Bo Shao don't talk about love: I am an acting school

"Sang Jiuqing, let's go."

Song Ci said this again with a flat gaze, and glanced at the other party lightly.For some reason, Sang Jiuqing actually had the urge to cry, but she held back anyway. At this moment, crying can't solve any problems.

With 2 minutes left, the two of them seemed to be silently waiting to die, and they had given up struggling. Sang Jiuqing's hand covered Song Ci's, trying to give each other some strength, but her hand was shaking violently.

"Sang Jiuqing, have you seen the red string on my wrist? I've worn it since I was a child. I don't know what it's for. It should be safe. Take it off and put it in your pocket." inside."

Song Ci frowned and said such a sentence, seeing that Sang Jiuqing did not move, he suddenly felt a little helpless.

"If you are like this, I might as well die now."

Sang Jiuqing raised her head with red eyes, and carefully untied the red rope from the other party's hand. If this thing could keep them safe, why did the two of them have to face such a situation.

Song Ci was a little relieved, his lips were pursed, he didn't speak, and wanted to persuade something, but he saw the man in black who was about to open the window, his eyes flickered, and he suddenly became serious.

"Sang Jiuqing, you must remember to avenge me and pay more attention to Sang Rou. I feel that this incident is absolutely inseparable from her. You can't let me die so aggrieved, understand?"

Sang Jiuqing didn't speak, because her back was facing the window, and she didn't know that someone was planning to come in, so she frowned, and just faced Song Ci like that.

"We'll go out together."

Song Ci twitched his mouth, looked at the time, only 1 minute, and his face was calm, as if he was not afraid of death at all.

Sang Jiuqing was about to say that it would be a big deal to die together, but Song Ci in front of him suddenly opened his eyes, with a bright smile on his face, and slowly uttered a sentence, like fireworks blooming, and later The silence of the place leads to the most splendid death.

"Remember to avenge me, Sang Jiuqing, you must step on the person who hurt you tightly, you must be strong, otherwise An Hong will be the next to die."

Sang Jiuqing was startled, nodded with red eyes, and counted down the 30-second countdown. It turns out that waiting for death is such a long process.

"Okay, you take her out."

Song Ci smiled and said such a sentence, Sang Jiuqing opened his eyes wide, and just about to turn his head, but felt a pain in his neck, and the whole person fell into darkness. The few people who rushed over saw Song Ci bound by layers of chains, His brows furrowed fiercely.

"Miss Song, this is currently the most complicated bomb in the world. It took us 10 minutes to dismantle it. Sorry, there is nothing we can do."

Song Ci closed his eyes, desperately desperate, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he spoke in a lonely voice.

"I have never regretted knowing Sang Jiuqing in my life. You tell her for me, don't blame yourself, live well, and go."

Ten seconds countdown...

nine seconds...

The suffocating sound of beeps kept ringing. After Song Ci saw a few people jumping out of the window, he suddenly became relaxed. He leaned his head on the pillar, thinking with some sighs, how could he die? He was going to be killed by the bombing, and he didn't even leave a whole body, the opponent was really ruthless.

"Bang!!!"

There was a huge explosion, and the people downstairs rushed out in an instant. It was only when the deafening sound passed that everyone raised their heads in embarrassment. The second floor of the warehouse in front of them...had been turned into ruins.

An Hong's eyes almost burst into tears, but the little ancestor hasn't come out yet, that woman won't be so unlucky, she should stay inside.

Just thinking about it, she saw a few people not far away carrying Sang Jiuqing, An Hong almost cried out of joy, and ran over immediately, with messy hair and dirty face.

"Little ancestor, you are going to scare me to death."

It's just that she felt something was wrong as soon as she made a sound, because Sang Jiuqing was in a coma, and several people handed her over to An Hong apologetically.

"Miss Sang didn't want to come out, we had no choice but to use this method, as for Miss Song..."

An Hong's heart trembled fiercely, and her eyes suddenly turned red. If this person was awake, how sad it would be. Thinking of this, she felt a slight pain in her heart, and looked at the few people in front of her.

These people don't seem to be policemen, so how could they save Sang Jiuqing.

"We are the people of Mu Tianwang."

A flash of understanding flashed in An Hong's eyes, and she whispered, "Thank you." She helped Sang Jiuqing into the car, and left the rest to the police.

This incident was soon exposed, and the news of Song Ci's death in the bombing spread throughout the entertainment circle. The police had no clue about this malicious kidnapping incident, and could only search for clues bit by bit.

The fans couldn't accept it. After all, the day before, Song Ci had a casual interaction with Sang Jiuqing on Weibo. Why did the police announce that he was gone in a blink of an eye?
Sang Jiuqing was still in a coma, perhaps because she subconsciously wanted to escape and didn't want to wake up. An Hong could only take care of her by the bed, anxious like ants on a hot pot.

After hearing the doorbell of the living room, she hurried down from the second floor, opened the door and saw the anxious face of Bo Luocheng, with deep dark circles around her eyes, it seemed that she hadn't had a good rest recently.

"What about her?"

"Still unconscious."

An Hong said this lightly, and saw Boluo City striding up the stairs, even the back was showing anxiety, and after a while, she saw the other party holding Sang Jiuqing in his arms, and went downstairs .

"Boss, what are you doing?"

The corners of Bo Luocheng's mouth twitched, and suddenly felt that the body in her arms was really too light, why did she toss herself like this.

"She looks like this, she should go to the hospital."

An Hong stopped talking and followed behind the other party. They went all the way to the hospital and settled Sang Jiuqing down quickly.

Sang Jiuqing really didn't want to wake up, and kept repeating the same nightmare. Song Ci's face was covered with blood, his hands and arms were gone, and he struggled and cried on the ground.

"Sang Jiuqing, can you help me find my arms, and my legs, they are all gone, can you help me find them?"

Song Ci's voice was full of panic, and Sang Jiuqing knew that this woman also loved beauty in her bones, and she definitely couldn't bear this crippled look, but the bomb was too powerful...

"Sang Jiuqing, help me find it, you are my best friend, no one can help me except you..."

"Sang Jiuqing..."

Song Ci's voice echoed in his mind over and over again, and Sang Jiuqing was about to go crazy from the torture, and kept crying.

"Song Ci..."

"Song Ci, I'm sorry, it's all because of me..."

Looking at the man who kept crying, Bo Luocheng felt a big hole in his heart, and the wind was blowing. The wind was so cold that he shivered all over.

Sang Jiuqing fell into a coma for a whole week. After waking up, she stared at the white ceiling with blank eyes, while An Hong didn't speak, and Boluo City didn't speak.

Sang Jiuqing got up and lifted the quilt. Her lips were a little dry and her eyes were sore. She knew that Song Ci probably didn't come out because of the look of the two people in front of her. Her whole heart was shaking. She was too cowardly to ask.

"Sister An, let's go."

She yelled, lowered her head and closed her eyes, forcing back the tears in her eyes. Song Ci was right, to avenge her, to become stronger, that woman just died, and now she is underground, probably full The face is not reconciled.

The corners of Sang Jiuqing's mouth twitched. After leaving the hospital, she was dizzy from the glare of the sun outside, so she reached out her hand to block it, and after getting used to it for a while, she slowly moved her hand away.

After getting into the car parked beside her, her whole body was like a dry sponge, showing no sign of anger. If she hadn't confirmed that she was still alive, An Hong would almost have thought she was just a walking corpse in front of her.

"Little ancestor, don't blame yourself too much. Song Ci said that he never regretted meeting you. He doesn't want you to blame yourself. Let you live well."

These words were told to An Hong by those people. She just conveyed them. He leaned his head against the car window and cried.

An Hong pursed her lips and didn't know what to say. After arriving at the place, the car stopped for a while, and Sang Jiuqing opened the car door. She didn't lie down on the sofa until she entered the house, thinking of what Song Ci said that day, She rummaged in her pocket, and finally found the rope, her eyes flushed, she took it closer, and looked at it carefully.

In the middle of the rope is a piece of jade, which is a good jade at first glance. If you look more carefully, you will find that the name of Song Ci is in the middle of the jade. These two characters seem to grow in the jade, like a drop of crystal water, quietly embedded in it.

Sang Jiuqing put it on her hand, and then felt a little more at ease, sighed, her eyes were sore, she was dazed for a while, and then she got up to eat.

"Little ancestor, don't forget the words of Song Ci. It's not good to be so negative. We need to find out who hurt her."

"I know."

A stern look flashed in Sang Jiuqing's eyes. This time, she won't hesitate any more. If you owe her, you have to pay the price!

After eating, her body was still limp, and she couldn't lift the slightest strength, so she greeted An Hong and went upstairs.

She didn't dare to read the news on the Internet at all. She didn't even need to think about it. The Internet might still be hot, and everyone couldn't believe it. A good person, no matter how you say it, it will be gone.

"Isn't Sang Jiuqing as good as Song Ci? Now that someone is dead, she doesn't post a Weibo to mourn her. It's really chilling."

"Yeah, when Song Ci was still alive, the two were still the best girlfriends. It's too cold-hearted to want to get rid of the relationship in such a hurry. It's really in the entertainment industry. There's no shitty friendship."

Everyone condemned Sang Jiuqing, all his good friends died, and they didn't even send Weibo to mourn. It seems that the good girlfriends in the past were all pretending.