Song Qing held Huo Yirong's wrist holding her hair in both hands and asked excitedly: "Did your wife agree to me return to her?"

She only told Qin Ruan that the Song family wanted her to get married.

I was fantasizing in my heart whether the other party was hesitating to let her come back.

Huo Yirong frowned, and his already gloomy face became more and more heavy. He really couldn't understand the woman in front of him: "What a mess! Since you have gotten out of the Huo family, you don't have the right to come back!"

Song Qing's face full of anticipation instantly turned into vanish. She pinched Huo Yirong's wrist hands, and used a little force to reverse it and control it in her hands, with an unwilling expression: "Stay away from me!"

My brain disease made her so excited!

Huo Yirong's eyes drooped slightly, looking at his red wrists. The light under his eyes was dark and unclear, as if a storm was brewing.

"Song Qing, you are really not afraid of death!"

Song Qing gave him a blank look: "I live well, I won't die if you die."

She is a demon, how could she die easily?

Humans have only a hundred years of life, but they have a lifespan of thousands of years, how can they compare between the two?

Seeing that Song Qing became more and more speechless, Huo Qiang yelled sternly: "Song Qing!"

Huo Yirong leaned over slightly, reached out and pinched Song Qing's neck, his voice was as low as the evil puppet in hell: "Do you really think I dare not kill you?"

He pinched Song Qing's neck and was slowly tightening.

The ruthless move is really about killing people.

Song Qing was not a person who was waiting to die. She felt difficulty breathing. She stared at him with cold eyes that were almost the same as Huo Yirong, and a killing intention flashed deep in her eyes.

Something he actually wanted to kill her, and he didn't ask who her master was!

Song Qing raised her head, and her red lips curled up a cold and evil arc.

The next moment, she stood up from the ground, twisted her arm hard with her back hand, and imprisoned the other hand of the other party, and replaced the controlled party with Huo Yirong.

Unexpectedly, Song Qing would really take action, and Huo Yirong and Huo Qiang both looked stunned.

Huo Qiang stepped forward to stop him, squeezed Song Qing's hand hard, and roared in a low voice: "Song Qing, let go!"

After all, Song Qing was his former subordinate, and he didn't want to see the other party lose his life because he angered the second master.

"Don't let it go!"

Song Qing is not stupid, how could she let go of Huo Yirong and let the other party bully her?

"Hahahaha..." A pleasant laughter sounded from Huo Yirong's lips.

He was clearly the one who was subdued, but he smiled so happily.

Huo Qiang and Song Qing looked at him in discomfort. The former looked strange, while the latter looked confused, with his eyes as if he was looking at a crazy person.

Huo Yirong is also good at it. He just didn't expect that Song Qing really dared to attack him. After laughing at him, he broke free from Song Qing's shackles and pinched Song Qing's neck with his backhand, pulling the person in front of him.

He smiled with his eyebrows and his voice was as cold as a knife: "Song Qing, what exactly do you want to do?"

This time, he didn't feel the murderous aura released from him, so Song Qing replied seriously: "Back to the wife and serve."

Huo Yirong looked at her with an inquiring gaze, and suddenly laughed softly. The laughter was cold and cold. Coupled with his elegant face full of sneer, it had a bit of charming posture and made people feel cold on their backs.

Song Qing frowned and puzzled: "Why are you laughing at?"

Huo Yirong looked at her hair that was densely long, tied up her high ponytail, loosened the back of her neck, and stretched out her hand to Huo Qiang beside her.

The latter took out a clean veil and put it in his hand.

Huo Yirong wiped his fingers slowly, glanced at Song Qing with cold eyebrows and eyes, his voice calm and full of coolness: "Who are you?"

"A Qing!" Song Qing replied without thinking.

Huo Yirong murmured with the words Aqing, staring at her face without any respect and even a bit arrogant and domineering, and asked again: "Who is Song Qing?"

As soon as she heard this, Song Qing understood that the other party found that she was different from another personality. Now they had not yet fully integrated. She hesitated and said, "It's me, but she fell asleep."

This was very contradictory, but Huo Yirong understood it.

He narrowed his dark eyes and continued to ask, "Are you going to get married, or her?"

"Marry a lot!" Song Qing couldn't help but swear words, and then explained: "She is me, I am her, we are one!"

Huo Yirong walked to Song Qing, leaned slightly, and approached her ear. Her low voice mixed with a cold voice: "Do you know that Song Qing is already my woman? With her temperament, she will never be touched by other men. No matter whether you are her or not, if you dare to make this body dirty, I will take your life!"

After the words came, he lowered his head and covered Song Qing's soft lips.

Looking at the elegant face that was so close to her, Song Qing opened her eyes wide, her face was incredible, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

Her body was tense, and her mind had a very messy memory of the man's night.

Just as she was about to counterattack, Huo Yirong left first, rubbing her thumb against her lips, and said possessively: "Remember who you are! If you forget, I don't mind helping you recall."

The voice is low and cold, with a bit of seductive ambiguity hidden.

Song Qing patted his hand on his lips and said with disgust: "You are so poor in your skills. I will never want to have anything to do with you anymore!"

Thinking of the memory of that night, her face turned extremely bad.

It hurts so much!

It turns out that in this world, there is a kind of pain that is even more heartbreaking than being punished.

No man can accept such suspicion and provocation.

"No?" Huo Yirong licked the fangs hidden in his mouth, staring at Song Qing with cold eyes.

After looking for a while, he turned his head to Huo Qiang and ordered: "Go and call Dr. Chen!"

He suspected that something was wrong with Song Qing's mind.

If this body is really occupied by a dual personality, why did A Qing in front of him know what happened to him and Song Qing that night?

Just by what the other party had just said, he could break her neck for no reason.

He wants to figure out who the person was that night!

Suddenly, Song Qing's body shook, her black eyes flashed with a charming light, and her originally emotional face also showed a solemn and cautious look.

She looked up at the dark sky, and suddenly knelt on one knee on the ground, performing a particularly weird kneeling salute.

She raised her hands above her head and her fingers rushed straight into a certain direction in the sky, which seemed to be a very ancient etiquette.

Soon Song Qing stood up, without even looking at Huo Yirong and Huo Qiang, and turned around and left neatly.

"Stop her!"

As soon as Huo Yirong opened his order, Huo Qiang rushed up immediately.

Just as he was about to touch Song Qing's shoulder, he was bounced away by an unknown powerful force and his body was thrown several meters away.

"Bang!"

Huo Qiang's strong body, which was about 1.8 meters tall, fell to the ground.

Huo Yirong's pupils shrank suddenly, and he raised his foot and walked quickly towards Song Qing.
Chapter completed!