Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Song Ci still had an expression of indifference and disdain. She told Mu Qiu calmly: "Because I am fate, I can't die. You say you are not angry." Even if Mu Qiu and Mu Mian put him together later, she was innocent. He died and was born again.

Her fate is hard, and she is destined to stinks for thousands of years.

Mu Qiu wiped his tears. She reopened a bottle of wine, drank half of the bottle, and lay on the table feebly as if she was drunk.

Song Ci took the empty wine bottle in her palm and said to her, "You are drunk Mu Qiu. I will call my mother and ask them to pick you up."

Song Ci got up to get the phone. Before he walked far, he suddenly heard Mu Qiu whispering: "I miss you so much, but when you say you want to give me your heart, I will be moved. , Will also be reluctant..."

Song Ci paused. She slowly turned her head and looked at the girl with red cheeks holding the bottle. "Mu Qiu, you are drunk."

Mu Qiu didn't say a word, closed his eyes, maybe he was asleep.

Song Ci called Du Tingting and learned that Mu Qiu was drunk at her place. Du Tingting said embarrassedly: "Song Song, your father is on a business trip. I'm the only one at home, and the driver has left work. Tonight Just let your sister stay with you for one night, okay?"

Song Ci glanced at Mu Qiu who was asleep, and could only agree.

There is only one bed at home, so it is impossible for Song Ci to let Mu Qiu sleep in her marriage room with Han Zhan. She moved Mu Qiu to the sofa and put it away, and found a thin towel to cover her. During the process, Mu Qiu woke up once. She opened her eyes and stared at Song Ci, then she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Song Ci returned to the room when Mu Qiu fell asleep.

At first, Song Ci couldn't fall asleep, but she didn't feel a little sleepy until after twelve o'clock with her eyes open. I don't know how long I slept, and suddenly there was a sharp pain in my chest. Song Ci woke up due to the pain, she opened her eyes and saw a scene that shocked her——

A knife was inserted in front of her chest, and the silver knife was stained with some red blood. The hands holding the knife are as long as jade, and the wrists are also slender and beautiful. The owner of those hands looked weak and thin, but at this moment, her face showed a fierce and cold expression.

"Sister." Mu Qiu glanced at Song Ci who was waking up, a little puzzled, "Why did you wake up? I obviously put enough medicine in your beer, you shouldn't wake up. "While speaking, she turned the knife in her hand.

The flesh and blood were stirred, and the pain of tearing was beyond words. Song Ci was sweating from the pain, her hands squeezed the sheets tightly, and she begged for mercy in pain: "Mu Qiu, will you let me go? Don't kill me, I don't want to die!"

Mu Qiu thought about it seriously, then shook his head fiercely. "No. Your heart must be given to me. If you don't give it to me, I will die...I don't want to die either!" She smiled evilly and dug out Song Ci's heart directly!

"what!"

Song Ci abruptly sat up straight out of the bed. She subconsciously reached out to touch her chest. Without touching the **** hole, her panic finally stabilized.

With the palm of his hand resting on his chest, Song Ci remained motionless, holding his breath. Feeling the healthy and powerful jumping rhythm of the heart in his body, Song Ci took a breath and came back to life.

It turned out to be just a dream.

Suffering from nightmares, Song Ci was sweating profusely, her silk pajamas were soaked, and even the sheets were moisturized. She touched her hair with her hand and found that the hair on the back of her head was all wet. She was afraid of catching a cold, so Song Ci planned to change her clothes and dry her hair.

She got out of bed slowly, her legs softened as soon as she got up, and she sat on the floor feebly. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Song Ci got up and entered the cloakroom when his body regained strength.

She found a nightgown to put on again, and was about to go to the bathroom to take a bath. Thinking of something, she suddenly turned and left the bedroom.

Standing on the aisle on the second floor, Song Ci bowed his head and glanced at the living room on the first floor.

Where is Mu Qiu?

On the black sofa, there was only a neatly folded sheet, but Mu Qiu was not seen. Song Ci came downstairs and touched the cushion of the sofa. There was still some residual warmth. "Autumn?" Song Ci pushed open the toilet door, but did not see Mu Qiu inside.

gone?

Song Ci took out his cell phone and called Mu Qiu.

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In the middle of the night, there is occasionally a night taxi driving on the road.

A slender figure was running on the sidewalk. As she ran, she wiped the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand. After running for more than ten minutes, he was out of breath, and Mu Qiu stopped beside a trash can.

Like throwing flint, she quickly threw the silver dagger in her hand into the trash can. Looking at the dagger mixed in the trash, Mu Qiu's hands were shaking, and his face turned pale.

At this time, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang. In this silent night, the phone's ringtone sounds harsh and weird.

Mu Qiu was trembling, she took out her mobile phone and saw that Song Ci was calling. She answered the phone mechanically, put it to her ear, and heard Song Ci asking on the other end of the phone: "Mu Qiu, where did you go in the evening!"

Mu Qiu moved his lips without making a sound. Song Ci said again: "Where are you? I'm looking for you."

Mu Qiu squeezed his fist and said: "I can't sleep, I will go home first."

Song Ci: "Go home?"

"Yes."

"Is there a car?"

"I came by car."

"Naughty! How can you drive when you are drunk!" Song Ci's tone suddenly became severe, "You pull me over and stop, either come back or take a taxi back."

"Then I'll take a taxi and go back." After hanging up the phone, Mu Qiu stood still there, tears in her eyes. Finally, Mu Qiu couldn't bear the panic anymore. He knelt on the ground beside the trash can with one knee, covered his face with his hands, bent over and cried.

"Ah..."

Mu Qiu cried so that his shoulders trembled.

What was she doing just now!

She almost killed her sister!

"Little girl." A male voice that resembles a stream, cool and thorough, but icy and proud, sounded behind Mu Qiu.

Mu Qiu wiped away tears indiscriminately, knelt on the ground and turned his head slowly, and saw a sturdy man standing behind him. He is wearing a black suit and a pair of black glasses, looks good, holding a stack of tissues in his hand.

A silver-gray sports car was parked beside him.

"Wipe?" The man stretched out the tissue in front of Mu Qiu.

Mu Qiu took the tissue, his voice was crying, and he vaguely said thank you. Wiping away the tears, Mu Qiu saw the man stretch out his hand again, bent over and said to her, "Do you need my help?"

Only then did Mu Qiu realize that he was still kneeling on the ground. She blushed, and handed her overly thin and white hands to the man's palm.

The man helped Mu Qiu up. He looked around and said, "It's not easy to take a taxi around here. Where do you live, I'll take you back."

Mu Qiu wanted to refuse, but looked at the handsome and charming face of the man and hesitated again. "Trouble, take me to the gate of Amethyst Capital."

"It's just a matter of effort."

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