Ichimori Peace

, glanced at Bai Qingjue, and nodded.

She said, "I have many more in my attic, would you like to visit them?"

"Can you?" Song Cheng asked her, but he wasn't very interested, but he didn't want to show it.

"Of course, it's just..." Li Yanshang looked at Bai Qingjue, and said with a smile, "I don't know if Brother Bai will let you go?"

Song Cheng frowned, looking at Bai Qingjue, as if waiting for him to speak.

Bai Qingjue said, "If you want to go, go, I'll wait for you downstairs."

Song Cheng's chest was blocked, and strange feelings arose, but he replied, "Okay."

He thought he couldn't stay with these two people anymore, and felt more and more uncomfortable and depressed. Could it be that he...

No, absolutely not, how could he have that kind of thought about pendulum.

He doesn't want to be that kind of person, he's not that kind of person.

He is not, absolutely not.

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Chapter 87

After Song Cheng went upstairs, Bai Qingjue continued drinking tea, while Li Yanshang sat on the stool next to him and looked at him.

They were silent, but the silence was finally broken.

Li Yanshang asked, "Why do you have contact with him, isn't he Song Sen'an's younger brother?"

Bai Qing never speaks, and his whole body exudes an air of repulsion.

She asked again, "What exactly are you trying to do? Are you planning to use him to take revenge on Song Sen'an?"

Bai Qingjue looked at her, opened his lips and said, "Leave this matter alone."

When Li Yanshang heard it, she said excitedly, "How can you let me ignore it? If you have something to do, what will I... and Mu Mu do?"

Bai Qingjue looked at her with complicated eyes, and he said, "Yan Shang, I told you once that I must avenge Mo Lin, otherwise I will live in pain for the rest of my life."

Li Yanshang was stunned, and smiled wryly, "Brother Bai, you always remember Mo Lin. He was like this when he was alive, and he was like this after he passed away. What about me? What am I?"

Bai Qingjue closed his eyes, and said lightly, "Yan Shang, Mo Lin is your husband, and you are his wife."

Li Yanshang's face turned pale, she lowered her head, her loose hair covered her fair neck, and covered the teardrops in the corners of her eyes.

Bai Qing decided to look at her, unable to comfort her, unable to do anything, because he could not accept Li Yanshang, because he had Xu Molin in his heart.

He said, "Yan Shang, if Mo Lin sees you like this, he will feel bad."

Li Yanshang was startled, bit her lip and looked at him, and said, "Then, will you feel sorry for me?"

He frowned and said sideways, "No."

In this way, he and she returned to silence, and the tea on the table was already cold.

Love, deep into the bone.

love, heartbreak.

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After Song Cheng went upstairs, instead of looking at those antiques, he found the toilet, went inside, and washed his face with cold water non-stop.

Until, he washed his face cold and his hands were cold, but he couldn't suppress the inexplicable flame in his heart.

What happened to him?Why has it been so weird lately?Is it because of a sway?

Thinking of Bai Qingjue and the woman in front, Song Cheng's chest felt tight.He doesn't need to guess, he can also know that the woman has a lot to do with Bai Qingjue, but this is not what he should care about, it's just that he can't avoid paying attention to Bai Qingjue.

In fact, the answer to a question has already been revealed, but Song Cheng is unwilling to face it.

He drew down the curtain and walked out of the toilet, but saw Bai Qingjue at the door.

He was taken aback for a moment, and when he saw this, he couldn't help but think of the look of Bai Qingjue intertwined with that woman, and his heart ached even more.

Bai Qingjue noticed that his complexion was not good, and asked concerned, "What's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable?"

Song Cheng shook his head and started to walk, but stopped in the next second.

Bai Qingjue stretched out his hand, placed it on his forehead, and said to himself, "I don't have a fever."

Song Cheng's heart tightened, as if a heavy stone suddenly pressed against him, making him almost unable to breathe.

He violently stroked Qingjue's hand and shouted, "Don't touch me."

Bai Qingjue was slightly startled, and suddenly pulled his face down.He grabbed Song Cheng's wrist and turned his voice, "What's wrong with you?"

Song Cheng said, "I'm like this, you control me."

Bai Qingjue pursed his lips, stared at him, and didn't speak.

Song Cheng turned his head, avoiding his gaze, and lowered his voice, "I want to go back."

Bai Qingjue frowned, and said to him, "Wait a while, Yan Shang has already served us the dishes."

Song Cheng said, "What does this have to do with me?"

Bai Qingjue turned cold, maintained his mentality, and said gently, "You can't let other people's hard work be in vain."

Song Cheng pushed him and said, "Then you go and eat, I won't go."

Bai Qingjue was silent, looked at him with cold eyes, and suddenly said, "Song Cheng, do you think I want to bring you here for dinner?"

He added, "If I wasn't afraid that you'd go to the hotel later, halfway with you, you'd faint, I wouldn't bother with you."

Song Cheng felt a pain in his chest, it turned out that Bai Qingjue only had this kind of thought about him, so why should he care so much?

Both of them, whoever they were, knew their distance.

Song Cheng said, "I don't care for your kindness."

Song Cheng said, "I don't need your pity."

After all, he bumped him away, went downstairs, and left.

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Chapter 88

At the end of June, the sun was scorching, and the summer vacation came, which was a relief for the hot season.Xia Xing originally thought that after the holiday, he could be with Song Sen'an all the time, but the reality is not so good.

These days, Song Sen'an left early and returned late, and when he came back, he went back to his bedroom to deal with the documents.Xia Xing wanted to have a few words with Song Sen'an, but couldn't find the time.

He thought that he was close to Song Sen'an's life, but he couldn't get into the relationship between them, what it was like, or what it was, but it made him feel more and more unable to keep up with Song Sen'an's rhythm.He is distressed, and this distress is constantly restraining him, and it is about to strangle him to death.

This morning, when he was helping Song Sen'an to wash his clothes, he could vaguely smell the smell of blood on them, but it seemed to be his illusion, it was still that penetrating fragrance, a familiar smell.

He didn't think about it, he was busy washing it, drying it, putting the bought vegetables into the refrigerator, and then started cleaning the house.

In fact, he was bored and wanted to do something to help Song Sen'an. If he used to go to work every summer vacation to earn his mother's medical expenses, it is no longer necessary now, but he is afraid in the future, afraid that one day he will come back Live as before.

He was really, really timid.

Xia Xing chuckled lightly, mocking herself, but there was no point in mocking herself too much.

He sighed, rolled up his sleeves, and cleaned up from downstairs to upstairs, but when he arrived at the door of Song Sen'an's room, he hesitated and didn't open the door directly to go in.He was afraid that Song Sen'an would say that he would enter his room casually without his consent.

He clenched his hands tightly and turned to leave, but a voice in his heart called out, luring him to open the door.He thought, he was just cleaning. If Song Sen'an knew, he wouldn't say anything about him, and didn't he still sleep in this room last time?

Thinking of this, he didn't hesitate, and pushed the door open.Looking straight in, what was thrown at him was the dazzling sunlight.He stepped forward and closed the curtains, dimming the light, but adding to the stuffy heat in the room.

He looked around, everything was clean, except for the scattered white drawings on the desk, which looked messy.

He came to the table, ready to tidy up, but was attracted by the words on the paper.

He picked it up and looked, but his expression froze. These data and materials were all about Yannuo Group.

Yan Nuo, Yan Nuo Group, how many companies in this world are named after Yan Nuo's surname?

Just thinking about it, Xia Xing couldn't find anyone else to deny it, so what did Song Sen'an do with these materials?What is his relationship with the Yan Nuo family?

He was afraid to think about it, and he was afraid that in the end, he would fall into one puzzle after another.Perhaps, Song Sen'an was just cooperating with the Yannuo Group, and he didn't know anything about him at all.Probably so, it must be so, if not?

If not.

If not.

What can he do?

What should he do?

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The sunlight refracted into the room, dappled on his monstrous face, adding a bit of brilliance.

He stared at the computer and watched Xia Xing's every move in the villa through a remote camera.When he saw Xia Xing's face turned pale, he smiled triumphantly, but he was not happy.

He turned off the screen, restored the desktop settings, leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes, Xia Xing's uncomfortable appearance appeared in his mind, which made him irritated.

The game has come to the present step by step, and it is still a few steps away from the end. He cannot bury the original intention at the beginning because of selfish feelings.Because he is Song Sen'an, he has no heart and no emotion, so he will never be moved by others.

But now, he is hesitating and choosing, and what he is hesitating and what he chooses, only he knows and understands. After all, his final decision will be the direction in which the game will develop.

He narrowed his eyes, looked at the two plane tickets on the table, and already had the answer in his heart.

Since he is destined not to have it, is it enough for him to give him a good and happy memory?

Chapter 89

At three o'clock in the middle of the night, Song Sen'an drove home and saw that the lights in the house were off. He thought that Xia Xing should have fallen asleep. After all, even a healthy person would not be able to survive this.

He opened the door, walked into the house, and went to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water to quench his thirst, but he smelled the blood that hadn't been washed off his hands, so he lost his thirst.

He pressed the faucet, washed his hands, and suddenly realized that these hands had killed many people in the past few days, and those damned people were only two away.In this way, the hatred in his heart was also reduced by half, but until now, he didn't feel this way.

He turned off the water, took a paper towel to wipe his hands, and leaned against the cabinet tiredly. If there was no hatred, what kind of person would he grow up to be?