Chapter 72

Song Jin deliberately vacates the weekend, but doesn't tell Qin Yanran that she will go that day, just as a surprise to her.

She lowered her head to ponder over the plan of the day. Lu Nancheng suddenly pushed the door in, followed by the lovely rhubarb. She waved: "rhubarb, come to my sister."

Rhubarb is very obedient, squatting at her feet and wagging her tail. Song Jin happily touches the dog's head and brings it back for a few days. Under her careful care, rhubarb '.

If she was right, it was a beautiful and lovely golden hair. The more she touched it, the more she liked it. She took some pictures of it.

Lu Nancheng saw her actions in his eyes, interacting with each other. He was in a happy mood and sat on the bedside with his chest around.

Song Jin left him: "do you want to go on a blind date with Nan Yu?"

"This kind of thing needs the whole family?"

"Don't you know that blind date used to be the whole family

Lu Nancheng laughed: "are you an antique?"

Song Jinle is so old-fashioned that she is going to be 50 years old. Compared with her, she is too tender.

"Whether you go or not, Nanyu has invited me to come."

"Well, have a good time."

Lu Nancheng couldn't figure out what relationship she had with the Qin family. Although she was friends with Mrs. Qin, what she could do was wrong.

He simply no longer guessed that things would come out in the end. He waited for the day to come.

His fiery eyes swam on her. The old aunt was always warmed by the young man recently, and she couldn't bear his fiery eyes more and more, and she was suffering in her heart.

Song Jin gets up and takes rhubarb downstairs to sleep. When she comes back, Lu Nancheng is already lying on the bed. She gently lifts the quilt and gets in.

The air conditioning in the room was low, and she was chilly, while he was warm, and the temperature came, which made her want to be close.

Lu Nancheng leaned on her side, her handsome face just facing her. They were very close to each other, and her breath was gushing on her bare shoulders. She subconsciously shrunk her shoulders and covered them with a quilt.

Lu Nancheng put her shy little action into his eyes, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Song Jin, you haven't been in love before."

"Nonsense."

She is proud to recall the memory of more than 20 years. She remembers Zhuang Jingrui's face when she was young. Compared with Lu Nancheng's appearance now, she doesn't lose much. Although she didn't get engaged in the end, she spent some time together before.

Lu Nancheng has read her materials. He has no close friends abroad. Where can he get a boyfriend? But her proud little eyes don't seem to be fake. He frowns and twists them into a ball.

Song Jin does not adapt to and his close look, simply side butt to him: "good night, I sleep."

Night is a very fragile time. If she refuses to talk with Lu Nancheng, her heart will become extremely fragile. Lu Nancheng can see her escape. Her hand hanging on her side wants to get close in the quilt. She can see her small body shrinking into a ball and suddenly stops.

He turned over and lay flat on the bed, gasping for breath. A feeling of heartache welled up in his heart. Recently, he often did this, especially when he was with her. He vaguely felt that it might be a sign of something.

The sound of breathing is gradually even, but Song Jin turns over carefully. She looks at the dark ceiling, her eyelids droop down, and her heart gradually gushes out some old things. She quickly drives away from her mind and sleeps.

In her dream, she sat on the yacht and went out to sea. The sun was shining on her head and the sea breeze was blowing all around. In the distance, there was an endless sea. She was lying on the deck, looking at the blue sea and blue sky. The air was full of salty sea. She put her hands behind her head and listened to the sound of the waves. She felt it with her eyes slightly closed.

Suddenly, the picture changes. Su Yirou grabs her hair and drags her to the sea. She stabs her with a knife mercilessly. In an instant, there are several big holes in her waist and abdomen, and she is bleeding. She is even more smiling. Like the devil coming from hell, she inserts the knife in her abdomen and twists it, and the blood flow is bigger.

She was kicked into the sea with Su's merciless foot, and her blood instantly dyed the Sea red. She had no strength to struggle, so she could only continue to sink into the deep black sea.

The picture constantly stimulates the nerves. Song Jin shakes violently. In the dark, her whole body is sweating, hiding in the quilt, shivering and crying.

Lu Nancheng, who is sleeping, finds that something is wrong with her. She touches it gently, but she accidentally touches a sweat in her hand. She is so surprised that she sits up and turns on the light.

The white light suddenly fell on her pale face. Her eyes were closed tightly. Big tears rolled from her eyes and wet the pillow. Her lips were almost biting. She fell into a nightmare and didn't want to wake up.

Lu Nancheng called her name gently, but she didn't respond. She trembled even more. She spat out words in her lips. He immediately came over and heard a few unclear words, which made him confused.

"Song Jin, wake up."

But she cried even more fiercely. Her pillow was very wet. She cried like a knife. She stabbed Lu Nancheng's chest and let him breathe slowly. Her hands shook her thin shoulder.Her thin body was held in his arms and patted gently. Her weeping mood slowly slowed down, and her eyes slowly opened under the call of Lu Nancheng.

Song Jin gradually sober, open a pair of wet eyes into his dark and worried eyes, which reflects the embarrassed pale himself, she raised her hand to wipe away tears.

Lu Nancheng's heart finally fell down and returned to normal beating, but still holding her shoulders.

"What's the matter?"

She cried hoarse voice, sad to suck the nose, a bit of escape don't open face: "have a nightmare."

Lu Nancheng stares at her twinkling eyes: "someone in the dream wants to kill you?"

Song Jin was surprised. How could he know?

Her eyes surprised Lu Nancheng: "so you were killed in the end?"

Her brain turned quickly, nodded: "well, she was killed, and it was ugly to die, so she was afraid, especially in the process of death."

Just now, the scenes in her dream are still spinning in her mind. Song Jin's heart is still trembling, and her heart has not yet fallen. Lu Nancheng holds her in her arms, but she is greedy for the warmth of his body. She takes the initiative to hold him for the first time.

She placed her petite body in his warm, broad arms, her chin gently on his shoulder, and her little hand tightly clenched his clothes.

She did carefully, Lu Nancheng even more dare not move, let her into his arms, looking for a moment of comfort.

His big hand naturally fell on her back and patted her gently, giving her enough sense of security.

The woman's body is petite and lovely, embedded in his arms, he subconsciously slightly tightened: "it's OK, it's all nightmares."

"Well, you're right. It's all fake."

Song Jin's face on his shoulder shows a touch of irony. She hasn't had nightmares for a long time. Is it because she has seen Su Yirou more recently?

Her cruel and twisted face is always reflected in her mind.

The night outside is dark and deep, and the white light inside is on for a long time. Lu Nancheng calms her down. Song Jin lies down again, pursing her lips and leaning to her side. Her little body is frightened and bows like a shrimp.

Lu Nancheng lies down next to her and naturally pulls her. Although Song Jin is shy, she also leans to the past by a small margin. At the moment, the old aunt needs comfort in her heart.