Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

  Chapter 627 I only have you (54)

   "..."

  Yun Si quickly pressed him down.

   "No, it's daytime."

  The person behind him paused, his head seemed to droop.

   lying on her shoulders, like a big limp cat.

   "We haven't seen each other for a long time, I want to..."

  He was low and his tone was very soft.

   Like cotton candy, the soft and gentle male voice rang in her ears.

  Yun Si couldn't help touching his head, smiling,

   "That's not okay, young people don't always think about those things."

   "..." He didn't speak, but hummed twice reluctantly.

   to express his dissatisfaction.

  The milky boy raised his dark eyes, and his eyes fell on the clock on the wall.

  It's ten o'clock now, neither too late nor too early.

  He pursed his lips slightly, and suddenly hugged her.

"…what are you doing?"

   "It doesn't matter, I will."

  When he was stubborn, he was extraordinarily stubborn.

  Like a cow, it can't be pulled.

  Yun Si: "..."

  …

  …

  When Song Zhiqiang returned to the hotel in a daze, the hotel owner was using a calculator to settle accounts.

  Looked up at him, and greeted him as usual, "Are you back again? This time you only stayed for one night?"

  Song Zhiqiang stood at the front desk, dragging the sack, his eyes staring straight, as if he was stupid.

  He didn't speak or answer, but just stood there with a terrified expression.

  The boss was still pressing the calculator. After waiting for a while, he found that he didn't answer, so he looked up.

   When he looked up, he was immediately startled by his expression, and stood up.

   Covering his chest with both hands, looking at him in a defensive posture, "Sir?"

   "Sir?" He waved his hand in front of his eyes.

  Song Zhiqiang remained motionless, as if under a Gu, with two cloudy eyes staring straight ahead.

  Even if the boss's hand was shaking in front of his eyes, he remained motionless and didn't respond at all.

   It's like a walking dead without a soul, leaving only the most basic breathing and walking responses, and nothing else is left.

  The hotel owner was a little flustered by his expression, and slowly picked up the mobile phone on the stage.

  Glanced at him, then quickly dialed three numbers on the phone.

   "...Hello...Hello, the police?"

  The boss covered his phone and whispered beside him.

   Soon, Song Zhiqiang was taken away by the police who arrived.

  By the way, also bring his sack.

   When the two policemen took him away, the hotel owner heard a heart-piercing roar before he could breathe a sigh of relief.

  The man who was still as stiff as a corpse just now, after being taken out of the hotel, suddenly went berserk.

   Taking advantage of the unpreparedness of the two policemen, he broke free and ran out.

   Like a mad beast that lost its mind after taking drugs, it rushed towards the crowd on the street.

  His eyes were red and bloodshot, as if two eyeballs were about to fall out in the next second.

   There is no weapon in his hand, but his two fists are clenched tightly, and his neck is twisted and cracked.

  A little boy with a lollipop in his hand and a schoolbag on his back. He looked like he was coming home from school. He was about seven or eight years old. Before he could see who was coming, he was punched to the ground.

  The fist was heavy and ruthless, almost murderous.

"ah-"

  Women's screams, children's cries, the crowd began to disperse like birds and beasts.

  (end of this chapter)