Then said: "since you know my identity, you should know how to do it. If you want money, you can talk to me afterwards. But - "

his face was cold and his eyes narrowed into a narrow line, which was very dangerous and frightening. Thin lips gently open, he slowly spits out a sentence, "if this matter really reveals, I naturally have a way to press down, but, you, it's not so easy, understand?"

"Yes! I swear, I really will not do anything, otherwise, let me hit five thunders in the sky, not good death! " She swore to heaven that she didn't want to do anything now, just wanted to escape as soon as possible.

Who told her that there was no danger for entertainment journalists? These so-called celebrities are really terrible!

"Well, I'll trust you once. Don't let me down!" Song Nan finished, no longer stay, he rushed back to see Song Heng.

Su Kui is also worried about this. Seeing Song Nan leave, she looks back at the woman who is still limping on the ground. Her eyes seem to be soaked with ice, and her lips are light. "Dear girl, you must delete it. Some people are crazy. You can't believe the horror of it."

snow white skirt, swaying gently in the dazzling sun, The woman looked at the two people one before and one after slowly go far, high raised heart, finally fell back to the original place.

She stayed in place for a long time before she got up on her weak hands and got on the bus.

I kept rushing home, thinking that I was not living alone in my family, and I was almost split.

-

Song Nan and Su Kui took a car, and in countless times of urging, they arrived at the suburban villa ten minutes in advance.

Hidden in the middle of the mountain, the villa is as beautiful as a picture, still standing there, motionless. However, neither of them knew what kind of storm was hidden in it.

Su Kui and Song Nan went into the yard one after another. Before they got into the yard, there was a crackling sound of falling things from afar. She looked at Song Nan with a sharp look in her eyes. They had a tacit understanding. At the same time, they hurried to the hall.

All kinds of things, glasses, computers, books, pillows, which could be almost moved, were thrown down from upstairs.

Su Kui took a deep breath and walked upstairs quickly.

Song Nan wants to go up, Su Kui raises his hand, but does not return his head. "Mr. Song, you stay here first, don't go there, I'm afraid you will stimulate him!"

Now, Song Heng is likely to be in a state of extreme self loathing and negation. If his family members, who were just released, are involved, the result may be unimaginable.

Song Nan's temple drum, eyes show sad, but still obedient to stand still, said: "Miss mu, everything, please."

At the door of the second floor, Su Kui raised his delicate chin slightly behind him, "yes."

And then he didn't come back into the room.

A pillow came in head-on.

Su Kui's eyes flashed, his body quickly avoided, raised his hand to catch the pillow, and there were all kinds of messy things in the back, smashing them together.

"Song Heng!" she said in a deep voice

Taking advantage of Song Heng's stupefaction, she winked at several doctors who were standing at a loss and scolded them, "what are you still doing? Don't go and get him! "

Even if looking at the youth's appearance, her heart seems to be held tightly by countless big hands, unable to breathe, she must do so.