Quick Wear: Crazy beauties always plot against me

Ren Qinian didn't speak but looked at Song Ci strangely, "Why are you here?"

"Why didn't I..." Before he finished speaking, Song Ci noticed this place, either Dongyuan or Xiyuan.

He actually walked to the door of Ren Qinian's room!
Song Ci was a little annoyed at once, maybe he was a little annoyed when he just walked over from the pavilion, so he didn't notice the way he went there.It turned out to be turned here, and this incident alone was enough for him to respond.

Song Ci turned around without saying anything, and took Ren Qinian's hand as soon as he left, "Wait a minute."

Song Ci's eyes were filled with impatience, "What are you going to do again?"

Ren Qinian handed him the exquisite and high-end box in his hand, "It's made of white marble."

Song Ci looked at the box in his hand, and looked up at him, "What?"

"hairpin."

After Song Ci heard him say this, he immediately returned the things to him, "No need, I will choose by myself, I don't need your things."

Ren Qinian seemed to sigh helplessly, and reached out to press the back of his neck, "No, it was picked by godfather, and he picked it all afternoon."

"My father?"

"Yes." Ren Qinian handed the things to him again.

Song Ci looked at him, with some doubts in his eyes, he took the box, since it was chosen by his father, forget it, he still took it.

Ren Qinian looked up at the moon in the sky. Today is the middle of the month. The moon is round, round and bright, and there are many stars.

"It's getting late, go back and rest early."

As soon as I lowered my gaze, there was no one beside me.

There seemed to be a touch of treachery in those eyes immersed in black, and then a smile appeared on his face, and the corners of his lips curled up.

……

Song Ci opened it and saw that although it was simple, it was very delicate. One end of the hairpin was a gardenia carved from white marble, which was vivid.

Song Ci imagined that that person's porcelain-white face would look good with this gentle white jade, and his father had really good eyesight.

Song Ci thought about going to look for Shen Yu the next day, but he missed it. People in the troupe said that he would go to the hospital to see his brother on this day every week.

Song Ci wanted to ask for the address of the hospital, but unfortunately they didn't know it, and Shen Yu never told them about it.

When Song Ci went back, he ran into Zhou Tairong. It didn't mean that he met him, but he saw him with a small and delicate woman on the road.

It looked familiar, it was the girl from yesterday, Song Ci was not interested in seeing them, and was about to leave after getting in the car, only knew that Zhou Tairong's eyes belonged to dogs, so he immediately saw Song Ci and came over directly.

Song Ci felt that he could not walk under Zhou Tairong's nose, otherwise he would appear to be afraid of him.

"Little nephew, are you here?" Zhou Tairong patted him on the shoulder, knowing that Song Ci hated him, so he wanted to lean towards him, "Hey, look in this direction, this is just coming out of Jingui Garden?"

"What's in this hand, come and show me?" Zhou Tairong bluntly wanted to take the box from Song Ci's hand.

Song Ci hid, and at this moment Zhou Tairong smelled a fragrance in a trance. It was like a flower fragrance but not a bit cold, but it smelled surprisingly good. His eyes narrowed and he was a little addicted, "Did you still wear perfume, why? Little nephew I met that beautiful girl, and I introduced it to my little uncle."

Song Ci's face turned dark, and he raised his hand to slap him, his eyes seemed to be covered with winter snow, "Zhou Tairong, are you looking for trouble?"

Zhou Tairong was stunned by that slap just now, and Hua'er was also looking at this stern-faced young man in a daze.

Zhou Tairong touched the hot soft flesh on his cheek with the tip of his tongue, and narrowed his eyes, "Are you so angry?"

Song Ci looked at the red mark on Zhou Tairong's face with all his strength just now, and sneered, "Why, you still want to see me draw a gun, huh?"

Zhou Tairong looked at the coldness in Song Ci's eyes, the ends of his eyes were stained with a little blush due to the anger just now, and his lips also changed from the initial light pink to red. This look looks more beautiful than women, and it is easy to look cold Arouse the disappointment of others.

Especially when he heard Song Ci's last sentence, Zhou Tairong laughed instead, his eyes were full of incomprehensible emotions, and he felt a little excited when he thought of the bloody moon scene.

"Okay." Zhou Tairong didn't even care about the flowers at the moment, walked over and pressed his shoulder, and said in a voice that could only be heard by two people, the emotion in his eyes was incomprehensible: "Then... Aim your gun at me, and listen to the sound of blood churning...wouldn't it be nice?"

Song Ci felt that Zhou Tairong was really a lunatic.

"Do you want to die so much?"

Hearing Song Ci's colder voice, Zhou Tairong was not afraid, he was crazy in his bones, since he was a child, he knew that he was born with a different kind, he had no heart and could not feel emotion.

When he was a child, he didn't shed a single tear on the day his mother died. He even wondered why everyone else was crying and he didn't feel it at all?At that time, he wanted to die, but he found it very interesting to see their terrified expressions, so when he was a child, he decided to make those who treated him badly pay the price, but as time passed, he found it boring again.

He has been pretending until now, he has been pretending to be affectionate for a long time, and sometimes he thinks that he really has feelings, but he knows that he has never touched them.

But just now, he caused waves because of Song Ci's words.He didn't care about that slap, even because of that slap, there was a faint fluctuation, imagining that his own blood was sprinkled on that cold face that looked like snow in Kunlun Mountains, would he be as indifferent as he is now?

Zhou Tairong touched the back molars with the tip of his tongue, and his Adam's apple rolled subconsciously. He was about the same height as Song Ci, and his eyes met his.

"Song Ci, remember to bring your gun next time."