Genuine Wife and Slave: 108 Types of Love and Killing

"What's the matter?" Song Qingcheng almost died of embarrassment, when he went out, he never thought of taking a look in the mirror, and was actually ashamed in front of Rong Kui.

She raised her hand to wipe it off by herself, but suddenly, the hand holding her face exerted force and lifted her chin up.

The next moment, a touch of icy softness fell on her lips, and she sucked it gently.

boom!
Song Qingcheng's face was instantly like coals in a fire, so hot that he didn't dare to touch it.

This is the airport gate!Just kissing like this, are you really not afraid of disturbing the appearance of the city? !
Song Qingcheng, whose brain was completely overwhelmed by these words, didn't dare to look at the reactions of the people around him, closed his eyes tightly, and placed his hands stiffly by his side.

I don't know how long it took, maybe a second, maybe a minute, and the touch on the lips disappeared.

"Learner... long..." Song Qingcheng looked up at Rong Kui stupidly with his head raised, fireworks crackling in his brain: "Are you hungry?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Song Qingcheng wanted to slap himself to death. Why did he feel weird when he said these words at such a time.

She hurriedly explained: "I mean, if the senior is hungry, go to my house and I will cook for you."

"No need, just take me to the hotel." With a smile in his clear voice, Rong Kui patted Song Qingcheng's head, took her hand and walked towards the car parked not far away.

In such a short time, the snow became heavier and heavier, and in a blink of an eye, it was already accumulating, and a thin layer was laid on the ground.

But Song Qingcheng didn't feel cold, she and Rong Kui walked side by side to where Uncle Li was.

Out of the corner of her eyes, she peeked at her hand wrapped in Rong Kui's palm, with an unconcealable sweetness on her lips.

"Please get in the car." Uncle Li saw the two people coming with each other from a distance, and opened the car door.

Song Qingcheng got out of the way and wanted Rong Kui to go up first. After all, the snow was getting heavier and he was not used to the cold in the north.

But she didn't want to, just as she backed away, suddenly a person rushed over from the side and punched Rong Kui directly in the face.

"Senior!"

"Qingcheng, don't come here." Rong Kui, who was defenseless, was wiped to the corner of his mouth by that punch, and faint blood appeared. He called Song Qingcheng who wanted to rush over, and also squeezed his fists to fight Duan Yushen who had been prepared for a long time. up.

In fact, Duan Yushen planned to go back to work in the company after visiting Leng Jinyan in the hospital. Unexpectedly, when he passed by, he saw Rong Kui and Song Qingcheng together, and immediately became angry and rushed forward regardless.

Rong Kui, who never thought that he would encounter him, suffered an unprepared loss and was injured by him.

Clay figurines are full of anger, let alone him who is not as gentle and refined as he appears on the surface.

His face was as cold as the snowflakes floating between the sky and the earth at this moment, so sharp that the knife could see blood, and his expression was condensed like Song Qingcheng had never seen before.

The sound of punching and punching the flesh made Song Qingcheng feel that Xiaoji had never known this person in front of her for a moment. She looked at Duan Yushen who was forced to retreat step by step, and she was really afraid that there would be such a person at the airport. If something happened to the place where he was going, he hurried over and grabbed Rong Kui's arm: "Senior, there are too many people here, let's forget it." Anyway, he is still a public figure, so he is afraid of affecting him.

Rong Kui didn't want to make it so ugly, and when Song Qingcheng said this, his fists loosened.

Falling to the ground, Duan Yushen, whose cheeks were half blue, looked at the two standing in front of him, raised his eyebrows, and suddenly kicked Rong Kui hard.

"Hey!" Song Qingcheng was about to be fooled by the person in front of him. Those who were beaten were not held accountable, and those who beat them were still relentless: "What's wrong with you? It's justified no matter how you beat someone."

"Biao sister-in-law, this is between me and him." Duan Yu rubbed his bruised face deeply, stood up and threw out his fist.

And Song Qingcheng was almost stunned, what did this violent madman call himself?Cousin?

There is nothing wrong with this head, isn't it the mental illness that escaped after the wall of the mental hospital collapsed?

Thinking that a mentally ill person is not legally responsible for beating someone, Song Qingcheng quickly turned around and said to Rong Kui: "He is not mentally normal, Rong Kui, stop beating him!"

It's a pity that she shouted too late, Rong Kui's hand had already grabbed Duan Yushen's collar, and there was an uncontrollable anger on his dark face.

Seeing that, his fist was about to land on Duan Yushen's body.

Suddenly, a silver chain slipped out from Duan Yushen's collar, and against the background of the snowflakes, the gemstones inlaid on the silver pendant shone brightly.

Seeing the silver pendant, Rong Kui's movements stopped, he stared fixedly at Duan Yushen's neck, and stretched out his hand to tear the silver pendant off.

Sensing his intention, taking advantage of his unpreparedness, Duan Yushen broke away from his hand and stepped aside: "In this life, you and I, Rong Kui, will always be enemies. Once we meet, I will never let it go."

"..." Rong Kui, who was originally high-spirited, suddenly lost his mind, and he just watched Duan Yushen limping through the wind and snow, getting into the car and driving away.

……

"Rong Kui." The glamorous woman sitting on the chair raised her head, with a knowing smile on her pretty lips.

Holding a silver chain in her hand, she said to Rong Kui as if she was holding a baby: "See if I cut it properly, and if it's crooked."

This is a thing that looks old, and the pendant is a small oval silver box that was very popular in the Republic of China, where you can put small photos.

It's just that this one doesn't look ordinary. The silver box cover, which is only a little smaller than the thumb, is inlaid with seven-color gemstones according to the patterns on it, and there is a circle of gold wire twisted at the seams. At first glance, it is not something that ordinary people can use. affordable stuff.

Rong Kui took the things from Duan Yudie's hand, looked at the photo of the two of them embracing in the greenhouse in the oval silver box, lowered his head and kissed her lips affectionately: "Very well done, very beautiful. "

Rong Kui didn't say these words to make Duan Yudie happy, for some reason, Duan Yudie hadn't been in contact with many people since she was a child, including normal school students.

Study, with tutors, from elementary school to university.In life, there are helpers and nannies, so she has nothing to do all day long and can only do some handwork.

As time goes by, the craftsmanship is getting better and better, not to mention the small photo in the silver pendant, sometimes when the mood comes, I even make some small things for Rong Kui.

Hearing the praise, she smiled triumphantly: "I remembered this yesterday, so that I can keep watching you when you return to City H in the future."

"Don't you still have a mobile phone? You can call me anytime."

"That's just listening to the voice, and I only saw you." Duan Yudie held up the silver pendant in his hand: "Looking at this photo, you can see you standing with me."

Being raised by her family since she was a child, Duan Yudie has never had a trace of haze on her body, even if she talks about love, she speaks in a graceful manner, which is exactly what Rong Kui likes most.

Later, that necklace became a treasure that Duan and Die never left, until...the accident happened.

Unexpectedly, it was actually worn on Duan Yushen's neck, which can be regarded as a kind of return to the original owner.

Like a pumped soul, Rong Kui said to Song Qingcheng without looking back: "Let's go, it's snowing."

"It's snowing, Rong Kui, can you pinch a little snowman for me, secretly." Afraid that he would not agree to himself, Duan Yudie begged and compared the snowman's small length with two fingers: "Every year I make a snowman with them." Said, but they didn't let me play, I want to feel if the snow is really cold."

Once caught in the memory, everything, even the air, began to become the smell of that person when he was there.

Looking at Rong Kui, whose eyes were already gray and without a trace of anger, Song Qingcheng got into the car silently without knowing what happened: "Go to Dihai Hotel."

Uncle Li also felt the strange atmosphere in the car, and started the engine without saying a word.

For a moment, apart from the rapidly receding street outside the car window and the snowflakes flying on the car window, there was no sound in the car, and even breathing was subconsciously relaxed.

Watching the pedestrians hurrying to and fro on the street, Song Qingcheng pondered for a moment, then turned to ask Rong Kui: "That person just now...do you know?"

In fact, she already had the answer in her heart, but Duan Yushen's attitude of finding fault and taking it for granted made Song Qingcheng feel that the matter was unusual, so she still wanted to listen to Rong Kui tell her personally.

It's just that she didn't expect that Rong Kuituo leaned on the back of the chair, half-opened his eyes and said nothing, as if he didn't hear her doubts.

Looking at him like this, Song Qingcheng felt a faint alienation.

She didn't say anything anymore, she turned her head and continued to look out of the window.

Not long after, the hotel arrived.

Rong Kui got out of the car first, carrying a small amount of luggage, and said to Song Qingcheng, "You don't have to see me off anymore, it's cold, go back."

"……Um."

"Goodbye." Before the words finished, Rong Kui had already entered the hotel, and his figure disappeared completely.

This was the only time Song Qingcheng felt the indifference of Rong Kui for so many years, and she felt a mess in her heart, and after a while, she breathed out and said to Uncle Li: "Go back, Uncle Li. "

Some things, since Rong Kui chose not to say anything, then Song Qingcheng would not ask, it's just that he didn't feel so comfortable in his heart.

Returning to Li's residence with a sleepy look, she planned to get a good night's sleep, visit Leng Jinyan tomorrow, and then have a good talk with Rong Kui.

But when she got out of the car, she felt the tense atmosphere at home. Aunt Zhang stood outside the gate with red eyes. When she saw her get off the car, she ran over in a hurry, took her hand and ran into the house.

"Aunt Zhang, what's the matter?" Aunt Zhang had no children, and it was rare to see her so anxious.

Hearing her question, Aunt Zhang turned her head, and before she could speak, tears fell, and even her lips were trembling.

"What's the matter?" Song Qingcheng was a little dazed. She looked at Aunt Zhang, and then heard the disorderly footsteps from upstairs in a trance. "Is it grandpa? How is grandpa?"

"master……"

Song Qingcheng's mind went blank, she broke away from Aunt Zhang's hand and ran upstairs. When she ran to Li Hongwei's bedroom, she saw Li Hongwei lying on the bed wearing an oxygen mask.

In the room, apart from several doctors headed by Li Wei, there were also some high-level executives in the company and a few people in suits and ties.

"Grandpa!" Song Qingcheng's legs went limp, and she almost fell to the ground. She pushed Aunt Zhang's hand away, and threw herself to the bed: "Grandpa! Grandpa!"

"Uncle Li, what's wrong with grandpa, wasn't he fine when I went?"