Chapter 208 Substitute Marriage: Warlord Marshal VS First Actress (10)

Author: melon crisp

Ren Qinian said nothing but looked at Song Ci strangely, "Why are you here?"

"Why don't I..." Before he finished speaking, Song Ci noticed this place, it was not Dongyuan but Xiyuan.

He actually walked to the door of Ren Qinian's room!

Song Ci suddenly felt a little annoyed. He had just walked from the pavilion and was a little annoyed, so he didn't notice which way he was walking. He actually turned this way. This incident alone was enough to make him angry.

Song Ci turned around without saying anything. As soon as he left, Ren Qinian held his hand and said, "Wait a minute."

Song Ci's eyes were filled with impatience, "What are you going to do again?"

Ren Qinian handed him the exquisite and high-end box in his hand, "It's made of white marble."

Song Ci looked at the box in his hand and looked up at him, "What?"

"hairpin."

When Song Ci heard what he said, he immediately returned the things to him, "No need, I choose them myself, I don't need your things."

Ren Qinian seemed to sigh helplessly, reaching out to press the back of his neck, "No, my godfather picked it out all afternoon."

"My dad?"

"Yeah." Ren Qinian handed the things to him again.

Song Ci looked at him and took the box with some doubts in his eyes. Since it was his father who chose it, forget it, he still took it.

Ren Qinian raised his head and glanced at the moon in the sky. Today is the middle of the month. The moon is round, round and bright, and there are many stars.

"It's getting late, you should go back and have a rest early."

As soon as I lowered my gaze, there was already no one around.

There seemed to be a hint of weirdness in those eyes immersed in black, and then a smile appeared on his face and the corners of his lips curled up.

…

Song Ci opened the thing and looked at it. Although it was simple, it was very delicate. One end of the hairpin was a gardenia carved in white marble, which was vivid.

Song Ci imagined that the man's porcelain face would look good paired with the warm white jade. His father had really good taste.

Song Ci thought about going to see Shen Yu the next day, but in vain. People in the theater troupe said that he would go to the hospital to see his brother on this day every week.

Song Ci wanted to ask for the address of the hospital, but unfortunately they didn't know it. Shen Yu never told them about it.

Song Ci met Zhou Tairong when he went back. It wasn't that he met him, but he saw him with a small woman on the road.

They looked familiar. She was the girl from yesterday. Song Ci had no interest in seeing them. She got in the car and was about to leave. She only knew that Zhou Tairong had dog eyes. He immediately saw Song Ci and came directly over.

Song Ci felt that she couldn't leave under Zhou Tairong's nose, otherwise she would appear to be afraid of him.

"My little nephew, are you here?" Zhou Tairong patted him on the shoulder, knowing that Song Ci hated him but he still wanted to get closer to him, "Hey, look this way, you just came out of Jinguiyuan, right?"

"What's that in your hand? Come and see it for me?" Zhou Tairong politely tried to take away the box in Song Ci's hand.

Song Ci ducked away, and at that moment Zhou Tairong smelled a scent in a trance. It was like flowers but not cold but surprisingly good. His eyes narrowed and he was a little addicted. "Did you also spray perfume? What? My little nephew, this is

I met that beautiful girl and introduced her to my uncle."

Song Ci's face turned dark, she raised her hand and slapped him, her eyes were as cold as winter snow, "Zhou Tairong, you are looking for trouble, right?"

Zhou Tairong was stunned by the slap just now, and Hua'er was also looking at this stern-faced young man in a daze.

Zhou Tairong touched the hot soft flesh on his cheek with the tip of his tongue and narrowed his eyes, "Are you so angry?"

Song Ci just looked hard at the red mark on Zhou Tairong's face and sneered, "Why, you still want to see me pull out a gun, huh?"

Zhou Tairong looked at the coldness in Song Ci's eyes. The ends of his eyes were stained with a trace of crimson due to anger just now, and his lips also changed from the original light pink to red. This look looks prettier than a woman, and it's easy to have a cold face.

Arouse hope in others.

Especially when he heard Song Ci's last sentence, Zhou Tairong smiled. There was an invisible emotion in his eyes, and he felt a little excited when he thought of that scene of Blood Moon Star.

"Okay." Zhou Tairong didn't even care about the flowers at this moment. He walked over and pressed his shoulders, speaking in a voice that could only be heard by two people. The emotion in his eyes was incomprehensible: "Then... just use

Aim your gun at me and listen to the sound of flesh and blood...wouldn't it be great?"

Song Ci felt that Zhou Tairong was really a madman.

"Do you want to die so much?"

Zhou Tairong listened to Song Ci's increasingly cold voice. He was not afraid. He was crazy at heart. He knew that he was a natural alien since he was a child. He had no heart and could not feel emotion.

When he was a child, he didn't even shed a single tear the day his mother died. He even wondered why he didn't feel anything when others were crying. At that time, he wanted to die for a while, but looking at their frightened expressions, he found it interesting.

It was so bad that when he was a child, he decided to make those who treated him badly pay the price, but over time he felt it was boring.

He has been pretending until now. He has been pretending to be affectionate for a long time. Sometimes he thinks he is really in love, but he knows that he has never been touched.

But just now, he was in trouble because of Song Ci's words. He didn't care about that slap, and even had faint fluctuations because of that slap, imagining that his blood was scattered on that cold face that looked like the snow of Kunlun Mountain.

Will he remain as indifferent as he is now?

Zhou Tairong touched his back molars with the tip of his tongue, and his Adam's apple rolled subconsciously. He was the same height as Song Ci, and their eyes met his.
Chapter completed!