Chapter 1164 If You Dare to Let This Body Get Dirty, I Will Kill You!

Su Jingshu suddenly reached out and grabbed Huo Yirong's arm, and asked urgently: "Is Nangong Chang still alive?"

Her facial expression was ferocious, she had lost her former scholarly and indifferent temperament, and there was a crazy look in her eyes, which was frightening.

Huo Yirong looked at her with an indescribable look, and his thin lips moved: "...madman!"

He shook off the other party's hand and strode into the bar.

When Huo Qiang and other secret guards saw this, they immediately followed him.

Su Jingshu stood there and murmured to herself: "It's impossible, it's impossible to admit your mistake..."

More than an hour ago, when she discovered that Song Qing was entangled with Rong Menglan, she was still a theatergoer, but now she became a person in the theater.

She never imagined that the dead person could appear in front of her again, and that child... who was it.

Bei Jinzhou walked out of the bar, stood next to Su Jingshu, and whispered: "Master, the surveillance is turned on."

"is it him?"

The voice was so soft that it could not be heard and was blown away by the night wind.

Bei Jinzhou heard it clearly, looked embarrassed, and said in a hoarse voice: "No, that person is not in the video."

"impossible!"

Su Jingshu turned around suddenly and stared at Bei Jinzhou with her scarlet eyes.

She knew that Bei Jinzhou would not do anything deceptive, and if the other party said no, then it must be no.

But she clearly saw that person appear with her own eyes, right under her nose.

Thinking of the scene of that man communicating with Rong Menglan and Song Qing, Su Jingshu loosened her clenched fists and led Bei Jinzhou back to the bar again.

When Huo Yirong found Song Qing, she was whispering to Rong Menglan. She didn't know what they were talking about. They were so close that their faces were almost touching.

Song Qing was unaware of the sharp and sinister gaze in the distance. She frowned and argued with Rong Menglan about something.

"When did you become so familiar with Nangong Chang? Did the Rong family collude with the Nangong family before?"

Facing Song Qing's questioning, Rong Menglan looked at her like a fool: "If there is any collusion between the Rong family and the Nangong family, will the Huo family let us go?"

Song Qing sneered: "Who knows? Judging from the way he hugs you, you must be having an affair with him, right?"

She really wasn't talking nonsense.

Rong Menglan's predecessor was extremely picky about food, and even more so about beauties, even regardless of gender.

The delicacies and beauties in the world, as long as they catch his eye, will never escape his grasp.

Rong Menglan almost vomited blood when he heard this and his face turned a little blue.

Him and Nangong Chang?

What a tragic scene this is, I can’t even imagine it!

If the person in front of him was not Song Qing, but someone the Huo family had specifically told not to touch, Rong Menglan would have shamelessly humiliated him long ago. If humiliation was useless, it would not be a bad idea to do something simple and rudely.

Tonight, he failed to catch the prey that relieved his body and mind. He also encountered Song Qing and the resurrected Nangong Chang. His already irritable mood could not be controlled to leak out no matter how hard he tried to suppress it.

However, Song Qing still had no eyesight. She touched Rong Menglan with her shoulder and said with a gossipy face: "No way, you guys really got together?"

"Shut up!" Rong Menglan scolded him coldly.

Song Qing didn't seem to notice his irritability. She saw him tugging at his collar impatiently, and her red lips curled up in a teasing arc.

She put her hand on the other person's shoulder and gently slid her fingertips across his clothes on his upper arm: "Young Master Rong, why don't we change places to play?"

Her charming voice was like a hook, which made her say a very ordinary sentence full of ambiguity.

Rong Menglan glanced at the figure standing not far away from the corner of his eyes, staring at Song Qing with a gloomy expression. A flash of panic first flashed in his eyes, and then he calmed down.

I don't know what he thought of, but his cold thin lips raised a playful arc, and he cooperated very well with Song Qing and asked aloud: "Oh? Where can I change?"

Seeing that the fish was hooked, Song Qing couldn't hide her excitement. She tried her best to suppress the excitement in her heart, and pretended to be calm: "The hotel upstairs has spacious rooms that are easy to use. There is no point in continuing to waste it like this."

The hand she placed on the sofa was trembling with excitement because she was about to complete the successful mission.

Huo Yirong, who had already approached, happened to hear Song Qing's words, and his already ugly face became even more gloomy.

He stared at the other party with his dark and deep eyes, and said with a soft smile: "The room is so big, do you mind adding me?"

Song Qing's whole body froze when a familiar voice reached her ears.

Rong Menglan was clearly aware of the tightness of her hands on her shoulders and the stiffness of her body.

Under the gaze of Mr. Huo's murderous eyes, Rong Menglan took off the hand on his shoulder and stayed away from Song Qing very knowingly.

Song Qing raised her head with a stiff neck and looked at the man standing in front of her with wide eyes. She didn't know whether it was nervousness or fear, but she subconsciously made swallowing movements.

Huo Yirong glanced at the cigarettes on the table, bent over and took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, holding it in his mouth skillfully and casually. Huo Qiang, who was following him, stepped forward to light the cigarette for him.

The gesture of holding the cigarette between his slender white fingers was very elegant. The cigarette separated from the sexy thin lips, and the smoke was slowly spit out, blocking his dark eyes that wanted to kill.

Song Qing's vigilance was still extremely high. She immediately sensed the danger and got off the sofa, preparing to escape from the Shura field.

The moment she was about to get up, Huo Yirong moved.

He took two steps and stood in front of Song Qing. The hand holding the cigarette pressed hard on her shoulder.

"Baby, have you forgotten what I said before?"

Like the words whispered by a lover, affectionate and ruthless, the danger is doubled.

Something strange appeared in Song Qing's heart, which was the conflict of uncontrollably wanting to surrender, sacrifice, and give everything to the other person.

Even though his memory has been restored, he still can't control the desire to get closer every time he faces Huo Yirong.

Song Qing thought it was the second personality causing trouble. She gritted her teeth and shouted with a smile: "Second Master——"

Huo Yirong pinched Song Qing's small chin with his other hand: "If you dare to let this body get dirty, I will kill you!"

When angry, his voice loses its previous playful tone, making people shiver with coldness.

This is what he once said.

Song Qing's delicate and dark complexion darkened, she narrowed her eyes and choked, "I haven't done anything yet, and you come here to accuse me. Are you making too much of a fuss?"

She is a free-spirited person. She was protected by the Divine Lord in the past, and later she was pampered by Ah Ruan. Her temperament and temperament were also coddled and grew up.

Now someone came up to accuse her without arguing, and her fiery temper suddenly surfaced.

"Okay, I've really become more capable, and all the rules are gone!"

Huo Yirong took one last puff of cigarette, blew out the smoke ring quickly from his mouth, leaned over and picked up Song Qing from the sofa.

There was no mercy in his movements, just like carrying a chicken.

"Let me go!"

How could Song Qing obey? She struggled hard to jump down.