Huoye, Madam Went To the Sky Bridge Again To Set Up a Stall

   Chapter 1100 You dare to make this body dirty, I will kill you!

  Song Qing held Huo Yirong's wrist with her hair in both hands, and asked excitedly, "Does Madam agree that I should come back to her?"

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

   I fantasized in the bottom of my heart, is the other party hesitating to let her come back.

  Huo Yirong frowned, his already gloomy face became more and more like water, he really couldn't understand the woman in front of him: "What a mess! Since you have already left the Huo family, you have no right to come back!"

  Song Qing's face was full of anticipation that it instantly vanished. She squeezed Huo Yirong's wrists with a little force, and turned them around and controlled them in her hands. She said with a calm expression, "Stay away from me!"

   Neuropathy, made her excited for nothing!

  Huo Yirong's dark eyes drooped slightly, looking at his red wrist, the light in the bottom of his eyes was dim, as if a storm was brewing.

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

  Song Qing rolled his eyes at him: "I live well, I won't die even if you die."

   She is a demon, how could she die so easily.

  Humans have a lifespan of only a hundred years, and she has a lifespan of thousands of years. How can the two be compared.

   Seeing that Song Qing was becoming more and more reticent, Huo Qiang shouted sharply, "Song Qing!"

  Huo Yirong leaned over slightly, stretched out his hand to grab Song Qing's neck, his voice was as low as a puppet in hell: "Do you really think I dare not kill you?"

   The hand he was holding Song Qing's neck was slowly tightening.

   The ruthlessness of the attack is really to kill.

  Song Qing is not someone who just sits and waits for death. Feeling that it is difficult to breathe, she stares at him with cold eyes that are almost the same as Huo Yirong, and a killing intent flashes in the depths of her eyes.

  Something that wants to kill her, without asking who the master of her A Qing is!

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

   The next moment, she stood up from the ground, twisted her arm to her back with a backhand, and imprisoned the opponent's other hand, replacing Huo Yirong.

  I didn't expect that Song Qing would really do it, Huo Yirong and Huo Qiang both looked stunned.

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

  Song Qing was his former subordinate after all, and he didn't want to watch 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 low laughter sounded from Huo Yirong's thin lips.

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

   Huo Qiang and Song Qing looked at him in confusion, the former looked strange, the latter was stunned, his eyes seemed to be insane.

  Huo Yirong's skills are also good, but he didn't expect Song Qing to really dare to follow suit. After laughing at the dog, he neatly broke free from Song Qing's shackles, pinched the back of Song Qing's neck with his backhand, and pulled the person in front of him.

   He smiled and said coldly, "Song Qing, what exactly do you want to do?"

   This time, I didn't feel the murderous aura released from him, Song Qing replied seriously: "Go back to the lady and serve."

  Huo Yirong looked at her with exploratory eyes, and suddenly let out a low laugh, the laughter was cold to the bone, coupled with his handsome face full of sneers, it was a bit coquettish, and it made people feel chills down their spines.

  Song Qing frowned, "What are you laughing at?"

  Huo Yirong looked at her long hair with a high ponytail, loosened the back of her neck, and reached out to Huo Qiang beside her.

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

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

   "Ah Qing!" Song Qing replied without thinking.

  Huo Yirong murmured the word "A Qing", stared at her face that was not respectful, even a little arrogant and domineering, and asked, "Who is Song Qing?"

   As soon as he heard this, Song Qing understood that the other party found that she was different from the other personality. Now that they have not fully integrated, she hesitated: "It's me too, but she fell asleep."

   This is very contradictory, but Huo Yirong understands it.

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

   "Marry a fart!" Song Qing couldn't hold back the swear words, and then explained: "She is me, I am her, we are one!"

Huo Yirong walked to Song Qing's body, leaned slightly, leaned close to her ear, and her low voice was mixed with coldness: "Do you know that Song Qing is already my woman? Fingers crossed, whether you are her or not, if you dare to make this body dirty, I will kill you!"

   After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and covered Song Qing's soft lips.

   Looking at Qing Jun's face so close in front of her, Song Qing's eyes widened, her face full of incredulity, her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

   Her body was tense, and a messy memory of that night with this person emerged in her mind.

   Just when she was about to fight back, 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 remember."

  's voice was low and hoarse and cold, with a bit of sultry ambiguity hidden in it.

  Song Qing patted his hand on his lips, and said with disgust: "Your skills are really poor, I don't want to have anything to do with you again in this life!"

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

  It hurts so much!

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

   It is unacceptable in the bottom of my heart for any man to be so suspicious and provocative.

   "No?" Huo Yirong licked the fangs hidden in his mouth and stared at Song Qing coldly.

   After looking at it for a long time, he turned his head and instructed Huo Qiang, "Go and call Dr. Chen!"

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

  If this body is really occupied by dual personalities, why does Ah Qing in front of him know what happened to him and Song Qing that night.

   Just by what the other party just said, he can twist her neck for no reason.

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

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

   She looked up at the gloomy sky, and suddenly fell to one knee on the ground, doing a very weird kneeling salutation.

   She raised her hands above her head and pointed her fingers to a certain position in the sky, which seemed to be an ancient etiquette.

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

   "Stop her!"

   As soon as Huo Yirong gave the order, Huo Qiang rushed up immediately.

   Just when he was about to touch Song Qing's shoulder, he was bounced off by a nameless powerful force, and his body was thrown several meters away.

   "Boom!"

   Huo Qiang's sturdy body of about 1.8 meters fell to the ground.

  Huo Yirong's pupils shrank suddenly, he raised his feet and walked quickly towards Song Qing.

  The other secret guards who were hiding in the courtyard appeared one after another, and they rushed towards Song Qing in a swarm, trapping him in the encirclement in the blink of an eye.

   (end of this chapter)