Chapter 325: strange

Song Wu worry has no mood and appetite, let alone milk, she does not want to drink water now.

She glanced at Xu Jing, "Let's put it."

Xu Jing looked at the hands of Ban Jianing and asked: "Miss, are you going to accompany him tonight?"

Song Wuxi looked at the sleeping classmate, and said softly: "He is not willing to let go of my hand now, I will accompany him."

"This way you will be very tired." Xu Jing said.

Song Wushou does not care about a smile: "As long as he can sleep well, why am I tired?"

"Miss, Jianing is just a stranger. You are so good to him. Have you ever thought about how you feel about it?"

"Gu Yu?" Song has no worries.

"I and Song sister can see that Gu Shao loves you very much."

Song Wuxi laughed and said: "Love me, believe me."

"But Jianing is brought back on the street, you have no relatives."

"Xu Jing, I know what you are worried about. When Gu Yu comes back, I will explain it to him."

If Gu Yu asks the question, she will at most say the fact that she is not really sad.

If he can really accept her and Ban Jianing, then he really loves her.

If this can't be accepted, don't talk to her about love. There is no safe love like a harbor. She doesn't want it.

"Miss, no matter what, you have to drink the milk." Xu Jing brought the milk over and handed it to Song.

Song Wuxi took a deep breath, took the milk and finished drinking.

Handing the cup to Xu Jing, said: "It's not early, go back to rest."

Xu Jing's eyes lit up. "Miss, will I accompany you?"

Song Wuxi smiled: "No, you go back to sleep. Tomorrow you go to the company to help me scan the design draft to the computer, and let Lin Xiumei help me to dye."

Xu Jing snorted. "Okay, then I will go back to rest. Miss, if you can, you can go back to sleep."

Song Wuxi nodded and gently responded: "Well."

Xu Jing looked deeply at Song Wu, then took the cup and walked out gently.

Song Wuxi tried to pull his hand back.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

Just moving it, Ban Jianing began to call again.

She didn’t smoke, she didn’t take her hand back, let him hold her like this.

Song Wuxi looked at Ban Jianing distressedly, watching him sleep so restless, and he was afraid of sleep, her heartache.

"Jia Ning, my sister is there, there is a sister, no one can kill you, you sleep safely, my sister is with you."

"Home Ning..."

She used another hand and gently stroked and touched the handsome and pale face of Ban Jianing.

The distressed Song Wushou eyes are faint, sad and sad, and his mouth whispered softly. "It’s a bad sister, sorry, sorry... it’s my sister who killed you..."

"If it is not my sister who insists on joining the army, if it is not my sister who loves Dongfang Xuan, you will not die. Jianing, I am sorry... I am sorry..."

Speaking of the back, the voice choked, almost with a cry.

Xu Jing, who went downstairs, returned, holding a phone with Song Worry in her hand.

When Song Worry came back, the bag was not on the first floor.

When she just lie down, she heard a ringing bell coming in from the living room. When I got out, I realized that it was Song’s worry-free mobile phone.

Take a look, caller ID is an international long distance, the British side.

It was Gu Shao who came back.

Xu Jing took the phone up.

When you reach the stairs, the ringtone is automatically broken.

When I arrived at the door, Xu Jing heard the sound of Song Wu’s worries in the bedroom.

She thought that the class was waking up, and the lady was talking to Ban Jianing.

Unexpectedly, after approaching, I heard the above two sentences.

Xu Jing was shocked and stood at the door.

Who killed the lady?

join the army?

Oriental Xuan?

What is this with?

Strange, why didn't she have a word, she understood?

Xu Jing knew Song Wushou for so long, basically the first time, I heard her sad to say "I'm sorry."

Did the young lady kill the family of this family?

Xu Jing was shocked by his own thoughts.

how is this possible!

Ever since she met her, she almost followed her every day. Who killed her, she wouldn’t know?

Not to mention joining the army, and deeply love the oriental mystery.