Douluo: Qin Shimingyue system

Lin Qiao's fingers were trembling uncontrollably.

Her body seemed to be pulled by two forces. One force was pushing her forward, and the other force was pulling her backward.

Zhao Feifei also saw Lin Qiao's struggle at this time.

She didn't speak again.

She glanced at Xia Ranran anxiously, as if she wanted Xia Ranran to say a few more words to persuade Lin Qiao, but Xia Ranran did not speak.

Xia Ranran just looked at Lin Qiao quietly with a pair of black and white eyes, with both hands stretched out in front of her at the same level.

In the end, Lin Qiao chose "no".

She put down her hand, as if all her strength had been drained, and took Xia Ranran's hand, holding it tightly.

Xia Ranran laughed and said, "Happy cooperation."

Lin Qiao's mood was not stable, so Xia Ranran asked her to go back to the dormitory and take a rest.

Lin Qiao was a little confused, "Aren't you going to expose her?"

"There's no rush," Xia Ranran said, "You need to take good care of yourself first."

On the way back, Zhao Feifei rubbed her palms.

"My hands are really sweaty! I'm scared to death. What if she really deletes it... Ranran, you can really keep your composure! I've been giving you winks just now, you use your three-inch Just say a few more words, and she will definitely be persuaded by you."

Xia Ranran laughed and said, "This critical moment should be left to her own judgment."

In the future, when she thinks back on it, she will only be more determined, remembering in her heart that this is her own decision, not a decision made by someone else's hands pushing behind her back.

The two bought food in the cafeteria, and at Zhao Feifei's strong request, they took it back to the dormitory to eat.

Zhao Feifei opened her laptop with great interest, opened a Korean drama she was following recently, and especially opened two bottles of canned Coke.

"cheers!"

Xia Ranran didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and took two sips of Coke.

She was not interested in romance, so she took out her mobile phone to read the news.

I was casually browsing the news, and suddenly a hot search headline popped up.

This time, it was posted on Song Lingxue’s personal Weibo.

Did Huo Jingshen let Song Lingxue out?

Xia Ranran clicked on Weibo with a little curiosity.

This is a "confession" from Song Lingxue.

She told how her admiration for Huo Jingshen from the very beginning, as well as how she used Huo Xiaoqi to plot against him and how cruel she was to Huo Xiaoqi, were all because she wanted Huo Jingshen's attention, and love gave rise to hatred.

As soon as such a so-called "confession" came out, it was immediately criticized by the majority of netizens!

This time, except for the so-called navy, everyone was blaming Song Lingxue!

【You can do whatever you like!You can lie to people if you like! 】

【There is a moral problem!A family that can raise such a daughter is not a good family! 】

[The most innocent person in this matter is the child! 】

[Even if he is not your biological son, you cannot treat him like this!How cute the child is!You've all made me autistic! 】

[How did that child get into your hands!Where is the child's mother? 】

The questions were like firecrackers, lighting sparks, and then bursting into flames.

Xia Ranran scrolled down the comments and saw Song Lingxue's number of followers.

The millions of fans left now are probably all zombie fans and trolls.

Xia Ranran put down her phone and continued eating her noodles.

If Huo Xiaoqi's mother is not Song Lingxue, then who is it?

What kind of woman did Huo Jingshen have a relationship with, and he would let that woman give him a child willingly?

Even Xia Ranran herself didn't notice that Huo Jingshen had occupied a place in her heart unknowingly.

…………

After Mrs. Song used Song Lingxue's Weibo account to send out the "confession" promised to Huo Jingshen, she immediately called Huo Jingshen.

"Huo Jingshen, I have done as you asked! Where is my daughter?!"

Mrs. Song was already on the verge of collapse. Just for a few seconds while Huo Jingshen paused on the phone, she gritted her teeth and said hysterically: "Huo Jingshen! Don't push me too hard! The worst is possible by then!" If my daughter can’t get better, don’t even think about your son!”

Huo Jingshen sneered, "Mrs. Song, why don't you give it a try?"

Mrs. Song was startled by Huo Jingshen's cold voice.

The hot blood in her body immediately cooled down to freezing point.

She knew Huo Jingshen's methods, and she also knew that people like Huo Jingshen were more willing to accept the soft than the tough. If he had a head-on confrontation with her, he would definitely die miserably.

Mrs. Song wailed: "Master Huo! You are so arrogant! You are a father, and I am also a mother! When you see your son being abused, your heart is the same as mine!"

"Is it the same?" Huo Jingshen clicked his fingers on the back cover of the phone, "That's your own fault."

Mrs. Song nodded, "It's my fault! It's me, it's all my fault. Mr. Huo, where is my daughter?"

Chu Xiong supported Mrs. Song and helped her along her back to prevent Mrs. Song from getting too excited.

Huo Jingshen reported an address, "No. 23, Minggang Wharf Warehouse."

Mrs. Song was stunned for a moment, "What?"

Huo Jingshen's voice was without warmth, "Do you need me to repeat it again?"

Minggang Wharf Warehouse No. 23?

Mrs. Song repeated the address in her mind.

This warehouse is the Song family's warehouse!

Just because Song Lingxue was missing during this period, Mrs. Song asked Chu Xiong to cut off all sources of supply. This warehouse has not been opened through freight channels for two weeks.

"Mrs. Song, you can rest assured about eating. I will send someone to deliver meals to your daughter every day."

Mrs. Song couldn't care less about what Huo Jingshen said now. She got up from the sofa and almost stumbled and fell.

"Be careful ma'am!"

Chu Xiong hurriedly supported Mrs. Song, and Mrs. Song raised her hand to hold Chu Xiong's arm, "Quick! No. 23, Minggang Wharf Warehouse! Lingxue is there!"

At night, the dock warehouse is brightly lit.

Not far away, sparkling lanterns were reflected on the river.

On the river, cruise ships and cargo ships were moving slowly, and their whistles echoed on the river.

Several black private cars roared over and stopped suddenly on the road near the dock warehouse, their tires making a screeching sound on the ground.

Mrs. Song stumbled out and ran out.

The subordinate guarding the warehouse came over and said a few words to Chu Xiong.

Chu Xiong frowned tightly.

He said to Mrs. Song: "Madam, the condition of the young lady is not very good. Let's send her to the hospital first."

"Did they... abuse my daughter..." Mrs. Song's voice trembled.

"There are no signs of abuse, it's just..." Chu Xiong didn't continue, "The situation is not good."

"No, I want to see it! This is my daughter!" Mrs. Song exclaimed excitedly, "Where is my daughter! Take me there quickly!"