Chapter 1164 You dare to make this body dirty, I will kill you!

   Chapter 1164 You dare to make this body dirty, I will kill you!

  Su Jingshu suddenly reached out and grabbed Huo Yirong’s arm, and asked eagerly, “Is Nangong Chang still alive?”

   Her facial expression was hideous, she lost the indifferent temperament of the past, and a crazy look burst out from the bottom of her eyes, which was frightening.

  Huo Yirong looked at her with unspeakable eyes, her thin lips moved: “…madman!”

   He threw off the opponent’s hand and strode into the bar.

  Huo Qiang and other dark guards immediately followed after seeing this.

  Su Jingshu stood where he was and muttered to himself: “Impossible, impossible to admit wrong…”

   More than an hour ago, when she discovered that Song Qing and Rong Menglan were entangled, she was still a moviegoer, but now she has become a moviegoer.

   She never imagined that the deceased could still appear in front of her eyes again, and that child… Who is it?

   Bei Jinzhou walked out of the bar, stood beside Su Jingshu, and whispered, “Patriarch, the surveillance has been called out.”

“is it him?”

   The voice was low and inaudible, and it was dissipated by the night wind.

   Bei Jinzhou heard it clearly, with an embarrassed expression on his face, and said hoarsely: “No, that person is not in the video.”

“impossible!”

  Su Jingshu turned her head sharply, her scarlet eyes staring at Bei Jinzhou.

   She knew that Bei Jinzhou would not do anything to deceive, and if the other party said no, it must be no.

   But she clearly saw that person appear, right under her nose.

   Thinking of the picture of the man communicating with Rong Menglan and Song Qing, Su Jingshu released his clenched fists and walked back to the bar with Bei Jinzhou again.

   When Huo Yirong found Song Qing, she was biting her ears with Rong Menglan, and she didn’t know what the two of them were talking about.

  Song Qing was unaware of the sharp, sinister gaze in the distance, she frowned and were arguing with Rong Menglan about something.

   “When did you become so familiar with Nangong Chang, did the Rong family collude with the Nangong family before?”

   In the face of Song Qing’s questioning, Rong Menglan looked at her like a fool: “If there is any collusion between the Rong family and the Nangong family, will the Huo family let us go?”

  Song Qing sneered: “Then who knows, looking at the way he hugs and hugs you, you shouldn’t have an affair with him, right?”

   She really didn’t talk nonsense.

  Rong Menglan’s predecessor was extremely picky about food, especially for beauties, and even never differentiated between genders.

  The food and beauties in the world never escaped his palm as long as he saw them.

  Rong Menglan almost vomited blood when he heard the words, and his face turned a little blue.

  He and Nangong Chang?

  What kind of tragic picture this is, I can’t even think about it!

  If the person in front of him was not Song Qing, but someone the Huo family had specially explained that they could not meet, Rong Menglan would have long since humiliated him.

  Tonight, the prey to relieve his body and mind was not caught, and he also met Song Qing and Nangong Chang, who had come back from the dead. Even if he tried to suppress it, he could not control it.

   But Song Qing is still a lack of eyesight. She touched Rong Menglan with her shoulder and said with a gossip, “No way, are you really getting together?”

   “Shut up!” Rong Menglan scolded coldly.

  Song Qing didn’t seem to notice his irritability. Seeing him pulling his collar impatiently, his red lips curled into a playful arc.

   She put her hand on the other person’s shoulder and gently slid his upper arm with her fingertips through the clothes: “Master Rong, why don’t we play in another place?”

   The charming voice is like a hook, a very ordinary sentence, which makes her say ambiguous.

  Rong Menglan stared at Song Qing’s figure with a gloomy expression out of the corner of his eyes, and then he calmed down.

  I don’t know what to think, his cold thin lips evoked a playful arc, very compatible with Song Qing, and asked aloud: “Oh? Where to change?”

   Seeing that the fish was hooked, Song Qing’s eyes couldn’t hide her excitement, she tried her best to suppress the excitement in her heart, and pretended to be calm: “The hotel upstairs, the room is spacious and easy to use, it’s not interesting to continue to spend so much time.”

   Her hand on the sofa trembled with excitement because she was about to complete the task.

   Huo Yirong, who had already approached, just heard Song Qing’s words, and her already ugly face became more gloomy.

   He stared at each other coldly with dark and deep eyes, and said without a smile: “The room is so big, would you mind adding me?”

   A familiar voice came to his ears, and Song Qing’s whole body froze.

  Rong Menglan clearly noticed the tension in her hand on her shoulder and the degree of stiffness in her body.

  Under Huo Erye’s ruthless gaze that could kill, Rong Menglan took off the hand on his shoulder and stayed away from Song Qing with great interest.

  Song Qing raised her head with a stiff neck, her wide eyes looked at the man standing in front of her, she didn’t know if she was nervous or scared, so she subconsciously swallowed.

  Huo Yirong glanced at the cigarettes on the table, bent over and took out one from the cigarette case, held it in his mouth skillfully and casually, and followed Huo Qiang to light the cigarette for him.

   The posture of holding the cigarette between the slender and fair fingers is very elegant. The cigarette is separated from the **** thin lips, and the smoke slowly spit out, blocking his dark eyes that want to kill.

  Song Qing’s vigilance is still very high. When he sensed the danger at the first time, he left the sofa and prepared to escape from the current Shura field.

   The moment she was about to get up, Huo Yirong moved.

   He took two steps and stood in front of Song Qing, pressing his hand with the cigarette on his shoulder.

   “Baby, have you forgotten what I said before?”

   Like the whispering words of a lover, affectionate and unsympathetic, the danger is doubled.

  Song Qing felt a strange feeling in her heart. It was an uncontrolled contradiction of wanting to surrender, sacrifice, and give everything to the other party.

   Obviously his memory has been restored, but every time he faces Huo Yirong, he still can’t control his deep desire to get closer.

  Song Qing thought it was the second personality, gritted his teeth, and shouted with a smile: “Second Master—”

  Huo Yirong squeezed Song Qingqiao’s chin with the other hand: “You dare to make this body dirty, I will kill you!”

   When he is angry, his voice loses its former banter, which makes people shiver with cold.

   This is what he once said.

  Song Qing’s delicate and dark complexion sank, squinted her eyes, and said, “I haven’t done anything yet, so you came to accuse me, are you making too much of a fuss?”

   She is unrestrained. She was protected by the gods in the past, and then she was spoiled by A Ruan.

   Now someone accuses her without arguing black and white, and that hot temper rushes up.

   “Okay, it’s really good, and the rules are gone!”

  Huo Yirong took a last puff of cigarette, quickly exhaled a smoke ring from his mouth, and leaned over to pick Song Qing up from the sofa.

The    action has no pity, just like carrying a chick.

   “You let me go!”

   How could Song Qing obey, struggling to jump off.

   (end of this chapter)