Chapter 1034 The moody Mr. Huo Er is not stealing people with Ruan Ruan on his back

Song Qing's pupils trembled slightly in her eyes, she knelt on the ground with one knee, and placed her hands on her raised knees: "Second Master, I know my guilt!"

"Oh?" Huo Yirong raised his eyebrows and asked, "Where are you wrong?"

There was a daze in the depths of Song Qing's eyes, and even the thick-faced face showed doubts.

She didn't know how she offended the second master, but she could never say this.

Huo Yirong glanced at Song Qing coldly and found that she didn't know what was going on, and her expression didn't seem to be fake.

He bent down, reached out to pinch the other person's cheek, and said ruthlessly: "Where are you asking, you're dumb?"

Song Qingmi's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and the pain of being pinched on her cheeks was much lighter than before, but she was afraid of the anger of the man in front of her.

Knowing that she would not speak at this time, she would have to meet even greater anger. She was speechless: "I... don't know."

When Huo Yirong heard this, his eyes were covered in coldness. He squeezed Song Qing's cheek and pressed his head backwards and pressed it against the edge of the bed.

"Bang!"

With a bang, Song Qing had an intimate contact with the edge of the bed.

Her face showed a sluggish pain.

There was a dangerous light flashing in Huo Yirong's eyes, and his cold eyes glanced at Song Qing calmly: "Don't you know? I forgot about having a plan to plot against me a week ago, leaving only one note?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Qing's mind sounded like a barrier was broken, and vague memories poured into her mind.

In the memory picture, she hugged the second master in front of her with both hands, asking for all the breath and temperature that belonged to the other party.

Even though she was in pain, she never let go from beginning to end and climbed onto her shoulders.

The second master seemed to be crazy, asking for and creating pain.

Song Qing's eyes widened slightly, as if she could not accept the memories in her mind, and her body was trembling violently.

When did this happen?

Why didn't she know and forgot!

Huo Yirong's tone returned to his usual indifference: "It seems you've remembered it."

Song Qing looked desperate with a look of despair, lowered her head, her voice was hoarse and her heart was ashamed: "I deserve to die for all my sins!"

She knew she was finished.

The second master's temper is moody and unpredictable. He hates being plotted the most in his life.

Anyone who steps on his bottom line will have to pay a huge price.

This person himself doesn't like her, so he will definitely take advantage of the situation and let her die in the punishment hall or be expelled from the Huo family.

No matter which choice it is, Song Qing doesn't want it.

At this moment, she was full of despair and no longer angry.

Huo Yirong, who was closest to her, moved his nose slightly. I wonder if it was his illusion, but the fragrance of flowers in the air in the house seemed to be even more intense and tempting.

Huo Yirong's sword eyebrows were twisted and his lips were pursed into a line: "What does it smell on you? Where did you rub the fragrance of flowers?"

His voice still sounded as low as ever, like the coldest ice in the coldest twelfth month.

Song Qing's eyes moved slightly without any waves, her eyes gathered together, and she looked up at the man in front of her with a humble expression.

She shook her head gently, not sure.

She has never left her home these days, so it is impossible for her to be infected with the fragrance of flowers.

As a secret guard, you must always abide by the rules, especially when protecting your master. No behavior that will expose yourself is allowed.

One of them is not odorless in the body, such as spraying perfume, eating spicy and irritating foods, onions and garlic.

In order to achieve extreme perfection, Song Qing even abides by the secret guard rules in daily life.

She never uses fragrance-carried daily necessities, so she naturally cannot have any fragrance on her body.

Huo Yirong let go of Song Qing's deformed cheeks, her expression was cold and evil. Her slender fingertips played with her hair, her voice was low and almost cold: "Is it this fragrance that caused me to be unconscious that night?"

Song Qing remembered only the memory, and didn't know how what happened that night was caused.

She said in fear and fear: "Second Master, I don't know."

Huo Yirong's face suddenly sank and his eyes turned cold.

He stretched his five fingers into Song Qing's neat short hair, grabbed her hair hard, and dragged it to his eyes.

Huo Yirong's clear face was calm and indifferent: "Don't you know?! Only by throwing you into the punishment hall can you remember to do the most serious things!"

Song Qing's scalp was sore that she looked in front of her. Huo Yirong, whose eyes were dim and unclear, knew that he was extremely angry.

She did not dare to make a statement again, and slowly lowered her head, and said with a sincere and humble attitude: "I know my mistake, and I deserve to die. Please punish me!"

This attitude not only did not satisfy Huo Yirong, but his temper became even more irritable. He inexplicably disliked Song Qing like this.

No matter whether it was Song Qing who cried aggrieved that day, but suppressed him with his backhand.

It was the resistance that was released from the bone when the death-reaping Yang Gu was first released, when the other party sacrificed his life.

This kind of Song Qing, who had real emotions, made Huo Yirong feel upset and irritable, and she had a little appreciation in her heart.

And Song Qing in front of him was a little overly obedient when facing him.

He thought he was not a good person, Huo Qiang, Huo Chuan, and Huo Zhi were not afraid of him.

Their loyalty to the Huo family is unquestionable, and they also have a sense of awe of the Huo family in their bones, but when they act, they also have the most basic independent personality in their daily lives.

Unlike Song Qing, who is like a dummy, people cannot feel her true emotions.

Huo Yirong was in a irritable mood and threw the person in front of the bed. Her elegant face showed bad luck. She took out a veil from her top to wipe her fingers.

He spoke in a low and cold voice, and ordered the secret guards behind him: "Trag the person into the punishment hall, no one can take her out without my permission!"

The secret guard who followed Huo Yirong in, looked at Song Qing with sympathy and lowered his head and said, "Yes, Second Master!"

The other party strode forward, helped Song Qing up from the ground, and prepared to help her leave.

Huo Yirong saw this scene and was dazzling and irritable, and frowned tightly.

He raised his foot and kicked the secret guard in the leg, and said angrily: "I asked you to drag it out, don't understand what I said?!"

"I am aware of the crime!"

The secret guard immediately changed to holding Song Qing's collar and dragged the person away with rough movements.

Huo Yirong stared at the secret guard and touched the back of Huo Zhi's neck, and the frowning lines deepened.

He still looked dissatisfied, and threw the handkerchief in his hand to the ground, and threw a tantrum on his own: "Damn it! I need you to cherish the fragrance and jade!"

The nameless fire is inexplicably fired.

He walked out of the secret guards carrying Song Qing out of the door, paused slightly when he heard this, and looked surprised on his face.

He looked sideways at Song Qing in his hand. The latter looked desperate and filled with a rich and seductive fragrance of flowers.

Song Qing raised her eyes, met him and looked at him inquiring eyes, and said in a faint tone: "Let's go."

She was even more scared if she didn't walk here.

She suddenly felt that the filters she used to look blurred.

Just the moment I walked out of the door, I had the idea of ​​leaving the Huo family like this, which seemed to be a good idea.

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