Chapter 1034 The Moody Mr. Huo Steals People Behind Ruan Ruan’s Back

Song Qing's eyes trembled slightly, she knelt on one knee on the ground, folded her hands on the raised knee: "Second Master, I acknowledge my guilt!"

"Oh?" Huo Yirong raised his eyebrows and asked, "Where did you go wrong?"

There was confusion deep in Song Qing's eyes, and even her thick-faced face showed doubts.

She didn't know how she offended the second master, but she absolutely couldn't say this.

Huo Yirong looked at Song Qing coldly, realizing that she didn't seem to know what was going on, and the look on her face didn't seem to be fake.

He bent down, reached out and pinched the other person's cheek, and said in a cruel voice: "I'm asking you something, are you mute?!"

Song Qingmi's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and the pain of being pinched on her cheek was much lighter than the previous beatings, but she was afraid of the wrath of the man in front of her.

Knowing that if she didn't speak at this time, she would be greeted with greater anger next, she spoke in a low and inaudible voice: "Subordinate... I don't know."

Hearing this, Huo Yirong's eyes were filled with ice. He pinched Song Qing's cheek with his hand very hard and pushed her head back, forcing her to fall beside the bed.

"Bang!"

Just hearing a banging sound, Song Qing's head came into close contact with the edge of the bed.

There was a look of hidden pain on her face.

Huo Yirong's eyes flashed with danger, and he stared at Song Qing with a pair of cold eyes: "Don't you know? Have you forgotten that you plotted against me a week ago and only left a note?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a crash in Song Qing's mind, as if the barrier was broken, and vague memories poured into her mind.

In the memory picture, she hugged the second master in front of her with both hands, asking for all the breath and warmth that belonged to him.

Even though it was painful, she never let go of her arms clinging to the other person's shoulders.

The second master seemed to be in a daze, blindly demanding and causing pain.

Song Qing's eyes widened slightly, as if she couldn't accept the memory in her mind, and her body was shaking violently.

When did this happen?

Why didn't she know and forget about it?

Huo Yirong's tone returned to his usual indifference: "It seems you have remembered everything."

Song Qing's face was full of despair, her head was lowered, her voice was hoarse and her heart was ashen: "This subordinate deserves to die!"

She knew she was finished.

The second master's temper is moody and unpredictable. He hates being plotted against.

Anyone who steps on his bottom line will pay a heavy price.

This man himself didn't like her, so he would definitely use the situation this time to make her die in the punishment hall or be expelled from the Huo family.

No matter which choice it was, Song Qing didn't want it.

At this time, she was filled with despair and no longer alive.

The tip of Huo Yirong's nose, who was closest to her, twitched slightly. She didn't know if it was his imagination, but the floral scent in the air in the room seemed to be more intense and attractive.

Huo Yirong frowned and pursed his lips into a straight line: "What does it smell like on you? Where did you smell the scent of flowers?"

His voice still sounded as low as ever, like the coldest ice in the dead of winter.

Song Qing's calm eyes moved slightly, her gaze gathered together, she raised her head and stared at the man in front of her humbly.

She shook her head slightly, not knowing why.

She stayed at home these days, so it was impossible for her to be exposed to the fragrance of flowers.

As a secret guard, you must abide by the rules at all times, especially when protecting your master. You are not allowed to do anything that will expose yourself.

One of them is that the body should not smell bad, such as wearing perfume, eating spicy food, onions and garlic, etc.

In order to achieve the ultimate perfection, Song Qing even abides by the secret guard code in her daily life.

She never uses scented daily necessities, so there is no way she has any scent on her body.

Huo Yirong let go of Song Qing's pinched cheek, with a cold and evil expression. He played with her hair with his slender fingertips, and his voice was low and almost cold: "Is it this fragrance that caused me to lose consciousness that night?"

Song Qing's memory was limited and she didn't know what happened that night.

She said with sincerity and fear: "Second Master, my subordinates don't know."

Huo Yirong's face suddenly darkened, and his eyes turned cold.

He dug his fingers into Song Qing's neat short hair, grabbed her hair hard, and dragged it in front of his eyes.

Huo Yirong's clear face was calm and indifferent: "You don't know?! I have to throw you into the punishment hall so that you can remember the following crimes!"

Song Qing's scalp was painfully pulled. She looked at Huo Yirong, whose expression was difficult to distinguish and his eyes were dim, and she knew that he was extremely angry.

She did not dare to defend herself anymore, she lowered her head slowly, and said sincerely and humbly: "I know my mistake, and I deserve death for my crime. Please punish me!"

Not only did this gesture not satisfy Huo Yirong, but his temper became even more irritable. He inexplicably disliked Song Qing like this.

No matter it was Song Qing who cried aggrievedly that day, she suppressed him backhand.

It was still the resistance that was inadvertently released from the bones when the other party sacrificed himself when he first solved the life-corroding Yang Gu.

This kind of Song Qing with real emotions made Huo Yirong upset and angry, but at the same time, there was a trace of appreciation deep in his heart.

And the Song Qing in front of her was a little too obedient when facing him.

He considers himself not a good person. Huo Qiang, Huo Chuan and Huo Zhi are not afraid of him.

Their loyalty to the Huo family is unquestionable, and they also have some respect for the Huo family in their hearts. However, when they are not taking action, they still have the most basic independent personality in their daily lives.

Unlike Song Qing, just like a dummy, people cannot feel her true emotions.

Huo Yirong was in a irritable mood and threw the person in front of the bed. Qing Jun's face showed an unlucky look and he took out a handkerchief from his coat and wiped his fingers.

He spoke in a low, cold voice and ordered the secret guard behind him: "Drag her into the punishment hall. No one can take her out without my permission!"

The secret guard who came in with Huo Yirong looked at Song Qing with sympathy in his eyes, lowered his head and said, "Yes, Second Master!"

The other party strode forward, helped Song Qing up from the ground, and prepared to help her leave.

When Huo Yirong saw this scene, he was dazzled and irritated, and frowned tightly.

He raised his foot and kicked the secret guard in the leg, and said angrily: "I asked you to drag him out, but you don't understand me?!"

"This subordinate is guilty!"

The secret guard immediately changed his support to holding Song Qing's collar, and dragged her away roughly.

Huo Yirong stared at the back of the secret guard's hand that touched Song Qing's neck, and his frown lines deepened.

He still had a dissatisfied look on his face, threw the handkerchief to the ground, and lost his temper: "Damn it! I need you to show mercy!"

The unknown fire was inexplicable.

The secret guard who carried Song Qing out of the door paused slightly when he heard this, with a surprised look on his face.

He glanced sideways at Song Qing in his hand, who looked hopeless and filled with a rich and alluring floral fragrance.

Song Qing raised her eyes, met his searching gaze, and said lightly: "Let's go."

She would be even more afraid if she didn't stay here.

She suddenly felt that the filter she used to view the second master seemed to have become blurred.

The moment he walked out of the door, he had the idea of ​​leaving the Huo family just like that.

Second update.