Trafford’s Trading Club

After all, Song Ying is just an ordinary person. At best, she is just a girl who has exercised and has strong physical strength.

The cold environment quickly took away her strength.

Like a patient suffering from narcolepsy, Song Ying's eyes were struggling between closing and not closing... She hugged Luo Qiu and never separated her from the beginning.

Perhaps it was an instinctive desire to survive. They didn't have any bad thoughts, they just wanted to keep each other warm.

"Porridge……"

"Porridge?"

Luo Qiu's body was also at the limit of endurance. This time he made a temporary decision to feel the fear of death, but he found that he had not experienced such a thing at all.

He actually 'died' once when he was shot by a customer during his first transaction, but he was immediately resurrected in the club.

Probably because the concept of 'immortality' has already been in the subconscious mind for a long time, so even the subconscious mind will not feel fear of death... It seems that this experience is a bit useless, and I probably won't do such unnecessary experiences in the future. .

The brain is like two completely split halves, one side is rational thinking, and the other side is perceptual experience. Reason, on the other hand, is analyzing this perceptual experience all the time.

In fact, in the end, Luo Qiu failed to truly understand his own nature.

"White porridge...I know, it was you who made it that morning..."

"Yeah." Now that he had been exposed, Luo Qiu admitted the matter very frankly.

Song Ying could hardly open her eyes at this time, and said weakly: "I, how long have we been here...?"

"It's been quite a long time, almost an hour."

"Less than an hour?" Song Ying seemed a little surprised, but she seemed to be talking in her sleep: "It seems... a year has passed."

"Maybe you can think of some happy things." Luo Qiu suggested.

Song Ying didn't realize that Luo Qiu's voice was so stable from beginning to end. His body was obviously trembling, but she couldn't feel it at all when he spoke.

Song Ying smiled bitterly, "Happy things... will only happen for a while..."

Luo Qiu's eyes suddenly turned, and he quickly glanced at a shelf of goods in the refrigerator, and then said softly: "Isn't it a happy thing when you are with your family? You can count the days, and happy things are natural That’s okay too.”

"That... would be too much... too much..." Song Ying had already subconsciously laid her head on Luo Qiu's shoulder, "From the time I can remember... until my parents passed away... I tell you, Shudu Too many to count.”

"Can you tell me something?" Luo Qiu suddenly grabbed Song Ying's palm.

She suddenly felt a little bit of lukewarmness, but her body still felt uncomfortable. It was just that her consciousness could not feel the pain of the severe cold at this time, but at the same time she was very tired. This was a very strange state.

"I remember one time when I was in kindergarten... there was a dancing competition..."

Song Ying spoke slowly about some of the memories she had hidden away for a long time... Perhaps it was because of the approaching death that she did not deliberately think too much about what should and should not be done.

As long as you can think about it again, as long as you can say it once, in such an environment, no one will have too much... Rather than saying this to Luo Qiu, it is better to say that it is said to himself. things.

The things on your mind, the past things hidden in your heart.

"There are many, many more... I can't explain it..." Song Ying suddenly opened her eyes and smiled sadly, "I have said so much... shouldn't you also say something?"

Luo Qiu suddenly said: "Actually, there is something I can't figure out. That night you told me... you said you wanted to keep me, and even marriage could be used as a means... for what purpose?"

Song Ying was startled. She didn't know if it was because of the poor environment in the refrigerator room and the cold that her memory was confused because she remembered the reason and she should have said it once.

But why did Luo Qiu ask again?

I don’t want to think about it... At this time, it is extremely difficult just to keep myself awake. Song Ying subconsciously said: "I told you... what happened after my parents left... At that time, I Lying on the hospital bed, I was actually awake... coming over. But instead, my grandpa sat next to me alone... lonely and lonely. The leader of the Song family could only cry helplessly at that time. "

"I don't want the same thing to happen again in the future..."

"Finding you is grandpa's biggest wish in his life, so...so I will think of keeping you..."

"The Song family... If the Song family can clean up their innocence, they won't have to face so many enemies... So I will keep working hard. Even if I am exhausted and paralyzed, it is still a very happy thing for me... …”

"I know...I know that although my grandpa loves me very much, he still has the idea of ​​​​preferring boys over girls...but actually I don't mind. He favors boys over girls because...because he feels that men should fight against hard things... And the women of the Song family should stay at home and be safe..."

"Actually... I have never thought about proving that I am better than men... It's just that the Song family... there is really no one in the Song family... such a big foundation... only my uncle can inherit it..."

Song Ying smiled bitterly: "You also know, my uncle's... character... He, he can't safely keep the inheritance of grandpa... I know that uncle has his own ideas... He may not care about the Song family. Wealth. He may be able to create another Song family that is more powerful than the current Song family in the future... But I can't..."

"I don't have that talent... No matter how hard I try... No matter how much time I spend on work... I, I don't have that talent... I can only barely maintain the current scale of the Song Dynasty... I can only I can barely replace my uncle to protect my grandfather's inheritance..."

"I'm so tired...I'm really tired..."

"So I think...I think if there is one more person at this time...at this time...one more you..."

"You also have the blood of the Song family...you are a descendant of my grandfather's brother...you are actually more qualified than me..."

"When grandpa told me about this... I hesitated for a long time... But actually, in fact, this is really the most effective way to solve the Song family's current predicament..."

"Marriages in rich families don't have much happiness to speak of... Marriages between families and alliances between strong and strong are even more relaxed and ordinary... Compared to them... I'm actually a little luckier... At least, at least, at least Really...I don't hate you very much...and Gan Hong also has a reason to stay by your side...I rarely see her looking so relaxed..."

"But you are really... irritating... I am impatient and you are always tepid... I won't say it anymore. If you talk too much, I will get angry again..."

"Actually... you just asked me what I would most like to do after going out. I said I wanted a glass of warm water, but I was actually lying to you... If I could go out, what would be the first thing I want to do? ...What I did was tell grandpa that I had nothing to do..."

"Are you...are you listening again...are you asleep...Luo Qiu...Luo..."

As if she had used up her last strength, she got up and raised her head, but when she looked at that calm and calm face, she found that he was looking at her with a smile.

That gentle smile, for some reason, reminded Song Ying of the time when her parents were still there when she was a child, "Actually...Actually...when you smile...you look pretty good."

She suddenly wanted to kiss this person.

But it doesn't seem to be an attraction between the opposite sex...and kissing isn't about love or lust...consciousness gradually becomes slower. Song Ying subconsciously gave up thinking and just followed her feelings.

Slowly, I wanted to kiss this smile.

She closed her eyes, and the last bit of heat in her body turned into the motivation for this action. She didn't know whether she succeeded or not. She just felt that she had gone to a very warm place.

She actually fell down suddenly.

Luo Qiu watched her approach him. He could clearly understand what Song Ying wanted to do, but in the end she fell down. Perhaps, she would fall down.

Luo Qiu supported Song Ying's body and said softly: "Leave it to someone who can give you happiness in the future... It should be about the same."

After saying that, Luo Qiu slowly lowered his head.

The cold air turned into frost, gradually covering his and her hair.

Quiet.

Quiet.

Quiet.

Deadly quiet...

Suddenly there was a roar, and the door of the refrigerator room opened. A figure rushed into the refrigerator room quickly, picked up Luo Qiu and Song Ying with one hand and then walked out quickly.

Outside the cold room, Song Haoran was seen holding the two men's backs with both hands, but he was crying, looking at Song Tianyou standing in front of him, and said in a low voice: "Dad... I was wrong. "

Song Tianyou just sighed, aged a bit in an instant, and whispered: "Let the doctor come over. I... I was wrong too."

…

…

Jingle Bell.

This was the sound of the breeze blowing the bell hanging by the window. The hot weather outside caused distorted scenes to float on the asphalt road, and inside the big bed in the room, Luo Qiu slowly opened his eyes.

After waking up, Luo Qiu first glanced at the bell by the window, then smiled, and then looked at Song Haoran, who was sitting silently on the sofa next to him.

He seemed to be thinking about something, but at the same time he also noticed that Luo Qiu had woken up.

Song Haoran did not get up, but still sat on the sofa. At least he looked at Luo Qiu with a forced smile, "How do you feel? Are you alive?"

"It's alive. Have we returned to the humble abode? There should be no other place with this kind of decoration style except the humble abode." Luo Qiu looked around and said.

Song Haoran was startled and asked curiously: "You don't seem to be surprised at all that you escaped from danger?"

"If this was a script that was planned from the beginning, you shouldn't be too surprised." Luo Qiu shook his head.

Song Haoran said in shock: "You...when did you find out?"

Luo Qiu said casually: "I wasn't too sure at first, but then when I was looking for butter in the refrigerator, I accidentally saw a power cord. Then I paid attention and found a camera hidden behind the shelf. .”

Song Haoran said: "A camera can't mean anything... Maybe this is just a way for Basil to threaten dad."

Luo Qiu shook his head and said: "You ordered so many people to come out when you went out in the morning, but in the end you let your enemies sneak into the red building, and even held President Bai hostage. There was not even a trace of movement in the middle, then... It’s a bit unreasonable.”

Song Haoran opened his mouth and suddenly smiled: "Xiao Luoqiu, if you were my enemy, it would be terrible."

Saying that, Song Haoran shook his head, then made a phone call and just said: "You can come in."

After a while, there was a knock on the door of the room, and then a stout middle-aged man walked in. Despite this, his face looked thin, and the overall look was extremely gloomy. The person who knocked on the door and came in, It was Basil.

Basil saw Song Haoran at this time and quickly shouted: "Young Master."

He then said to Luo Qiu: "Master Qiu!"

Luo Qiu was slightly 'surprised' and said, "Are you planning to tell me... that you know each other?"

Song Haoran made a gesture, and Basil in front of him stretched his hands to his face, and then started rubbing it for a while. Finally, 'Basil' actually tore off his face in pieces. down.

"3-printed leather mask." Song Haoran said: "It was developed using some of the techniques taught by Mr. Blind. The owner of this human face is the real Basil. But this Basil has been killed by me. .”

"When did it happen?" Luo Qiu asked curiously.

Song Haoran said: "Do you still remember when we went to Chinatown on the first day we came here? At that time, I felt a little strange about Baishuitang's attitude... I told you, my intuition It’s always accurate. So I later asked Oni and Lluvia to do some research... Although Lluvia sounds hot and looks like a female thug, she is actually a very powerful hacker~"

"Lluvia found information on Baishuitang's personal computer that he had used some funds from the Song Dynasty to quietly establish a company outside, and this company also had another partner."

"Basil?" Luo Qiu asked.

"That's right, it's Basil." Song Haoran nodded: "Basil has actually fought with me several times, but he failed every time. I didn't expect that this time he actually hooked up. Baishuitang... I plan to catch the old fox in Baishuitang. So before I return to the village according to my father's instructions, I have already ordered Oni to take people to kill Basil."

Song Haoran looked at the man who had taken off his dignity: "The Basil you see now was selected by me from the village. In the past week or so, he has been the only one who has been in contact with Baishuitang."

"Does Mr. Song know?"

"I didn't say it at first." Song Haoran shook his head: "I originally planned to finish it today, but I didn't expect that Sakura would suddenly break into the red building, so I had to temporarily modify the plan."

After saying this, Song Haoran smiled bitterly: "I apologize first, it was my idea to put you in the cold room. I originally planned to let something happen to you, but in the end, my whole head is full of guilt."

"Where's Baishuitang?"

Song Haoran said calmly: "What else can I do? Of course I will send this guy with evil intentions to travel around the world."

"Why tell me?" Luo Qiu suddenly asked.

Song Haoran was silent for a while, "Because of guilt... What Xiaoying said in the refrigerator, to be honest, I have never thought about it. Not even my father..."

He looked at Luo Qiu: "I'm telling you, I hope you don't mind. I can guarantee that this kind of thing will never happen again in the future."

After saying that, Song Haoran stood up, then lowered his head and apologized seriously: "I'm sorry."

"What are you going to do next?" Luo Qiu asked again.

Song Haoran said: "I will tell Xiaoying that the gangster has been killed. As for Baishuitang, he sacrificed himself to save me in the end... In this matter, in the end, it was just you and me, dad, and this fake one." Basil' knows."

"Since you feel guilty, why don't you just confess this matter to Song Ying?" Luo Qiu shook his head.

Song Haoran sighed and said: "Xiaoying, she also regards Baishuitang as a relative. If it were you...would you really want to know this?"

"In this case, there is no need to apologize to me." Luo Qiu smiled slightly, "That's good."

Song Haoran stared at Luo Qiu seriously and suddenly asked: "Those words... did you deliberately lead Xiaoying to say them?"

"I don't remember." Luo Qiu shook his head, "I almost died at that time...what do you think?"

"Ha ha!"

…

"have a good rest."

Song Haoran left Luo Qiu's room, and then walked in the corridor with the person pretending to be 'Basil'.

At this time, Basil pretended to be very puzzled and said: "Young Master, there is another thing that I still can't figure out. At that time, we asked the master who had been helping you repair the car to quietly repair the car in Sakura. The explosives installed on the young lady's sports car obviously have no power and cannot kill anyone. They are just to deceive a killer...but why did they directly blow the sports car off the cliff?"

"I don't know either." Song Haoran shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Maybe God thinks I am too suicidal, so give me a warning..."

…

Jingle Bell.

There was still the sound of the wind blowing the bells in another room.

When Song Ying woke up, she saw Song Tianyou sitting next to her, holding her palm tightly, "Grandpa..."

"It's okay, it's okay." Song Tianyou chuckled and patted the back of Song Ying's hand gently, "It's okay. Grandpa didn't cry this time."

"Grandpa..." Song Ying cried and smiled, "I'm fine too."

Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell...ling.

The evening breeze blows.