Chapter 1329

Song Nan nods, Su Kui just walked in gently.

The hall is in a mess. The servants are cleaning silently. Su Kui purses his lips. Song Heng's condition seems more serious than he imagined.

She just came here and ran into such a thing. Is it coincidence or does it happen frequently?

"You are..."

A middle-aged man in his early forties came here. He was dressed in a very skilful and simple Zhongshan suit. Su Kui estimated that his position here should be similar to that of a housekeeper.

Su Kui bent her eyebrows and eyes, with a light smile on her lips. "Hello, I'm a psychiatrist invited by Mr. Song. I'd like to see little master song. I wonder if he is here

"Ah, so," the housekeeper looked at the door, and saw that Song Nan in the yard was waving his hand to him. He nodded his head, which convinced him, "yes, but the young master has just caught fire. You'd better be careful, miss."

Su Kui shook her head. "It doesn't matter."

The housekeeper pointed out the way to her and said, "go upstairs and turn left to the room in the corner. It's the young master's room. If you want to call me."

"OK, thank you."

After all, she went upstairs over the mess.

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the room is dark, unlocked, showing a thin seam.

She gave it a little push and drove away without any strength. She stood at the door and didn't walk in.

In the corner of the wall, squatting a young man, he barefoot, pale and thin soles of his feet, seems to have been cut several times by the glass fragments. His hair was a little longer. He was wearing a white shirt and black pants. In an extremely insecure position, he put his hands around his knees and buried his head in his knees.

A kind of sour feeling creeps up in her heart. Su Kui's fingers curl up and her eyes are a little hot.

She opened her eyes wide and looked up.

Before we met, she thought that Song Nan would be her lover. Indeed, her appearance and appearance were very consistent. But together reincarnation so many times, Su Kui has reached, as long as close, you can easily rely on a figure, a little smell, to distinguish whether it is that person.

Just now, the feeling of being engraved into the soul reappears.

She took a deep breath. In this life, she was eight years older than him, and her lover had never been so miserable.

When she adjusted, she knocked on the door. "Hello, may I come in?" She asked, trying to soften her voice.

Song Heng feels that his brain is completely out of his control. He seems to be walking in a chaotic dark. He can't see anything after four weeks. He desperately curled up, those dark, but like life, is not willing to let him go. He ran, they chased, tore his clothes, his heart, he felt his head was about to explode!

Suddenly, a gentle ripple, as if a drop of water, fell into the ink, like a small splash.

"Is your name Song Heng?"

Then the voice went on. His brows were bulging, and he turned his head uneasily. He wanted to open his eyes conditionally to see who was the owner of the voice.

"My name is muxinci. I want to be your friend. Is that ok?"

Finally opened, Song Heng slowly raised his eyes, his lips pale almost no blood color, delicate face thin pitiful, a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, should be wanton style.