Genuine Wife and Slave: 108 Types of Love and Killing

The grief-stricken Duan Yushen didn't want to take another look at his cousin who was so black that his bones were covered with ink sticks, so he left softly.

And Song Qingcheng, who got off the car at the entrance of the villa with a thermos cup, saw a person he was not familiar with——Wang Hao.

He stood at the gate with an unshaven beard, the jacket on his body had a discordant taste, his face was exhausted, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Excuse me, what's the matter?" This person is Leng Jinyan's good friend. He has met him twice, and Song Qingcheng couldn't leave him alone, so he greeted him.Besides, looking at Wang Hao like this, it is obvious that he has been waiting for a long time.

It's just that Wang Hao was more anxious than Song Qingcheng imagined. He stepped forward and grabbed Song Qingcheng's hand, squeezed her tightly and asked her: "Where is An Ning? Isn't An Ning with you? Where did she go? How did she go?" did not return?"

... An Ning, Song Qingcheng felt pain in her heart, she lowered her head: "I didn't find her, I was pushed to an isolated island by the waves, and later, Leng Jinyan also arrived there."

Time and time again, Song Qingcheng had hoped in his heart that An Ning would be sent to this isolated island like Leng Jinyan.

However, one day, two days, three days, half a month, An Ning did not appear.

Every time Song Qingcheng thinks of peace, those people sleeping on the bottom of the sea will appear in front of Song Qingcheng's eyes, with swollen bodies, bodies bound by seaweed, and bodies eaten by fish.As long as she thought about it, she couldn't sleep all night and all night.

If, if the two of them didn't let go of their hands at the moment they fell into the sea, how good it would be.

Song Qingcheng's ashen-like expression was imprinted in Wang Hao's eyes, which was tantamount to another death sentence. He shook off Song Qingcheng's hand in a frenzy and said, "I will definitely find her. Since both you and Jinyan can come back, Why can't she."

"Wang Hao..." Seeing his appearance, Song Qingcheng understood in an instant that the man in front of him had already had a deep-rooted love for An Ning.

She couldn't bear to tell him that during this time she had been asking people to find An Ning, helicopters, boats, as long as they could be used, but they still found nothing.

Perhaps for Wang Hao, An Ning is a motivation for him to continue searching. If this motivation is lost, Song Qingcheng doesn't know what will happen to him.

Enduring the sadness in her heart, she said to Wang Hao: "Yes, since Leng Jinyan and I can come back, An Ning must be fine too. She likes swimming the most. Maybe she is waiting for us to find somewhere?"

"Yes." Wang Hao's expression was already showing some terrifying paranoia. He trembled slightly, and his right hand, whose index finger had been smudged yellow, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number: "Get ready for the boat, I want to go to sea."

I don't know what the person over there said, but he said angrily: "If she comes to stop me, I will jump into the sea, even if it is swimming, I will go to sea!"

Song Qingcheng had never seen a man with such a violent temper, nor had she heard such reckless words. She looked at the distant figure of Wang Hao sitting in the car, and did not recover until Li Wei opened the door to call her. .

"Uncle Li, is Grandpa feeling better?"

During the half month of looking for Song Qingcheng, Li Hongwei's spirit was too low, and his body collapsed. After being overjoyed, he couldn't hold on all of a sudden, and his illness recurred severely.Except for going to the hospital, Song Qingcheng was by his side all the time, worrying about...

Unconsciously, there was some sadness on her face.

Li Wei pushed the door open with one hand, and the brows that had been frowning for the past few days finally eased a little, and said to her: "The old man just woke up once, and said he wanted to see Miss, and I was planning to go to the hospital to pick you up."

"Grandpa is awake!?"

"Well, I just woke up, took some medicine, and now I'm in a good state of mind."

"Huh." Song Qingcheng heaved a sigh of relief, and trotted into the house briskly: "Then I'm going to see grandpa."

Thinking of the sound of da da da footsteps, the whole villa seemed to be filled with sunshine in an instant.

Song Qingcheng walked outside Grandpa's bedroom, but didn't knock on the door, and quietly put his head in and looked inside.

After taking medicine for a long time, Li Hongwei's room smelled of medicine faintly.

But the smell of medicine was not unpleasant to Song Qingcheng's incoming water. She smiled and walked in lightly.

Li Hongwei was leaning on the pillow and writing something with a pen at this moment, not aware of her arrival, so Song Qingcheng walked behind him and looked at the document-like things with some curiosity.

I saw that the first piece of paper Li Hongwei was laying on the bed said: "Share Transfer Letter" and the papers next to it were all: "Real Estate Transfer" and the like.

Almost instantly, Song Qingcheng's nose was sore and clogged, and his eyes were a little wet.

Her gaze shifted from these documents to Li Hongwei's hair, which had turned white in just half a month, and she couldn't help hugging Li Hongwei's shoulder from behind: "Grandpa..."

"...Has Qingcheng come back?" Li Hongwei, already covered with age spots, took Song Qingcheng's hand on his shoulder with his blue-veined hand, tilted his head and said with a smile: "Grandpa was dealing with some things just now. It's Grandpa's fault if he didn't find out."

"...Why is it so important? Your body hasn't fully recovered yet, so it's the same if you put it aside and do it later."

Song Qingcheng just didn't want Li Hongwei to mention those inheritances, so he let go of his shoulders and put all the documents on the chair beside him, not caring.

"Your priority right now is to rest well and take care of your body. You promised me that you would accompany me to visit the whole world."

"Childish." Li Hongwei glanced at the documents, patted the soft bed, raised his head and said to Song Qingcheng: "Sit down for a while, and talk to grandpa for a while."

"Okay." Song Qingcheng was eager to stick to his grandfather all the time, and said with a smile like a flower: "I'll go get you something to eat first. Uncle Li said that you just woke up, so you must have not eaten."

"Remember not to take milk!" Li Hongwei said somewhat evasively with his eyes open.

Song Qingcheng, who had expected him to say this, nodded deeply: "Yes, this time I won't let grandpa drink."

She knew that grandpa was not afraid of anything, but the smell of milk, no matter what he used to treat it, he just couldn't drink it.

According to what he said, no matter how old you are, drinking this stuff won't do anything.

However, Li Wei once told Song Qingcheng secretly, in fact, her grandfather is an old child, an old child, is he rejuvenating?

Thinking of his grandfather's bitter and bitter look every time he drank milk, Song Qingcheng laughed out loud.Aunt Zhang, who was busy in the kitchen, saw her walk in with a smile on her face, and asked, "Miss, what happened to you? It makes me happy to say it."

"Grandpa asked me to warm him a cup of milk just now." Song Qingcheng didn't seem to be lying at all, and was very serious.

As a result, Aunt Zhang believed her words in almost a second. She put on an apron, took out milk from the refrigerator, and said in surprise, "Master, today is..." After taking the wrong medicine, Aunt Zhang dare not say the following sentence Come out, but Song Qingcheng understands the meaning.

She nodded, took a look at the tightly covered pot, and said, "Maybe Grandpa wants to change the taste. Aunt Zhang, give me a tomato."

When people get old, their sense of taste will decline, so the food they eat is relatively heavy-tasting.

However, Li Hongwei's body is still not recovered. Although heavy food tastes delicious, the burden on his body is not small.So, Song Qingcheng thought about it, and simply made a chicken soup with mushrooms and vegetables, which was delicious and did not burden the stomach.

"Bang bang bang." The kitchen knife chopped rhythmically on the chopping board, and a small amount of chicken and pork was chopped into minced meat: "Aunt Zhang, you can make it into meatballs, it will be as big as your little finger."

Turning her head and ordering Aunt Zhang, Song Qingcheng continued to take the tomatoes and cut them into cubes, the white truffles were also cut into cubes, and a little bit of red pepper.

"Aunt Zhang, is the oil about the same temperature?" Putting these ingredients in a bowl, Song Qingcheng walked over to test the temperature on the oil pan with the back of his hand: "I don't think it's too high."

Before making noodles, Song Qingcheng always boiled them directly with water, and then added the cooked ingredients. This chicken soup mushroom noodles was something she watched from the sidelines when she watched Rong Kui make them.Therefore, the oil temperature is not well controlled.

Aunt Zhang smiled, looked at it and said, "It's ok, if it's hotter, it will fry the pan."

With that said, she took the ingredients from Song Qingcheng's hand and put them into the pot.In an instant, some small oil stars exploded.

"Oh!" Song Qingcheng hurriedly backed away, even though she was not a kitchen idiot, she still felt a little lingering fear every time the frying pan was fried.

I always feel that those oils will blow her up.

Looking at her appearance, Aunt Zhang smiled knowingly, and said unconsciously: "You are like your mother, you can cook, but you are afraid of getting close to the frying pan."

"...I...Mom." Although Li Hongwei is not very shy about mentioning the dead, he usually seldom talks about it. Mom's in the kitchen.

Standing where she was, she asked Aunt Zhang, who was bowing her head to stir-fry vegetable and meatballs: "Is the food she cooks delicious?"

"...Delicious." Actually, Aunt Zhang didn't want to mention these things to her, and it was she who said it accidentally just now.

She looked at Song Qingcheng's eyes eager to know, and after a while, she said: "Although your mother is not the daughter of a rich family, your grandparents love her as the only daughter very much, so you never let her do housework."

Thinking of that beautiful and kind young lady, Aunt Zhang had a nostalgic smile on her face.

"When your mother first married your father, she was young, and she didn't look like you. You are more like your father."

This Song Qingcheng knows that she has seen photos of her parents. Her mother is a woman who can only be regarded as handsome, with long hair in a shawl, and a small mole above her left lip, even if she is calm. There is also a three-point smile on the face.

But his father was just the opposite, with sculpted eyebrows, high nose and thin lips, a typical appearance of a classically handsome man.

If it weren't for the wedding photo of these two people that was so sweet that the joy would overflow, outsiders would never believe that these two people are husband and wife.

One is too plain, the other is too dazzling, the difference between cloud and mud.

At first, Aunt Zhang also felt that the two were not a good match, and she was a little bit against this young mistress. She took care of the young master who grew up with her own hands, so she had to marry a woman of the right family and live a peaceful life.

However, it was also this young mistress who made her understand what it means to truly care and what it means to be in love with each other.