Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 626 I Only Have You (53)

"Okay! I won't talk nonsense with you, tell him to come out! Immediately!"

"Uncle Song, I advise you not to be so aggressive."

The gentle and beautiful girl said softly, "Those who push themselves too far will be punished."

He was born but not raised, and never fulfilled the responsibility of a father.

Now she proposes that she is willing to pay his maintenance for the rest of his life, so that he can enjoy his old age in peace, which is considered as the utmost kindness.

People who demand too much and are too greedy will really go to hell after death.

The little fairy tilted her head slightly, and the redness in her eyes flashed.

"What did you say!?"

Song Zhiqiang was instantly enraged by her words, and slapped his hands, "You little bitch, how dare you curse me!?"

With a low level of education, he is the most taboo about this kind of thing.

Now that a little girl said it in a video, his anger suddenly rose.

"Shh-"

The girl with a ball head put her fingers lightly on her lips and made a quiet gesture.

With a smile in her mouth, she half-closed her eyes, looked at the hand that was frozen in mid-air, and murmured,

"How can this be called a curse?"

"This is clearly the truth."

A greedy soul with no human warmth, indeed, is the favorite food of the devils in hell.

One bite at a time, eating and swallowing alive.

Weak souls will not be reincarnated, and will suffer to death.

The more evil one does, the more morally corrupt one is, the more painful the death will be.

These are all facts.

The flower demon, symbolizing death, raised a bloodthirsty smile, and waved her hand in front of him.

A red light flashed, as if something had penetrated into his body, and quickly disappeared.

Song Zhiqiang's eyes were dull and motionless, as if he had turned into a puppet.

When the iron door was closed again, he suddenly came back to his senses and took a step back.

He didn't care when he kicked his own sack, he just stood there in a daze, not knowing what he was doing.

The corridors and corridors suddenly became quiet, and the deserted appearance was restored.

Song Zhiqiang stood outside the door, suddenly, his spirit felt as if he was floating in the air.

I can't concentrate and I don't know what to do.

Feeling dizzy, I just feel that I want to leave this place.

His footsteps were swaying, as if he was floating, dragging the sack, he walked slowly.

In the snow outside, a long row of footprints fell, walking farther and farther.

Yun Si returned to the warm room.

Soon, he was embraced by a strong embrace.

The soft, fragrant little curly hair rubbed against her ears, making it itchy.

The head stretched out from behind and pressed against her cheek, the gentle voice seemed to come from the chest cavity,

"Si Si drove him away, didn't she?"

His hands hugged her waist tightly, as if his whole body was about to be crushed.

Yun Si flinched uncomfortably, and hummed softly.

Just now Song Zhiqiang spoke very loudly, fearing that all the content of his speech was transmitted in.

But her voice was lowered, so he shouldn't be able to hear it.

I couldn't hear it, so I asked her the result.

He believed in her, unconditionally.

She nodded and said yes, and he didn't ask any more questions. He hugged her quietly from behind and didn't speak.

No seizures, no manias, nothing, just fine.

His nose rubbed against her face, kissing silently, as always.

Even, a hand slowly touched the corner of her sweater.

"Si Si, is that okay?"

(End of this chapter)