Chapter 1163 Mr. Huo’s Little Wife Cannot Be Touched, Whoever Touches Him Will Die.

A slight irritation appeared on Su Jingshu's delicate face. When she looked at Rong Menglan and Song Qing in the corner downstairs again, she found that one large and one young were sitting next to them.

"Bang!"

A dull sound echoed in the room.

The wine glass in Su Jingshu's hand fell onto the carpet on the floor of the room.

The wine in the glass spilled all over the floor and was quickly absorbed by the expensive carpet.

Su Jingshu stared downstairs, her eyes trembling fiercely, her face full of disbelief, her eyes staring in shock and horror at the adults and children sitting next to Rong Menglan downstairs.

Time goes back to ten minutes ago.

Song Qing and Rong Menglan drank vigorously without dropping a glass, and soon all the wine on the table was wiped out by them.

Looking at their facial expressions, it turned out that they were not drunk at all, their faces were not red, and they were not out of breath.

Song Qing gritted her teeth and looked at the fox-like man in front of her. She wished she could take out all the wine in the bar, pour them into the barrel, and then press Rong Menglan directly into it, completely making people drunk. Take someone to see the master.

Before she could fully implement this idea, a man with a child in his arms and an imposing aura slowly approached.

When they saw this person, Song Qing and Rong Menglan both widened their eyes.

"Fuck!" Su Jingshu cursed without any image, and rubbed her eyes with her hands.

"Am I drunk?" Rong Menglan frowned tightly and put his hand on the side of his forehead, his face full of confusion and suspicion, and there was a trace of shock that could not be hidden in his eyes.

The man approaching with the child in his arms looked at them with a half-smiling expression. He walked to Rong Menglan very naturally, put the obedient child in his arms and sat down next to him.

"Aren't you dead?" Even though he was shocked, Rong Menglan remained calm. After thinking about it, he asked again: "Fake death?"

"impossible!"

Before the new man who joined them could speak, Song Qing made a decisive decision.

The person who came was none other than Nangong Chang. Last year, because he was interested in Qin Ruan and even prepared to carry out malicious actions, the Huo family learned about it in advance and severely punished the Nangong family.

Later, the news of Nangong Chang's death was like a danger signal to other families in the capital. Everyone knew that Mr. Huo's little wife could not be touched, and anyone who touched her would die.

Nangong Chang just exposed his concern for Qin Ruan, but before he could take action, the Huo family dealt with him with thunderous means, not even saving his own life.

Now that he appeared alive in front of them, Song Qing and Rong Menglan were shocked beyond words.

Nangong Chang raised his arms and put his arms around Rong Menglan's shoulders in a familiar manner, and sneered: "Fuck you, I'm really dead. Mr. Huo's methods are really ruthless, but he only cares about his heart." If someone gets a little interested, that guy will kill me.”

"Then what's going on with you now?" Rong Menglan raised his eyebrows and looked past Nangongchang at the child sitting next to him.

The child has an exquisite appearance. His big eyes do not have the clear light that belongs to a child. His eyes are cloudy like a twilight old man. There is no emotion in his eyes. There are two small horns on his head, like the horns of a young deer. He looks very ordinary. cute.

Rong Menglan stared at the two small corners on the child's head, complaining in his heart what kind of costume it was.

Nangong Chang saw him staring at his son, so he put the child on his lap and sat down.

He raised a frivolous smile at the corner of his lips and said to Rong Menglan and Song Qing: "You two are in the same boat. One has incomplete memory recovery and the other is in the early stage of memory recovery. I looked for it and thought I had met someone. It seems like the joy of an old acquaintance who can talk is in vain."

"You are not a human being!"

Song Qing stared at Nangong Chang with cold eyes, and after listening to his inconsistent words, she spoke with determination.

Nangong Chang looked at her with a smile: "Ah Qing looks more humane."

Song Qing frowned: "Who are you?"

Nangong Chang did not hide anything: "Dragon clan."

She knew about Song Qing of the Dragon Clan, but she didn't know much about the internal situation. Apart from the fact that Nangong Chang was the eldest son of the Nangong family, she didn't know anything about him.

Meeting her wary gaze, Nangong Chang sneered: "Don't think about it, the memory has not been fully recovered yet, take your time to avoid going crazy."

While he was speaking, Rong Menglan stretched out a finger and touched Nangong Chang's side face, which had no blemishes on his skin.

It's warm, it's hot.

Rong Menglan murmured to himself: "He is really alive."

He didn't understand a word of what Nangong Chang said. When he saw the other party appearing in front of him, he felt like he was drunk and dreaming.

Hearing his whisper, Nangong Chang cursed, stood up and left with his son in his arms.

Rong Menglan stopped him: "Wait a minute, do you know the current situation of the Nangong family?"

Nangong Chang said without emotion: "I don't want to know."

Rong Menglan said to him: "The Nangong family has been moved to the south."

Nangong Chang sneered and looked back at him calmly: "Oh, what does it have to do with me? The Nangong family will lose sooner or later. Even without my existence, they will not be able to gain a foothold in the capital. They are already broken from the root."

After leaving these words, Nangong Chang strode away holding his son with cloudy eyes and confused expression.

Su Jingshu, who was in the room on the second floor, saw Nangong Chang holding the child and leaving, and ran out the door like crazy.

Wearing high-heeled shoes that were several centimeters high, she walked quickly. She didn't have time to wait for the elevator and ran straight to the stairs.

But no matter how fast she was, she couldn't move faster than Nangong Chang could shuttle through the crowd and disappear in the blink of an eye.

When Su Jingshu searched the bar hall and even the outside of the bar several times, Nangong Chang and the child were nowhere to be seen.

Her hands were trembling, and her eyes were covered with a sinister light. She ordered Bei Jinzhou, who was standing beside her with a worried expression: "Bring up the surveillance camera!"

Su Jingshu stood at the entrance of the bar, blown by the hot summer wind, with a thin layer of sweat covering her forehead.

At this time, several luxury black cars parked in front of the bar, their beautiful bodies bearing the Huo family totem logo.

In the second car, the person sitting in the back seat opened the door and got out.

Huo Yirong was dressed very casually tonight. The collar of her shirt was open, light-colored casual trousers, her hair was not specially taken care of, and her bangs fell casually on her forehead. She looked both younger and wanton, with a yuppie temperament.

He stood next to the car and immediately saw Su Jingshu standing at the door of the bar, looking lost and pale.

Thinking of the video this woman sent him, Qingjun's face darkened and he walked towards her with long strides.

The first thing he asked when they met was: "Where is Song Qing?"

Su Jingshu raised her eyes and saw that he was standing in front of her. There was no surprise in her eyes, but there was no longer the teasing look on his face that he had before watching the show.

Her pale lips parted slightly: "Inside."

His voice was still shaking, as if he was in the cold winter, and his teeth were chattering with the cold.

But it is clearly midsummer now, and even at night, the heat cannot stop the heat from covering the whole body, making people feel dry.

Huo Yirong saw something was wrong with her and asked casually, "What's wrong with you?"