Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum Chapter 884: Ninety-first bowl of soup (ten)

Ninety-first bowl of soup (ten)

What happened...

My head hurts a bit.

Qing Huan couldn't tell what time it was when she opened her eyes, because the room was dark. She tried moving her fingers and found that her limbs seemed to be locked.

What happened?

Before this, everything was without warning.

She struggles to start recalling what happened when she was conscious. When Song Ye came back from the police station, she prepared a meal and waited for him, and shared with him the situation after the Yang Xiaohua incident was revealed on the Internet. Then they ate dinner together, and then Song Yan took the initiative to wash the dishes, she went back to the bedroom to take a shower, and after the bath he brought in two glasses of red wine, lit candles at the head of the bed, and sprinkled rose petals on the big bed.

The man's fiery warmth, soft words of love, and wild possessiveness didn't seem to dissipate, but now she's lost her freedom.

Qing Huan's brain began to spin in an instant, what happened? Did Song Ye hold her back? Or...Impossible, she should not show her sway. Even if she turned her back to Song Yan in a place he couldn't see, she still maintained the image of a shy and beautiful girl, and the other party would never see through it.

"Are you awake?"

It was Song Yi's voice, and then Qing Huan was pressed down by a heavy man's body. He didn't support her with one hand as he used to be afraid of crushing her. This time, it was real, the weight of an adult man. It made her breathless for a moment. "...Song Yi? I can't move...help me..."

"It's useless to act like a spoiled child." Song Yi bit her ear, her sharp teeth like a beast rubbing against her thin earlobe, as if she was about to bleed. "If I'm angry, I don't want to see it, right?"

Rarely encountered this kind of out-of-control situation, Qing Huan immediately began to guess how much he knew, and made up for it and saved it. "What are you talking about... You are really heavy, can you come down? My wrist hurts."

Actually, it wasn't just my wrists, but my whole body hurt. Mingming's last memory is to make love gently. Song Yan has always been a gentleman and gentle in this matter, never too rude, but this time, Qing Huan clearly felt the pain between her legs. Speaking of which, she didn't really remember what happened last night. After drinking the glass of red wine, she was carried to the bed. He covered her with petals and came up to kiss her. Qing Huan only remembered that she was very happy and dissatisfied, but after that. ... what happened after that?

She can't be drunk, it's just a glass of red wine, no matter how fragile this body is, it can't be poured into a glass, it must be Song Yi who did something, so what did he do? What do you know?

"I'm so sad, darling." Song Yi sighed, held her little hand lightly, and then bit down to her neck, Qing Huan felt like he was going to bite her throat and **** her dry blood. "You didn't copy the list, did you?"

Her wheezing got worse, and Song Yan sighed again, "If you want, you can tell me, if you don't say it, how would I know you want it? Do you want it? You won't really do you want it?"

Qing Huan: "..." Is this a joke?

Song Yi's hand touched her chest, and then pressed down on one chest: "This place, what's beating below, eh? Sweet words, how true or false?"

"You already know?" Qing Huan asked in a low voice. At first she thought it was dark in the room, but only after she woke up did she realize that it was not, but her eyes were blindfolded. That is to say, although she can't see Song Ye now, Song Ye can see her clearly. This man is so smart that he can tell from the micro-expression on her face whether she is lying or telling the truth.

"Know what?" Song Yan casually rubbed her heart, as if he wanted to cut her open to see what color the heart was inside. "Do you know that you have no blood relationship with that so-called younger brother at all, or do you know that you are both a killer raised by a certain organization? Or else, you know that you have been pretending to deceive me, approaching me because you want to get the organization from me Member list?"

He knew it all.

"How did you know?" Qing Huan didn't understand. "I'm obviously doing very well, and the organization says I'm the best, and no one can see through it."

From the very beginning, she was not expected to be a killer because of her too beautiful appearance, because a good killer should look ordinary, it is best to throw it into the crowd and never see it again. And she, even if she shows up, will make countless people miss her. Three years ago, the list of members of the organization was stolen, and the culprit was the mysterious "Song". Since the list was of great importance, if they could not be recovered, the organization ordered them to do everything possible. If Song could not be killed, Just trying to get back the list and destroying all the evidence.

She knew that Song Yi was suspicious and cautious by nature, which was evident from the fact that he had not even known his name for many years. He acts his own way, does not associate with anyone, but has a strange sense of justice. The leak of the list is too big a blow for the organization, and even the foundation may be destroyed.

The so-called younger brother is just a colleague in the organization, so the younger brother will not care or miss the disappearance of "sister".

Because of Song Yan's danger, she was very gentle and well-behaved even when she was alone, and she could not fault her perfectly. Qing Huan even knew that the house was full of micro-monitors, saying that Song Yi had no doubt that she fell in love with her the first time she saw her... that would be too suspicious.

Of course there is love at first sight in the world, but even if it is love at first sight, it is impossible for people like Song Yi to lose their vigilance.

"...Did I move your computer yesterday? You did it on purpose, including angering Yang Xiaohua and collecting evidence to prove your innocence... Things that can be done by one person, but you want me to do it, that is In order to let me show my tail?" But she obviously didn't flip the other places, and she didn't take away the list, why is it still like this?

"That kind of garbage, if you die, it will benefit the country and the people." Song Yan said disgustedly, "Why don't you take it away? You can delete the evidence and take away the list, but why do you No?"

Qing Huan didn't speak, she bit her lower lip, Song Yi came over and kissed her lingeringly: "Is it because you like me?"

She was about to answer yes almost immediately, but in time she remembered that this was a man whose sweet words could not deceive. Qing Huan didn't want to lie, but couldn't tell the truth, so she closed her mouth and let him kiss without saying a word.

"Why didn't you speak?" he asked softly.

"What do you want me to say?" Strange feeling, he seems to be inducing her all the time, there is an answer, as long as she says it, he will immediately let her go and even no longer doubt her, but he wants to what is the answer?

"Tell the truth." Song Yi gave her a hint while kissing, "For example...who are you, where are you from, what is your name, how much do you know about me...etc."

He's certainly not asking questions that she can give right away.

Qing Huan suddenly remembered Nan Shuang, could it be possible...

"Ah, obediently refused to tell me the truth." Song Yi sighed regretfully, "I will be very sad."

He stretched out his hand to take off her nightgown and spread her legs apart, "Really don't tell me?"

"What do you want me to say?! What can I say?!" She felt something was wrong, because it seemed that it was not a human body but a tool that came in, "Don't do this to me!"

The last sentence brought a cry, almost to tears, but she bit her lip and refused to let the tears fall. She was stubborn. Seeing her like this, Song Yi softened his heart, and withdrew his hand, "I just want you to tell me the truth."

"What do you want me to say..." Qing Huan gasped violently, "Let go of me... I don't want this... Song Yi..."

"Shh—" He came over to kiss her again. If Qing Huan could see it, then she would find that Song Yan's eyes were extremely strange, and even his handsome face looked terrifying. "I know it, from the time you appeared in front of me, I knew it."

"...Huh?" A shaky nasal voice responded.

"Hehehe." Song Yan suddenly laughed, "You know, I don't recognize anyone's face in this world, including myself."

She knows.

"But I'm a genius, and a genius naturally has his own way of remembering everything. For example, the breath of a person, I use this to distinguish whether I have seen this person." Song Yi broke her leg, "I saw your first time. At a glance, I found that I could see you clearly, which is very wrong."

"Because, in my dreams, I never saw your face clearly."

He sighed softly, "Who are you? Where did you come from in this body? I once experienced the same world, the first time you met me in the library, you were greeted by I killed it."

A stupid woman from an organization who doesn't know anything about him, thinking that he is the target of an ordinary and arbitrary killing?

There are too many killers who come to Binhai City. When they come, none of them can go back.

But when he saw her after his rebirth, he found that her face became very clear - this is so strange, from the beginning to the present, everything has been exactly the same as what he had experienced, except that Something went wrong with her. So, is it because of him or her?

Obviously it's her, right?

The originally coquettish female killer suddenly became so young that she didn't even dare to open her eyes when she killed someone - there are only two possibilities, one is that she has started over like him, and the other is that she has changed her body.

Soon he was sure it was the second type. If it was the same soul, he would never like such a woman.

When he saw her, he felt a sense of relief, as if the treasure he had been looking for for a long time suddenly appeared in front of him one day.