Zongling Biography

Chapter 670

She wanted to go out to get some air, the atmosphere in this room made her feel so stuffy that she was about to suffocate.

As soon as she got up, Zong Musui said to himself: "It turns out that even if I turned into this ghostly appearance, you wouldn't stop for a second."

"I'm just going out for a walk, I'll be right back, you can rest for a while!"

The sound of her walking was very soft, and Zong Musui's eyes followed her figure until she heard the sound of closing the door.

He smiled wryly. He originally wanted to ease up with her, but he didn't expect to be messed up by himself again.

For so many years, it seems that there has never been such an awkward time, and I don't know why it suddenly became like this.

Ji Sijiu turned around after arriving at the door, finally walked into the garden, and said to the bodyguard standing guard, "Is there any smoke?"

The bodyguard nodded expressionlessly, his movements stiff like a machine.

Ji Sijiu reached out to him, "Give me one."

The bodyguard took out a box from the pocket of his trousers and put it in Ji Sijiu's hand, "Give it all to you!"

Ji Sijiu thanked him and walked to the garden swing alone.

She lit one, and suddenly the whole body was filled with smoke.

She squinted her eyes to look at the moon through the smoke, adding a layer of hazy beauty.

Sometimes, this can really reduce stress.

She knew that this habit was not good, but there was always a kind of addiction that hooked her.

Whenever she thinks about something or is in a bad mood, she needs this to relieve her stress.

She raised her head and exhaled white air, her eyes narrowed immediately, she smiled and thought about what Zong Musui said.

Maybe, she is really a timid person!

Wrapped in a hard shell, but the heart is extremely fragile.

Knowing that there is no result, he is unwilling to try anyway, wasting the process.

She looked up at the room with warm yellow lights, who the hell is he?

How many secrets does he have that he doesn't know?
It seemed that he was not as transparent as he knew, as if he suddenly felt so small in front of him.

When Chang Luohe was playing here last time, there was a crowd outside the door. Chang Luohe's body was scraped into rags by branches, and there were bloodstains all over his body, but he was unscathed.

When he found himself looking at them on the window sill, his arm was only slightly injured, and now thinking about it, it was so deliberate.

The most important thing was his unintentional actions today. How did he know what happened in the house that day?
This feeling of terrified thought crawled all over his body like ants.

At that time, he suddenly cheated on the corpse. At that time, was he no longer the original Zong Musui?
It was as if everything had changed that night.

She remembered that he stretched out a hand to her in the pouring rain, and he said, "Jiu'er, I'm back."

When she stubbed out the second cigarette, she found that she had already burst into tears.

Did she miss him so much, so these trivial clues had to be tied together abruptly?
If he was him, why didn't he say it?
These questions became a mess in her mind, and she couldn't figure it out no matter how hard she tried.

At this time, a person ran towards him, she waited for him to approach against the light, and then she saw that it was Yi Qing.

He was sweating profusely while running in the freezing winter, panting, "Miss Ji, why are you here? I've been looking for you for a long time."

"I'll come out to cool off, I'll give him the medicine after I buy it!"

Yi Qing wondered: "The boss smashed the medicine bowl and refused to drink it anyway, why don't you go and persuade him?"

(End of this chapter)