Genuine Wife and Slave: 108 Types of Love and Killing

Since she was 15 years old, she has fallen in love with Rong Kui. He is the white moonlight and cinnabar mole in her heart, a luxury she cannot get.

Because she knew that Rong Kui was a person who was particularly restrained in his feelings, so he didn't show any strangeness easily.

This time, when she broke off the engagement with Leng Jinyan and came to Rong Kui, she also meant to break the boat.But unexpectedly, Rong Kui actually told her that he likes her first.

No one could understand her mood at that moment, she was so happy that she was almost crazy, and she almost couldn't bear it.

To this day, she feels that she is still in a dream.

But judging from the tone of the caller just now, it seems that Rong Kui has something else to hide.

"That person must be talking nonsense." Song Qingcheng said in a low voice, suppressing the strange feeling in his heart.

She threw the phone on the bed casually and went into the bathroom to wash up.

The toothbrush, toothbrush, towel and a series of cosmetics she used to put in front of the vanity mirror were bought by Rong Kui with her after she came.

As soon as she saw these things, Song Qingcheng saw the scene of Rong Kui asking herself carefully every time they bought something when the two went shopping together.

She couldn't help smiling, humming a song, washing her face and brushing her teeth.

After washing up, Song Qingcheng thought of the injured Rong Kui, "Why don't you cook soup for him yourself today?"

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that it was a good idea. She picked out two clothes and put them on, and went out with her wallet and mobile phone to go to the supermarket to pick ingredients for soup.

In the winter, City H is much colder than City S, and people wearing thin down jackets can already be seen on the street.

Song Qingcheng, who miscalculated the weather, only wore a windbreaker with a sweater inside.A gust of wind blew by, and she shivered severely.

"I don't know if Rong Kui wears a lot?" She shrugged her shoulders and muttered, seeing the green light on the opposite side, she walked quickly onto the zebra crossing.

Suddenly, there was a roar of the engine, and a black heavy locomotive painted with silver patterns crazily passed through the vehicle and rushed over.

There was only the sound of the roaring engine in her ears, and she could only see the heavy locomotive rolling towards her in her eyes. At this moment, Song Qingcheng's brain couldn't react at all. She stood dumbfounded on the zebra crossing, and her wallet fell on the on the ground.

At this critical moment, an Audi suddenly rushed over diagonally and stopped in front of Song Qingcheng.

"boom!"

The heavy locomotive hit the ground due to the huge impact, and the person in the helmet rushed a long way and fell into the bushes beside the road.

Song Qingcheng's brain was still frozen after escaping from death. It wasn't until the man on the heavy motorcycle moaned while clutching his legs that she let out a sigh of relief, her legs went limp, and she leaned against the roadblock in front of her. Audi windows.

"Thank you." Song Qingcheng said sincerely, looking at the dent in the Audi's body.

The car window suddenly lowered, revealing the dead face sitting in the car.

Looking at that familiar face, Song Qingcheng subconsciously called out the dead machine's name: "Leng Jinyan? You, why are you here?"

"I went to the hospital." Leng Jinyan's answer was as simple and indifferent as ever, he glanced at Song Qingcheng: "Where are you going?"

"I, I want to go to the supermarket to buy some fresh ingredients." There is also a supermarket in the villa, but I can't find anything I like.That's why Song Qingcheng appeared here.

She nodded to Leng Jinyan: "Thank you just now, I'll go first."

As she said that, she walked away with strides. Just as the green light passed, a car drove past her body.

Looking at the car driving away, Song Qingcheng was so angry that his nose was almost crooked.

Leng Jinyan, who was sitting in the car, looked at her so angry that she almost wanted to stomp her feet. For some reason, a different feeling suddenly surged in her heart. He drove over and stopped in front of Song Qingcheng: "Get in the car."

"No, I'll just walk." It was the first time seeing him being so polite, and Song Qingcheng felt a little weird.

She walked a few steps quickly, waved her hand at Leng Jinyan's car, and walked away.

Looking at Song Qingcheng who had disappeared into the traffic, Leng Jinyan looked back and turned his head with the steering wheel.

The action was too big, and it accidentally involved several wounds where the ointment had just been applied.His brows twitched in pain.

The bodyguard last night was exceptional. Although he didn't lose, he didn't get any benefits either.So, I went to the hospital for a checkup this morning.

He rubbed his aching shoulder, and called Duan Yushen: "Book an air ticket at eight o'clock tomorrow morning, and come back to the company with me for a meeting at ten o'clock."

"Master Cousin." Duan Yushen, who was lying on the bed in Huihao Hotel and playing games, wailed deeply: "You didn't call early or late, but you came at this time, do you know that I was tortured to death. "

"Huh?" Leng Jinyan murmured.

"No, no." Through the phone, Duan Yushen could smell the coldness of the Great Demon King, and he hurriedly said, "You are right, this call is good! I will book a ticket right away."

Looking at the game account that was killed and killed on the computer screen, Duan Yushen felt like a villain in his heart.

Big devil, no wonder no one likes it, the sister-in-law who eats it can fly away.

His thoughts were so strong that Song Qingcheng, who was far away shopping in the supermarket, felt her ears were burning. She touched her earlobe and murmured to herself: "Who the hell is so boring and keeps thinking about me? My ears are burning to death."

However, if it is Rong Kui...

Song Qingcheng smirked, and unconsciously poked the frozen chicken with her fingers.

The aunt who also came to buy chicken next to her looked at her smirking, and elbowed her: "Girl, what are you laughing at? It's weird."

"what?"

"It looks pretty, why is there a problem here?" The aunt looked at Song Qingcheng who was looking at her stupidly, pointing to her head and sighing.

Song Qingcheng, who was puzzled by Monk Zhang Er, looked at the aunt who was walking away, and stroked his forehead, even if he jumped into the Yellow River, he couldn't wash himself off.

She shook her head, picked out a chicken of moderate fatness and leanness, and handed it to the supermarket attendant standing inside: "Please chop it up for me, I don't want the chicken head and chicken feet."

The only thing Song Qingcheng can do is this stewed chicken soup learned by He Rongkui.

When I first started learning, I didn’t know how many chickens were killed. When I think about it, it’s all a history of blood and tears of chickens.

The waiter's hands and feet are very agile, and after a while, it is cleaned up.

He put the chicken in a bag and handed it to Song Qingcheng: "Go slowly."

"Thank you." After taking the chicken, Song Qingcheng was going to buy some more spices and mushrooms. Just as she took a step, the phone in her bag rang suddenly, it was the sound of a text message.

Without even thinking about it, Song Qingcheng picked up his phone and looked through it.Because sometimes Rong Kui would send her text messages.

However, when she clicked on the new message, the chicken she was carrying fell to the ground with a "snap".

There is only one piece of new information, which is a photo. The photo was taken in summer, with sunshine and lush trees.

The white carved high-backed chair is placed under the rose trellis, and the blooming white roses surround the woman sitting on the high-backed chair like stars.

She has bright facial features, bright eyes and white teeth, and her seaweed-like thick hair is in big attractive waves, tied on her left shoulder with a lace headband.

She smiled sweetly, holding the man behind her relyingly with her left hand.

Song Qingcheng looked at the face that he could never recognize in his life, and suddenly felt sour.

In this photo, he was not the one she knew, not calm, calm, or gentle, but flamboyant, unruly, and so strange.

He stood behind the high-backed chair, half-embracing the smiling woman in his arms. Just at this moment, the wind picked up and blew the woman's hair.

He gently stretched out his fingers to hook her hair, and lowered his head as if to say something to her.

"Crack." Tears fell on the phone screen, blurring Song Qingcheng's eyes.

She never knew the existence of this woman, and suddenly wondered what was between her and Rong Kui.

There were people coming and going in the supermarket, and the people passing by looked at Song Qingcheng who was crying for no reason, pointing and pointing.

"What's wrong with this person, why did he suddenly cry?"

"What about her? It's none of our business."

"Yeah, yeah, let's go, don't have a brain problem, what should we do if you rely on us?"

A person walked away from a distance, isolating Song Qingcheng in a space.

Suddenly, the screen of the mobile phone in his hand lit up, and the strange number from this morning appeared on it again.

She picked up the phone with trembling hands and put it to her ear.

"You should have seen it."

"How can I be sure that this photo is real? Are there still few composite photos?" When Song Qingcheng said this, he could feel his lack of confidence.

The person on the other side of the phone naturally recognized it, and he laughed: "Aren't Ms. Song curious about the woman in that photo?"

"..."

"She is the eldest lady of the Duan family, Duan Yudie."

The Duan family is also a big family in H City, Song Qingcheng has also heard of the name Duan Yudie.She is the only daughter of the Duan family, and she has been favored since she was a child. However, because of her poor health, she has been abroad for medical treatment and recuperation. Therefore, except for the Duan family, few people know what she looks like.

So, how did Rong Kui know her?Moreover, the two are still so close, it is obvious that right and wrong are related.

The man on the phone continued: "If you don't believe me, go find someone to check and see if they are what you think they are."

"What's your purpose?" Song Qingcheng felt uncomfortable, but she was not stupid.From the man's phone call this morning to the current photo, it's obvious that this man has other ideas.

She said to the person on the other end of the phone: "I will not hurt Rong Kui, never."

After speaking, she hung up the phone, picked up the chicken on the ground and left the supermarket.

The city is still the same city, and the people are still the same people. In an instant, the feeling is completely different.

Song Qingcheng stood at the entrance of the supermarket, in a daze.Grandpa's words seemed to be still in my ears: "Go to Rong Kui, find someone you like, as long as you are good, get married as soon as possible."

marry?

Song Qingcheng sneered, and she raised her hand to hail a taxi.

"Ma'am, where are you going?"

"No. 28, Xiping Road, no." As soon as she said it, Song Qingcheng regretted it. She said to the driver: "Take me to a better bar, not too noisy."

"Okay." The driver is a local, and even if he has never been to those places, he generally understands the bar's instructions.

He didn't look like Song Qingcheng was short of money, so he thought for a while, and planned to drag her to Sandu, a very famous bar in H City.

It is rumored that Sandu's boss used to be a monk, but later became a layman and started a business.Whether it is a restaurant or a bar, as long as it is his business, it is called Sandu.

It means, don't cross people, don't cross hearts, don't cross love.