Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Chapter 1171 Which World is Song Jingwan

"Life after life, you can't die!"

"what!"

Song Yaoyao trembled suddenly and slowly opened his eyes.

She seemed to have fallen into the ice cellar, her body was very cold. When the body woke up, the soul seemed to be trapped in that treacherous, **** and terrifying dream.

That dream was full of blood and curses.

"Have a nightmare again?"

"call--"

Song Yaoya was trembling and snuggled deeper into Huo Yunque's arms.

"It's okay, good."

The warm and generous palm lightly patted her back, and the voice pressed to her ear was low and gentle. The invisible comfort seemed to follow his hand and hit her body.

Even the beating heart slowly calmed down.

She licked her lips, "Brother, I want to drink water."

Huo Yunque stood up and wanted to pour water, but found that the corners of his clothes were caught. He paused and shook his head helplessly, "You--"

When the voice fell, she bends down and hugs Song Yaoya, taking her to pour water.

On the sofa, Song Yao nestled in Huo Yunque's arms and sipped water, his pale face gradually became a little bloody.

Huo Yunque took a towel and wiped the sweat from her forehead, "What dream do you have?"

Song Yao's eyelashes are hanging down, holding a water glass, "A terrible dream, and also absurd."

It's ridiculous to think about it.

This time, she clearly saw the faces of the three people in the dream.

The water cup was pulled from his hand, and Song Yaoya spread his hand.

Her palms are small and soft, and the palms are white and tender. At first glance, she is the kind of pampering and gentleman who has never done heavy work.

It is clean and dust-free.

But she can still recall the feeling of the sticky and warm blood that covered her entire palm in her dream.

She has been dumbfounded since waking up, as if lost her soul.

Huo Yunque kissed her hair spin silently, and stretched out his hand to cover her eyes, "I don't want to anymore, everything is mine, eh?"

Song Yaoya grabbed his hand and came down to play.

"Really weird dream, so real... so real, I even think it happened real."

She never told outsiders that she had lost a memory.

So, will this dream be the part she lost?

…

It was pouring rain in the dream, and Song Yaoya can still remember the feeling of palpitations when the thunder sounded. The rain is heavy, as if the sky has broken through a hole.

However, in reality, it is like the morning sun rises, the sky is clear and the temperature is right.

Song Yaoya stood on the stairs and looked out, the servants were doing the cleaning, and Uncle Zhang shuttled through the hall, seriously directing something. The sunlight jumped in from the window and fell on the clean floor, reflecting the brilliant brilliance.

Dreams are weird, distorted, and bloody.

The reality is clean, warm and bright.

In the dream and outside the dream, there are two completely different worlds.

It's been comfortable for too long, Song Yaoyao thought, she should also get out of her comfort zone.

…

Hospitals, wards.

The small fruit knife peeled off the peel flexibly in Song Yaoya's hands. She cut the peeled apple into small pieces and placed it on the fruit tray, playing with a long string of unbroken peels.

Xu Yue eats slowly, eating an apple in a minute or two.

"How come you want to investigate Song Jingwan?"

Song Yaoya laughed without answering, "Who told you? Huo Jiu?"

"cough--"

Xu Yue looked inexplicable, she was embarrassed, "Don't blame him if you hear it accidentally."

"Oh?" Song Yaoya dropped the peel and suddenly leaned forward, propping his chin to look at Xu Yue for a while, "Are you pleading for him? What is the relationship between the two of you?"

Her eyes were burning, and her eyes were black and white, as if nothing could escape her eyes.

Xu Yue's eyes flickered, and she uttered two words hard, "enemy!"

"Then I should punish him even more. These little things can't be handled well, and the level of business has declined." Song Yaoyao asked Xu Yue, wanting to laugh or not, "You said, do you use his whip? Or is it better to fire him directly? "

"Why are you—" Xu Yue's eyelids twitched, and she turned her head swiftly, before she met Song Yaoyao's smiling eyes. At this moment, why didn't she understand that she was being tricked? "you're so boring!"

There are simply too many slots.

"Yes, it's really boring these days."

Song Yaoya sat back, not teasing Xu Yue again. She hasn't forgotten that Xu Yue is still an injury, and her mood should not fluctuate.

"True." There was a knock on the door outside.

Song Yaoya turned his head and saw the black figure through the glass on the door.

She stood up and greeted Xu Yue at random, "I have something to do, let's go now."

Xu Yue always felt that something was hidden in Song Yaoya's heart, moved her lips, and finally didn't say anything, just nodded.

Song Yaoyao has always been a person who doesn't like to keep things in her heart. If there is anything that can make her feel distressed, it must be a big problem that can't be solved.

Even she couldn't solve it, even if Xu Yue knew it, she wouldn't be able to help.

"Miss Song."

Huo Jiu handed the document to Song Yaoyao, and quickly glanced through the glass to look inside the ward.

Xu Yue was also looking in this direction curiously. The two eyes met through the glass. Almost instantly, his eyes seemed to be scalded. Xu Yue turned her head and pulled up the quilt to cover her head.

Huo Jiu: "..."

"Where's upstairs?"

Huo Jiu immediately returned to his mind and bowed his head respectfully: "It has been prepared according to your instructions, and the monitoring in the ward has also been closed."

"Then go."

…

Quietly in the corridor, the entire twelfth floor looked around, but no one was seen.

As if isolated from the entire world, abandoned by the world.

"Click—"

After the slight opening of the door, the world fell silent again.

As a result, every sound will be infinitely amplified.

The chair was dragged, and finally stopped in front of the hospital bed, with the rustling noise of the cloth rubbing.

Under Zhou Manli's sunken eyelids, her eyes rolled.

Song Yaoya didn't seem to see it. After finishing all this, he opened the file bag in his hand.

Zhou Manli opened her eyes and saw her beginning to scream. If she could hear her clearly, Song Yaoyao was sure that what she was talking about must be some unbearable vicious curse.

"Don't worry, your bodyguard and caregiver were all taken away by me. We are the only two of us on the entire twelfth floor."

Song Yaoya smiled and flicked the photo. Above it was a photo of Zhou Manli and Song Jingwan.

"How old is Song Jingwan at this time? Eight years old? Nine years old?" Song Yaoyao pinched up the photo and showed it to Zhou Manli.

Zhou Manli's mouth was still cursing. When she touched the photo, she dodged for a while, and then her voice became sharper and extremely unpleasant.

"She is the same as me, does she have a heart attack?"

"Ah -" Zhou Manli opened her mouth, a word stuck in her throat, staring at her with her eyes widened.

Very good, quiet.

Song Yaoyao was even more curious, "But the information I got shows that Song Jingwan has always been healthy. So, which world Song Jingwan got this heart disease from?" She raised her lips, smiling innocently and innocently. .

(End of this chapter)