Chapter 391

Long Qing didn't care to smile, a gentle smile is enough to let anyone who deals with him put down their guard and choose to believe his words.

And he has the strength.

Song's mother put her heart down and turned to go out: "well, try it. I'll cook a meal in the kitchen again. The girl hasn't come out all the time, and she doesn't want to eat. It's really worrying about her body."

Song's mother intended to create a virtuous appearance for Longqing. She shook her head and said, looking very worried. As for whether long Qing believes it, that's another thing.

When song's mother left, the smile on Longqing's face faded down. He knocked on the door, and his warm voice was no different from that of usual: "it's me."

Simple two words, but let the song mother has not knocked on the door, slowly opened.

Song Huaichun relies on the door with his eyes aglow. He only wears a thin silk nightgown, half covering his body. The exposed white skin is particularly dazzling with red and green marks.

She did not make up. She directly faced Long Qing with a small face as big as a palm. On her white cheek, her big pouch was particularly conspicuous. Her red eyes and nose were not sure how long she cried.

At this time, song Huaichun is just like a flower that has just experienced the storm. All over his body is sending out withering signals.

"You still have the face to come here!" Song Huaichun's voice was hoarse and he asked questions word by word. If his eyes could be turned into swords, even nine lives of Long Qing would not be enough to die.

Long Qing seems to be unaware of song Huaichun's hatred of pulling his bones out of his bones. He takes two steps forward and just plunges into song Huaichun's room. The mess in the house is not much better than that on the ground where food is scattered all over the place.

After he went in, he found a chair and sat down. Then he looked at Song Huaichun. There was no guilt in his beautiful light brown eyes.

Indifferent, indifferent, as if nothing had happened.

Song Huaichun has a bite of white teeth, and she is biting it. How can anyone, after making such shameless and hurtful things, still look as if nothing has ever happened.

Calm, unfeeling, frightening.

"Song Huaichun, on the day you plan on me, you should know what kind of person I am. Otherwise, how can you plan on me?" Long Qing slowly opens his mouth and confesses to what he has done. The curve of his lips is raised, and the red fruit is a mockery of song Huaichun.

Song Huaichun looks broken and is hard to accept: "why do you do this to me, long Qing? I didn't really calculate you at the beginning. I know you don't like me. After following you, I have been careful and try not to hinder your eyes in front of you. Why do you have to be so heartless to me, hand in hand, hand in hand, send me up..."

Tears, like running water without money, keep coming down. Song Huaichun wails, his facial features are twisted together, and his face is covered with tears and snot.

However, the face of the man, there is no slightest change, looking at her, like looking at an object, not to mention a loss of guilt.

"Song Huaichun, you are really careful and careful in calculating me. You are careful to find my door, my father and song huaishuang. You are so careful." At last, long Qing took a deep breath, and his excited look stabilized again.

The boat planted in the ditch was calculated by song Huaichun again and again. It can be said that it is a great shame of Long Qing's life.

Song Huaichun's tears were stiff on his face, and he fell on the ground soft, unable to exert any strength: "Yue Jinnan, you hate me because I answered song huaishuang's phone call."

"Ha ha ha."

She laughed wildly. From the beginning to the end, she had become a joke. She paid everything for others, but her sincerity was thrown on the ground.

Long Qing is silent, which can be regarded as acquiescence to song Huaichun's words. Her mistake lies in not counting him, not counting song huaishuang, and stepping on his bottom line again and again.

Tears, do not know when to stop, song Huaichun body collapsed on the ground, for a long time can not get up, the ground cold, all the way spread to the heart, frozen her whole body blood.

Song huaishuang, song huaishuang, why if I live in your shadow all the time, there is no freedom to speak of! No matter what I do, I can't get rid of your curse.

Song's mother cooked a new meal. Seeing song Huaichun lying on the ground in a mess, long Qing's figure had long been gone in the big room. In a hurry, she put down the food in her hand and helped song Huaichun up from the ground: "it's so cold on the ground. How can I do when I'm cold? When you're old, you'll have to suffer."

In the case of no interest, song's mother is still a qualified mother in front of song Huaichun.

Tears congealed on her eyelashes, and her face dried up after being washed by tears. Song Huaichun had no strength. She let her mother hold her on the bed: "who would love such a dirty body?"In the words, full of stillness, song's mother was scared and looked at Song Huaichun carefully. In the past, her smart eyes were lifeless. Her whole person seemed to have been hollowed out, leaving only one body, walking numbly in the world.

Song's mother realized how bad things were. She shook song Huaichun slightly, and her voice was mixed with tears: "Huaichun, what's wrong with you? Don't scare mom."

She is really flustered. If song Huaichun really has something wrong, how can song's mother live in the future? Who will support her! Who can I rely on when I am used to her glory!

Song Huaichun's pupils are lax, and his body is like a mass of soft flesh, which is supported by the strength of his mother song. He can be regarded as sitting steadily. He has no reaction to his mother's words.

She lives entirely in her own world, a world she doesn't want to live in.

Song's mother's hand is slightly released, and song Huaichun's body directly falls on the bed. If it wasn't for her weak breath, it would be too much to say that she was a dead man at this time.

"How can this happen?" Song's mother turned around in a hurry and looked at Song Huaichun's forehead. She was so hot that she exclaimed: "you girl, how could you have a high fever? I don't know how to say it. I'm really pissed off."