Chapter 131

She turned her back to him and bent over for a good morning kiss.

"No, you didn't brush your teeth."

Mu Qingqing pretended to be disgusted. She couldn't stand the entanglement in the early morning. Moreover, she couldn't understand why Mo Liancheng's interest was so high. She said that if the two people were too close, there was nothing good.

She disliked the expression is so obvious, Mo Liancheng is just a tease, now it is really do not want to let go, holding her tight, eyes directly at her, means obvious.

"It's too much trouble."

Although Mu Qingqing said this, she did so in the eyes of warning implied after training and kissed him on the chin.

Obviously, Mo Liancheng, who had always asked for a lot of money, was not satisfied. However, seeing that she looked tired, he did not feel embarrassed again and let go of Mu Qingqing, who was struggling to get up.

Because of Ji Shi's accident, the studio was in a state of panic. Even the director looked gloomy, as if he had something on his mind. I'm afraid among so many people, only mu Qingqing is more relaxed.

Recently, song Yanshu has become more and more busy. He seldom appears on the set except for the necessary parts. Mu Qingqing knows his special identity and won't disturb him. However, there is news from Chengqi. It seems that many underground forces in Jiangcheng suddenly disappeared.

Just after the night, song Yanshu was covered with the cold of the night, and his expression on his face was appropriate indifference. He looked at the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground in front of him. He reached out and picked up a wet paper towel from one of his subordinates, and wiped the bright blood on his hands bit by bit. The whole process looked serious as if he could not bear these dirty things.

One who grew up in such an environment as the Song family did not like blood the most.

Kneeling on the ground, in addition to fear, there is a trace of surprise in the eyes, but see song Yan shuzai carefully wipe for a long time, and so on the hands of a little blood can not see, quite satisfied with the nod, this just turned to look at him.

At the bottom of his eyes, he brewed out a cold killing intention.

"Come on, why did you betray my father?"

The middle-aged man in front of him was once a subordinate of song Yanshu's father. Ten years ago, he was only a young man in his early twenties, but he was very important around his uncle after his father's death. It can be seen that song Yanshu's father died at that time, and he made a lot of efforts.

The middle-aged man thought that song Yanshu had captured him, but he didn't know what he had done ten years ago. If song Yanshu asked, he could immediately tell him the prepared speech. He couldn't help but he didn't believe the young master, who was still not a threat in his eyes. But now, he didn't even plan to give himself this opportunity.

"Young master, where did you hear that? I was so young at that time, and I was not valued by my old master. How could anyone frame me for betraying him? I have always been loyal to my old master. I know that he has suffered a disaster, and I would like to find out those who did harm to the old master as soon as possible and live them to be widowed. "

The man had been in the Song family for a long time. Therefore, he was not afraid of song Yanshu's questioning. His words of loyalty and righteousness came at once, which made the young people standing beside him feel disgusted.

"Is it? So you feel so important in front of my uncle because you were so loyal to my father? "

Song Yanshu didn't feel much emotion after hearing his words. He even nodded, and his look did not change at all. However, the words he said with such an expression made the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground cold.

"This..."

"Can't you say it?"

"Young master, I have been in the Song family for a long time, and I have done a lot for the Song family. I'm afraid that other old people of the Song family will not obey me today if you treat me like this."

He's a tough guy. He knows how to do both hard and soft.

It's a pity that if song Yanshu is really like his appearance, it seems that he has never been exposed to those rotten and embarrassing darkness and blood. I'm afraid he really coaxed him with a word or two today.

"Since you can't say it, I'll give the record of what you just said to my uncle word by word, and let him know how the people around him are always nostalgic about the old lord and want to be loyal."

Listening to song Yanshu mentioning song Dongjian, the middle-aged man seemed to know that he was afraid, and a big drop of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Young master, I know that I've been working with Lord song these years. I'd like to make you suspect that the death of my old master had something to do with me, but I really didn't do anything sorry to the Song family."

Song Yanshu turned a deaf ear to what should be investigated. He had already checked everything that should have been known. No matter what the person wanted to explain, it was just nonsense. He just needed this person to make an example to others.

A muffled pistol was placed in front of the man kneeling on the ground.

"Since you feel wronged, I will give you a chance. There is only one bullet in this pistol. You can shoot yourself. If you are lucky not to be hit by the bullet, I will let you go."

It's just a bet on this man. Is he brave enough to gamble.The middle-aged man also knew that he had no choice but this one, so his fingers trembled and picked up the silencing pistol on the ground, and then he put it on his temple.

But the next moment, he was proud of his eyes, the muzzle of the gun turned and aimed at Song Yanshu.

He stood up from the ground and said to song Yanshu, "young master, I have always respected you very much, but you want me to die. How can I really do it?"

At present, he has a gun in his hand. Although there is only one bullet, it is only song Yanshu. If he does not let him leave, this bullet will be enough for him to kill song Yanshu.

It was worth it to ask the young master of the Song family to be buried with him.

"It seems that you really don't want to live."

Song Yan Shu's voice is calm and fierce, as if there is no black muzzle at all, just staring at the man whose eyes are full of excitement.

"Song Yanshu, don't pretend to be calm. I tell you, the old master was afraid before he died. Do you think I dare not fire this gun?"

"So you admit you were with my father before he died?"

Standing up from the chair, song Yanshu approached the middle-aged man whose face suddenly changed step by step. His words and pace were pressing.

"What are you talking about? I didn't say anything."

Song Yanshu did not care about his excuse. Seeing that his people were coming to the man, the man seemed to be unable to bear the torture of being questioned by him and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

It was an empty noise.