The three strong men noticed that Song Jing's aura suddenly became murderous, and they hurriedly backed away on guard, fearing that the boss would get angry and kill the three of them to vent his anger.
The blood-colored rose fire paint seal is a mark that uniquely belongs to that man.
Song Jinglen opened the envelope with a sullen face, and inside was a piece of light-colored letter paper with a hint of rose scent.
Song Jing took out the letter paper and a photo slipped out from the back of the letter paper.
There are only two people in the photo, Song Jing and Shi Yan.
The two of them were standing next to Shi Yan's big car. Song Jing looked indifferent, but he slightly raised his beautiful eyes and looked sideways at Shi Yan, with a hint of amusement in his indifferent expression.
And Shi Yan lowered his eyes to look at her, his face was unparalleled and affectionate, and there was a slight smile at the corner of his mouth. Anyone with eyes could tell at a glance what he was thinking about the little girl standing next to him.
Song Jing's eyes were cold and sinister. He leaned over to pick up the photo and stuffed it into his pocket before unfolding the letter.
The letter paper is written in regular cursive font with black pen.
-Jing, seeing a letter is like meeting.
Tonight I sing quietly in my little building, waiting quietly for your arrival. -
This man always prefers the culture of Feng Country, and he loves to show off every day for several years!
Song Jing crumpled the letter into a ball and threw it into the trash can with an expressionless expression, and took a step forward. The three strong men next to him were startled and shrank into the corner.
Song Jing didn't even look at the three of them anymore, opened the rolling shutter door and walked out.
By now it was getting dark, and dim street lights were on on both sides of the old road.
It is difficult to take a taxi on such an old road, but there are many on the roadside.
Song Jing walked some distance away, chose a barbecue stall with the best business, took two large vegetable baskets of meat, and found a random table to sit down.
The person she was going to meet tonight would greatly affect her appetite, so she might as well eat first before going.
Ding Jia and Xiang Wenxing walked into Yunda Express. The three strong men who had just breathed a sigh of relief were shocked again. At first glance, these people were not easy to get along with.
"You...what are you doing?"
Ding Jia glanced around, walked directly to the trash can, and picked up the crumpled letter paper.
"Brother Xiang." Xiang Wenxing took the letter and did not read the content without permission. He only glanced at the three strong men and sighed in his heart. Sister Jing's attack was indeed simple and rough. Looking at the injuries on the three strong men,
He felt pain, "If you want to survive, it's best for you to pretend that what just happened never happened. Do you understand?"
"I understand." The three strong men nodded and bowed in response. The one who had been stabbed had to cover his wound. If it weren't for his fat body, he would have collapsed due to excessive blood loss.
Xiang Wenxing took the letter back and handed it to Shi Yan in the car, "Brother Yan, this is what Sister Jing left."
Shi Yan was sitting in the seat on the right, and through the car window he could see Song Jing sitting at a roadside stall eating barbecue.
She just ate a table of meat in the afternoon, and now she's eating so much barbecue. Is there a bottomless pit hidden in her stomach?
Shi Yan lowered his eyes and looked away, glancing at the letter handed to him.
"Jing?" Shi Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly smiled, "The call was quite affectionate."
The temperature in the car suddenly dropped to freezing point. Xiang Wenxing tensed his back, frightened by his smile, and carefully sat on the driver's seat, not daring to breathe.
"Qingming Xiaozhu, wait for your arrival." The smile on Shi Yan's face gradually faded, his eyes were as cold as snow-capped mountains, and he sneered coldly, "Wen Wen, why are you pretending to be an idiot like me?"
Is this the person Song Jing is engaged to?
It seems that Song Jing's vision is not very good either.
Shi Yan casually crumpled the letter into a ball, opened the car window, and threw it out the window.
"Brother Yan, then...are we still following Sister Jing?" Xiang Wenxing asked tentatively.
Still following?
Song Jing was going on a date with her fiancé, why would he go with her? To humiliate himself?
Shi Yan leaned back on the chair and lowered his eyes solemnly.
Not to mention whether he should continue to follow, he actually couldn't explain why he followed Song Jing to this point.
Now that you've followed us here, let's take another look.
If Song Jing kisses her fiancé and becomes emotionally intimate, he will...
Shi Yan suddenly clenched his fists, what would he do?
"Brother Yan?"
"Follow." Shi Yan calmed down his emotions and turned to look out the car window at Song Jing, who was sitting at a roadside stall eating barbecue. "It would not be a good idea to ask her to meet in this way."
After Song Jing finished the barbecue, he walked out of the dilapidated road here and stopped a taxi. "Master, go to Qingming Xiaozhu."
The taxi driver searched the navigation system and said, "Beauty, Qingming Xiaozhu is a bit far away. I used the meter from here and can only come back empty. You have to pay me extra for the return trip."
"How many?"
"I won't give you random bids, just give me an extra sixty."
"Can."
"Dele." The master drove the car out with satisfaction.
Song Jing leaned on the back seat of the car and took out the photo in his pocket.
From the background of the photo, you can probably tell that this photo was taken at the entrance of Haicheng Experimental Middle School.
This pervert arranged for her to monitor her surroundings. She had eliminated so many people, but she didn't expect that some of them had slipped through the net.
After Song Jing got in the car, the window was left open, and the wind blowing from the window suddenly blew the photo in her hand out and floated to the driver's seat.
The taxi driver picked up the photo and handed it back to her, smiling and saying, "Beauty, is the person in the photo your boyfriend? You two are a perfect match."
Song Jing paused as he took the photo, lowered his eyes and gave a faint hum.
"What a talented man and beautiful woman." The taxi driver sighed again.
Song Jing put the photo into his backpack and said nothing.
The taxi drove onto the highway out of the city, and as it went forward, the night became darker and darker.
Finally, the car got off the highway and drove along the road for a while, finally stopping in front of a house that looked like a B&B at the foot of a mountain.
There are many small lanterns hanging around the house, and there are also wind lanterns hanging in the yard. The foot of the mountain at this late night does not seem so quiet and scary, but rather has a poetic and distant feel.
The taxi driver couldn't help but sigh in his heart that young people nowadays really know how to enjoy themselves, so he drove back. On the way out, he saw a big car parked on the side of the mountain road and was a little surprised. He thought to himself, could this be where we were going?
What kind of resort is this for vacation?
Song Jing didn't call anyone, he just pushed open the wooden gate of the courtyard and walked in.
When the men in black patrolling the yard saw her, they all stopped and bowed respectfully.
Song Jingquan pretended not to notice, glanced at the lighted area of the small building, went directly to the open-air stairs outside the small building, and climbed to the roof of the third floor of the small building.
There are many seasonal flowers planted on the roof, which are all blooming beautifully at this time of year. The maids in maid uniforms were waiting at the stairs. When they saw Song Jing coming up, they all bowed and saluted.
Song Jing looked past them and towards the man sitting behind a rectangular solid wood table in front of the roof.
The man was wearing a dark dress and a crimson bow tie. His long golden hair shawled down to his waist, making his face as beautiful as the moon even more charming.
He is like an archangel who accidentally fell from the kingdom of angels to the mortal world. He is sacred, handsome and elegant.
But Song Jing knew that this man was no bullshit angel at all.
He is a real pervert!
"Huo Chengxuan, where did you get the photos of my parents?"
"Jing, today is my thirtieth birthday." Huo Chengxuan stretched out his hand, with an indulgent smile on his beautiful face, "Come to me."
"Your birthday is none of my business." Song Jing looked indifferent and put the bag and the wolf cub aside, took out the dagger from his pocket and walked over, "I asked you a question, you answer it well, otherwise I will do it today
Die to you."
"You." Huo Chengxuan smiled lowly, shook his head and sighed in a doting manner, took the gun from the man next to him, turned the handle of the gun to Song Jing's side, and pointed the muzzle at himself, "My little Qingming
It seems like an uninvited guest has come to Zhu. Jing, it’s not difficult for you to know the news related to your parents. As long as you deal with this uninvited guest for me first, I will tell you all the news I know right away."
Song Jing stared at him expressionlessly, took the gun in his hand, "You'd better keep your word."
"Of course." Huo Chengxuan stood up and looked at the small courtyard downstairs with a smile, "I will never lie to you, I just want to see if you are willing to shoot."
Song Jing frowned and looked at the door of the small courtyard downstairs.
Shi Yan pushed open the door with Xiang Wenxing and Jiayi, and behind them were more than twenty of Huo Chengxuan's men carrying weapons.
Xiang Wenxing and Jiayi's expressions were tense, and they guarded Shi Yan tightly.
The look on Shi Yan's face was cold and calm.
After entering the small courtyard, he looked up to the roof of the building. He and Song Jing looked at each other from a distance, looking into each other's eyes.