Ichimori Peace

What about delusions?

With a slight smile, Song Sen'an kissed the dazed Xia Xing, the tenderness between his brows was like water, but it was ethereal.

Xia Xing closed her eyes, carefully responding to Song Sen'an's kiss, and Song Sen'an just rubbed her lips against each other, as if looking for some familiar feeling.

The kiss lasted only five seconds, and Song Sen'an didn't continue because he was kissing Xia Xing, not that person.

Song Sen'an frowned, and suddenly said coldly, "Go and clean up, we should go to the airport later."

Xia Xing nodded, suppressed the abnormality, and went into the bathroom to wash up, while Song Sen'an stared out the window, lost in thought for a long time.

Song Sen'an's past was something he didn't want to mention, and it was something Xia Xing couldn't touch, so it was impossible for them to be together!

After packing up, Xia Xing went to the bedside to put on his shoes. He put on his shoes slowly, not knowing what he was waiting for.

Song Sen'an couldn't understand Xia Ying's slow and leisurely movements, so he walked over to help Xia Ying put on his shoes, not thinking that his behavior would give Xia Ying a new hope.

Xia Xing looked at Song Sen'an who was helping him tie his shoelaces, throbbing, and couldn't help but blush.

Song Sen'an, do you care about me a little bit?

"Sen'an..."

"What's wrong?" Song Sen'an raised his head, just in time to help him put on his shoes.

Xia Xing bit her lip, she couldn't say what she wanted to say, couldn't ask, couldn't expect extravagantly.

"No, it's nothing, I just want...to call your name." Xia Ying clenched her hands tightly and lowered her eyes.

Song Sen'an didn't point out what Xia Xing said, anyway, he has already made it clear what should be said clearly, and there is no need to say anything else.

He looked at Xia Ying, held her hand as usual, and asked with a smile, "Xia Ying, do you believe in fate?"

Xia Xing shook his head slightly, nodded again and said, "I believe." Otherwise, he would not have met Song Sen'an, nor would he have fallen in love with Song Sen'an, but he didn't know how the coincidence happened, how could a man like a god come to him beside him.

Song Sen'an smiled, but still revealed alienation, "But I don't believe in fate." So the thinking is different, and they will never walk the same way.

Xia Xing was stunned, but Song Sen'an pulled him out, the weather outside was sunny, but to Xia Xing, it was very cold, the coldness penetrated to the core, as if it was going to freeze him into a sculpture.

Many years later, when Xia Xing travels, he will never come to a place near the sea, because where there is the sea, his sadness is hidden, and it is about the man he loves.

He thought he didn't love him, but he didn't know that he was already in love with him, oh, just because of this damn love!

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After getting off the plane, there was a report of the bankruptcy of the Song Group in the airport, and after Song Sen'an saw it, he couldn't hide the smile on his lips.

He will return to Ruoshi, because he wants to see Song Mozhu's dilapidated end, and this also depends on Luo Shiwei's assistance.

Now that he can slowly pay off the hatred he once had, shouldn't the next good show be on the stage?

Xia Xing didn't understand Song Sen'an's excitement, let alone what Song Sen'an was going to do, because after Song Sen'an sent Xia Ying home, he left without even leaving him a word.

Chapter 117

Song Sen'an drove to North Street, there was an old warehouse over there, no one noticed it for a long time, of course, it was convenient because no one noticed it.

His eyes were frosty, but his lips were raised high, and he was speeding up, as if he couldn't wait, why can't he wait?

Someone was guarding outside the warehouse. When Song Sen'an arrived, Qiu Yuteng went up to meet him, and whispered something in Song Sen'an's ear, which made Song Sen'an smile.

Song Sen'an gave Qiu Yuteng the car keys and went into the warehouse. The brother smoking inside saw Song Sen'an and respectfully shouted, "Boss."

He waved his hand, and a group of people went out tactfully, but he squinted his eyes, walked forward and pushed open the rusty iron door, and the people inside were awakened.

Yu Qingjing looked at him, his eyes changed from panic to relief, but Song Mozhu, who was tied up next to him, was staring at him gloomily, with resentment.

Song Sen'an walked up to Yu Qingjing, untied Yu Qingjing's body, glanced at Song Mozhu, smiled and said to Yu Qingjing, "Thanks to you."

To Song Senan, these three words were just casual words, but to Song Mozhu, it was undoubtedly like a slap in the face, slapping him hard.

He looked at Yu Qingjing, hoping that Yu Qingjing could say something, but Yu Qingjing's face was pale, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

With Yu Qingjing in his arms, Song Sen'an tutted at Song Mozhu twice, "You still have today, how pitiful you are."

Song Mozhu frowned, but he had to stick his mouth with tape, otherwise he would scold Song Sen'an, or rather, he wanted to hit Song Sen'an more.

Song Sen'an knew what he was thinking when he saw it, he kissed Yu Qingjing on purpose, and said critically, "What right do you have to have him now?" He said, he asked Yu Qingjing, who was beside him, with an affectionate voice, "Isn't it? ? Qingjing."

Yu Qingjing trembled and didn't speak. Song Sen'an pinched him, and he agreed, but tears fell.

Song Sen'an glanced at Yu Qingjing with disgust, and suddenly felt that Yu Qingjing was like that.

Yu Qingjing felt uncomfortable, and as soon as the tears fell, Song Mozhu felt distressed, but Song Sen'an didn't feel distressed, but felt disgusted.

Song Sen'an pinched Yu Qingjing's chin and said with a smile, "Yu Qingjing, don't tell me you regret it?"

Yu Qingjing shook his head, not regretting, but feeling that he was sorry for Song Mozhu.

Song Sen'an sneered, "Really? I thought you fell in love with him!"

Yu Qingjing was slightly stunned, and Song Sen'an continued, "Then now, I will give you a chance to convince me that you are loyal to me."

Yu Qingjing looked at him, probably already knew what Song Senan was going to do next, and shook his head quickly, but Song Senan was so cruel.

He pushed Yu Qingjing to Song Mozhu's side, took out a knife to him, pointed at Song Mozhu and said, "Cut off seven pieces of his body, and I won't doubt your feelings for me."

Song Mozhu glared at Song Sen'an, also afraid that Yu Qingjing would do what Song Sen'an said, and it would be very painful to be hurt by the one he loves.

Yu Qingjing held the knife in confusion, the tears shed were pain, Song Sen'an asked him to choose, what to choose?Him, or him?

He looked at Song Sen'an, then at Song Mozhu, his eyes were red, like a lost child.

His hands were trembling, and his body was trembling, but Song Sen'an didn't let him go. Song Sen'an said, "If you don't do what I say, it will prove that you don't love me at all, and you are actually very hypocritical. ?"

"No! No!" Yu Qingjing roared like a small animal, his voice was mournful, but Song Sen'an's eyes were cold, piercing his heart.

Song Sen'an smiled, "If you love me, do it quickly, otherwise I will doubt you."

Yu Qingjing cried, looked at Song Mozhu, and slowly squatted down, the knife glowed strangely under the light.

Song Mozhu smiled wryly, Leng Jun's face was shattered by Yu Qingjing's tears, how much he felt sorry for Yu Qingjing, but thinking that he would be hurt by the person he loved next, he would also be heartbroken.

Yu Qingjing raised the knife, but did not drop it for a long time. Time was passing, and it was getting slower and slower.

Seven years is the simplest portrayal of Yu Qingjing's love for Song Sen'an, and it is also the simplest portrayal of Song Mozhu's love for him. Why did the three of them go to this point?

love, hate.

love and hate.

So don't let him live in peace!

So can't make him happy!

He closed his eyes and swung his knife down.

Song Mozhu, forgive me, I love Song Sen'an, I really love him.

I love him.

you love Me.

I love him.

you love Me.

In this way, how can I live up to your love for me.

We are all pitiful, we are people who are not favored by the God of Love.

After all, the knife did not fall on Song Mozhu's body, but stabbed into Yu Qingjing's abdomen.

Song Mozhu was stunned, and Song Sen'an was indifferent. In fact, things would have developed like this if it started.

Yu Qingjing smiled miserably, grabbed Song Sen'an's trousers with bloody hands, and said in a weak voice, "Song Sen'an, I love you...I really...really love you..."

please believe me.

Please you must believe me.

In the end, Song Sen'an didn't respond to him, and he passed out, so he didn't have to grieve anymore, let alone make choices.

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Song Sen'an chuckled, this was a mockery of Yu Qingjing's last words, but he still picked up Yu Qingjing, wanting to take him to a doctor.

Song Mozhu saw Song Sen'an leaving, and suddenly struggled fiercely, and let out a low growl, but what could he do?

Chapter 118

Song Sen'an didn't personally send Yu Qingjing to the hospital, but Qiu Yuteng took him to the hospital for treatment, because he still had a debt to settle with Song Mozhu.

He came to Song Mozhu again, only to see Song Mozhu gouging him with his eyes, but Song Sen'an smiled, smiling heartily.

Song Mozhu hates Song Sen'an's smile, which is very hypocritical, and Song Sen'an also hates Song Mozhu's indifference, which is also very hypocritical. They hate each other, but who knew that they were still brothers who loved each other?

Song Sen'an gradually put away his smile, looked at Song Mozhu and said, "Are you worried about him now?"

Song Mozhu didn't know what Song Sen'an was planning, but he nodded.As long as he encountered Yu Qingjing's affairs, he couldn't calm down, not to mention Yu Qingjing also liked people like Song Sen'an, he was worthless for Yu Qingjing, very worthless.

Song Sen'an smiled, "Please, please, I will let you go."

Song Mozhu squinted at Song Sen'an, as if he said you were joking again?I beg you?

He is the aloof Song Mozhu, not to mention begging for help, usually others come to beg him, and he is still begging for Song Sen'an?This is absolutely impossible!

Song Sen'an didn't take it seriously, picked up the bloody knife under his feet, held it in his hand, and said with a smile, "If you don't ask me, you may never see him in your life."

Song Mozhu frowned, looking at Song Sen'an, he had something to say, but he couldn't say it.

Song Sen'an put the knife on Song Mozhu's neck, and with a light stroke, there was a bloodstain.

Song Mozhu felt the pain, but he didn't dare to act rashly