up at Rong Kui, Song Qingcheng didn't know that his wet eyes just woke up were like top jewels washed in the stream water, which was particularly attractive gaze.

He bent down suddenly, and before Song Qingcheng had time to react, his lips touched her eyelids.

"...Senior."

"Do you have a boyfriend now?" Rong Kui asked.

Song Qingcheng didn't expect him to ask this suddenly, and was stunned for a while, his eyes widened slightly.

"Have?"

"No." Song Qingcheng replied subconsciously.As soon as she uttered a word, Yubai's chin was suddenly pinched by two slender lips, and the next moment, her warm lips covered her.

The faces of the two were so close that Song Qingcheng could clearly see Rong Kui's eyelashes and the inconspicuous mole at the end of the eyes.

I don't know how long it took before Song Qingcheng felt that she was let go. She looked at Rong Kui in a daze: "You..."

"You don't have a boyfriend, and I'm alone, what's the problem?" Rong Kui said, and he actually smiled while talking.

This smile seemed to be contagious, Song Qingcheng also laughed, she suddenly wrapped herself in a quilt, buried herself on the bed and said: "I still want to sleep for a while, senior, go out first."

"En." Rong Kui responded, and the next moment, the sound of leaving footsteps became farther and farther away.

As soon as he left, Song Qingcheng, who said he was going to sleep, suddenly got up, blushing with excitement.

She hugged the quilt, touched her lips, and kept giggling. She couldn't wait to take out her mobile phone and dial the number of her friend An Ning.

"Hello, peace?"

"It's not that I'm a ghost, tell me, what are you calling for?"

An Ning has a bluffing temper, but her heart is actually the softest.

When they were in college, the two were not in the same class, or even professional.

It was because Song Qingcheng, who was caught by the counselor to make up the number of people, was wearing the host's long skirt when the school held a professional performance.

Those skirts were all prepared by the class. For some reason, when they were on stage, the belt of Song Qingcheng's long skirt broke suddenly, and the whole long skirt slid down. Song Qingcheng didn't react.

Suddenly, a hand wrapped around her shoulder, and her fingers grabbed the shoulder strap that was sliding down rapidly.