Huo Yirong pried open Song Qing's hands holding the collar one by one. He didn't use any force, but he didn't allow any resistance.

He put the hand with the gun callus under the index finger and thumb on his upturned erection, and asked with a chuckle: "Do you dare to kill me?"

He held Song Qing's hand and slowly tightened his grip on his neck.

The pupils in Song Qing's eyes suddenly shrank, she struggled to throw away his hand, and stared at the man in front of her in shock.

"You're crazy!"

When I blurt out the words, there is a tremor that cannot be concealed.

Huo Yirong's extremely handsome face has clear features, the smile on his face looks unrestrained, and the sparkle in his eyes that is inadvertently revealed makes people dare not look down upon it.

There seemed to be some calculation hidden in those eyes, and they seemed to see through the depths of Song Qing's heart, clearly seeing her from the inside out.

Song Qing's fingertips hanging by her side were trembling.

She is a demon, and Huo Yirong is a human. Just now, as long as she exerted a little force on her hand, the other person was instantly breathless.

Even though she was resentful and angry towards this man, she never had murderous intentions towards him.

Huo Yirong leaned on the seat, his light eyes wandering over Song Qing, exploring and appraising.

When Song Qing was just angry, the expression on her face was strange, cold and ruthless, which fully unleashed the demon's powerful evil thoughts.

It has to be said that whether it was Song Qing who surrendered in front of him or Song Qing whose personality changed drastically before his eyes, he felt possessive of something that belonged to him, and the other person was something that no one else could touch.

This feeling is very subtle and somewhat uncontrollable.

Regarding potential dangers, including things beyond his control, Mr. Huo subconsciously wants to eliminate them.

Thinking of Song Qing's previous question, "Do you have feelings for her?"

Huo Yirong sneered inwardly, the smile in his eyes disappeared, and he said coldly: "Get out of here!"

Song Qing had an uneasy face. After being treated with such a bad attitude, she suddenly became cold, and the thorns that disappeared on her body appeared again.

She sneered and said, "If you tell me to get out, I'll lose face!"

Huo Yirong's sharp eyes were piercing Song Qing's body, like a sharp sword, and he thought of tearing off the camouflaged thorn clothes on her body and exposing all her hidden true face to the sun, so that everyone could see it at a glance.

Song Qing's eyes were the first to look away. The anger lingering in her body was very strong, with a killing intent that could tear people apart.

She did have some lack of confidence, but she wasn't pretending to be calm. She just didn't know how to treat the person in front of her, and the other person made her feel frustrated that she couldn't fight but could only choke.

Huo Yirong suddenly leaned forward, touched Song Qing's cheek with her cool lips, and said slowly in a low and sexy voice: "You are really not afraid of me... you are such a fool."

Song Qing's big round eyes stared back at him suddenly, as if she was shocked by his shamelessness.

Although the word "Qian" was very soft and almost inaudible, she still clearly caught it in her ears.

Recalling the night the two had in Huo Zhai's small building, Song Qing's heartbeat, which had calmed down, accelerated again.

She pushed the man in front of her away hard, got up and jumped out of the car, and rushed towards the Song family quickly.

At this moment, she could be summed up in four words: running away.

She was afraid that if she didn't run away, the demonic power in her body would be out of control and she would really kill him.

That's too much!

It’s so deceiving!

The dog man just convinced her that he would not dare to kill her.

Song Qing rushed into Song's house. The Huo family's motorcade parked outside the door had not yet left. Huo Yirong, who was sitting in the car, lit another cigarette.

He stared at the direction Song Qing left with his deep and solemn eyes. Qing Juan's face was expressionless, and no one could tell what he was thinking.

Huo Qiang sat in the driver's seat and did not dare to take the next step without orders.

Suddenly, Huo Yirong laughed out loud with a cigarette in his mouth: "It's really a wild cat."

Not only is it wild, but it also tickles people.

He took a deep drag on his cigarette, threw the cigarette butt out of the car, and said in a deep voice: "Go home."

The vehicle started and drove slowly away from Song's house.

…

Time flies and a week passes.

Qin Ruan suddenly discovered that the Kuntianming Buddha beads in the hands of her third master were missing.

She was leaning on the lounge chair in the sunroom on the terrace, looking at the man sitting in the hall making tea. The man's slender hand was on the teapot, slowly pouring out the fragrant tea.

A complicated process of making tea, every move is elegant.

Looking at the Buddhist beads disappearing from the opponent's wrist, Qin Ruan finally realized something was wrong these days.

The string of Buddhist beads is Sanye's companion, an object that never leaves his body.

Qin Ruan moved away the hand that was supporting his head, sat up, frowned and looked at the man holding a cup of tea.

Sensing Qin Ruan's gaze, Mr. Huo slowly raised his unwavering eyes. When he saw Qin Ruan, his eyes revealed warmth and doting.

He waved and patted the place next to him.

Qin Ruan stood up and walked towards him, smelling the cold fragrance of tea filling the hall.

She sat next to the third master, staring at his bare wrist, and asked her doubts: "Where are the Buddhist beads?"

Huo Yunji lowered his eyes and finally understood why this girl frowned.

He put down the tea cup in his hand, picked up the handkerchief on the table and wiped his hands. His tone was casual and flat: "I left the company a few days ago."

Qin Ruan held the third master's wrist, his face still not happy.

Huo Yunqian threw the handkerchief on the table and raised his hand to caress her face: "Don't be upset, I will take you out to relax tomorrow."

Qin Ruan raised his eyes and looked at him: "Where are you going?"

The third master sighed softly: "Go and pick up the two ancestors at home."

The Qin family picked up Huo Yao and Huo Anqi a few days ago, and the house was quite quiet. This morning, my father-in-law called to say that the two little boys were clamoring to come back.

Thinking of the rare peace these days, Mr. San decided to pick up people tomorrow.

He held Qin Ruan in his arms and touched her swollen belly. He moved his hands carefully and showed affection everywhere.

Then the hand moved away, came to Qin Ruan's lower back, and gently massaged her.

Qin Ruan, whose back had been sore all morning, made a low sound while being served by the third master.

The pressure under her palms was so comfortable that she couldn't refuse.

But thinking that the culprit of her backache was right in front of her, she curled her lips, closed her eyes and enjoyed the other person's apology.

A worried voice rang in my ears: "I'm getting married next month, will my body be unable to hold on?"

Qin Ruan opened his eyes, raised his head and glanced at the third master with a warm smile: "If you don't toss me twice, I can dance around at the wedding in high heels for a whole day."

I don’t know what’s wrong with this guy, he looks like a young boy who has had a sexual addiction.

Every now and then, she would have to deal with it twice. She refused in every possible way and begged for mercy in every possible way. Despite the opponent's repeated tactics, she still fell into a state of confusion.

When she was pregnant with Ayao and An Qi, she didn't see the third master being so anxious.

Mr. Huo did not reflect on the complaints. He lowered his head and kissed Qin Ruan's delicate face and whispered in her ear.

"It's just that Ruan Ruan is so tempting that I can't control myself..."

The dirty words that followed were almost life-threatening to Qin Ruan's ears.

She pushed the third master's chest, stood up and was about to leave.

(End of chapter)
Chapter completed!