Author: melon crisp

Song Ci smiled bitterly. Maybe she didn't recognize him so clearly. She claimed to be rational but she was still emotional and impulsive. She knew she would leave and stay away from him, but she was still moved.

The corners of his lips twitched in a slightly mocking arc, but the eyes he looked at Yun An were so soft that even he couldn't find them.

He is special after all...

Suddenly, she remembered that the little guy who was always chasing her behind and calling her sister suddenly turned into the tall and handsome man in front of her, and she felt mixed emotions.

Especially when she listened to Yun An calling her sister in her ear over and over again, she felt strange and ashamed.

Yun An has been a little addicted since he kissed Song Ci just now. Maybe he doesn't know this in his heart, but he is very stubborn and wants to get her.

He would be afraid that Song Ci would leave, would be jealous of her being close to Fu Wenzhuo, and would be annoyed that she was equally nice to everyone.

He just wants to possess her alone. Song Ci is his and no one can touch her!

Yun An put his arms around Song Ci's waist in prayer, "Sister, please."

Song Ci didn't realize what he was talking about, but she was pressed down on the bed by the big dog in front of her. It bit her neck like a cat. It was light or not, but it gave her a numbing electric feeling.

It's both uncomfortable and not uncomfortable.

Yun An's body was hot and his lips were also hot. Song Ci's body was slightly cold. He held her in his arms and refused to let go.

"How did you become like this?" Song Ci's voice was a little hoarse, and her eyes were misty as she looked at him.

Yun An's eyes darkened, then returned to their original color in an instant, and he whispered into her neck and shoulder: "Injection."

"They injected me with a potion." It was used to restore me to my original appearance.

The obscured eyes revealed incomprehensible emotions, and complexities flashed through them.

He knew those people...

It's the guys from the laboratory.

But he didn't plan to tell Song Ci, knowing that this matter would not be beneficial to her and might even put her in danger.

"Sister, I'm so tired, let's go to bed." Yun An acted coquettishly to Song Ci.

He is inherently beautiful. Although his appearance is very different from when he was a child, he is still exquisite and incomparable. His voice is very sweet and irresistible.

After Song Ci fell asleep, Yun An slowly opened his eyes. Those eyes were as dark as a wolf, emitting a faint dark light.

The man in the sweatshirt holding the umbrella was standing beside their bed.

"roll."

Yun An's face was very cold, and he moved his thin lips and spit out a cold word. With a wave of his hand, the man in the black sweatshirt in front of him turned into star powder and disappeared in the air before he could take action.

Fu Wenzhuo found Song Ci's itinerary information from the leading female police officer, quietly bought a ticket and followed him.

…

When Song Ci woke up the next day, Yun An was no longer around the bed.

He stretched out his hand to check the temperature of the bed next to him. It was cold. It looked like he had left early.

Song Ci felt an indescribable disappointment in her heart, but for just a moment, she immediately got out of bed and prepared something. Inside the suitcase was the wedding dress that Qianluo had prepared for Junjun a long time ago.

She carried the high-end gift box and went out. She didn't know why but the sky suddenly turned dark. It wasn't the dimness of a cloudy and rainy day, but a dark and depressing one. A gust of wind blew in the air from time to time.

The smoke on the ground was blown up, and a white mist appeared. For a moment, the smoke was hazy, and the sky was full of yellow paper.

She stood in the middle of this wide road, and even the surrounding scenery and buildings were blurred.

She heard a loud suona not far away, and the cold wind blew harder. Some yellow papers brushed her cheeks. She raised her sleeves to try to cover them. The cuffs of her coat were bulging and white.

The hem of her skirt flew up, revealing her long, white and tender legs.

Some thoughts flashed in Song Ci's eyes.

The voice seemed to be right next to her ears. She put down her sleeves and tried to open her eyes. The sedan with complicated patterns appeared in front of her.

A few kiddies are carrying the sedan below.

Song Ci immediately changed his face and pretended to be frightened, "Ghost, ghost... ghost!"

She turned around to run away, but was instantly held down by the ghost in front of her. A dark light flashed in Song Ci's eyes. She originally pretended to miss her and broke away, but suddenly changed her focus, appearing panicked and weak.

The girl was wearing a white dress, as clean and pure as a jasmine flower in this windy weather and a place full of ghosts.

She hesitated, and her voice could be heard to be trembling, "You, who are you!"

"Don't come here, let me go!"

The girl was about to cry.

Yellow paper was flying all over the sky, and the ghost beat the gong and sent Song Ci to the sedan chair.

"You have touched our wife's invitation, so come with us."

After the man finished speaking, he pushed Song Ci forward, and she fell in without paying attention. Instantly, she was choked by the smell of rotting corpses in the dumplings and tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes.

When he saw the bloody stump inside, he was so frightened that he turned pale and immediately closed his eyes and leaned against the corner of the sedan.

"What is this place."

"Go back to the Flower Hall."

The voice came from in front of him. Song Ci immediately opened his eyes, only to see the bloody, unrecognizable corpse in a gorgeous robe standing up!

she……

The girl was so anxious that she almost choked.
Chapter completed!