Chapter 942 The Decision of that Second (2)

Song Qingchun looked at Fang Rou without saying a word or smiling.

Faced with Song Qingchun's indifference, Fang Rou raised her lips indifferently.

What she showed was no longer the gentle and watery smile that Song Qingchun was familiar with, but a sharp sarcasm.

She leaned slowly on the dining table, held the goblet, shook it slowly twice, raised it to her lips leisurely, and took a sip.

She drank less than half a glass of red wine, probably because she felt it was too impolite to drink alone, so she held up the red wine glass and elegantly walked to the refrigerator, rummaged through it and found a bottle of relatively nutritious fruit and vegetable juice, and threw it to Song Qingchun.

Song Qingchun didn't drink the cold fruit and vegetable juice. He stared at Fang Rou's eyelids, blinked twice, and spoke in an unusually calm voice: "Did you ask the taxi driver to pull me here?"

Fang Rou swallowed the red wine in her mouth, sighed at the good taste, and then nodded generously to Song Qingchun, unabashedly and frankly: "Yes."

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Fang Rou seemed to have heard a big joke. She curled her lips and laughed softly. The next second, her expression was as cold as frost, and her tone was like coming from hell, with a chill: "I want you." life."

Fang Rou tried to kill Song Qingchun countless times, but failed every time.

Song Qingchun also knew that Fang Rou had always wanted to kill her, but when she heard the words "take your life" from her mouth, she couldn't help but shudder.

Song Qingchun stared at Fang Rou's eyes for a long time without blinking, and then asked her the question she was most concerned about these days: "Did you kill my brother?"

Fang Rou's fingertips holding the red wine glass trembled slightly, and her eyes drooped. At that moment, a touch of sadness seemed to permeate her body, but it was only for a moment. Soon she curled her lips and sneered, He slowly took a sip of red wine, nodded, and said in a relaxed tone as if he were talking about the weather, "Yes, I killed Song Cheng."

Her light tone was like a sharp knife, piercing deeply into Song Qingchun's heart. Song Qingchun's calm tone, which had always been calm when he came in from Fang Rou, became rippled: "Why are you doing this?" Kill him, you don't know how good he is to you, you..."

Angry, Song Qingchun paused mid-sentence.

Fang Rou seemed not to feel her anger at all. While continuing to drink slowly, she spoke with a smile and a gentle tone about how Song Cheng was killed by her: "...Tell the truth. You know, from the first day I met Song Cheng, I never thought about having a good life with him. I deliberately approached him, became his girlfriend, and then his wife, just to get into your Song Cheng. The door of the house, of course, but more importantly, it cost Song Cheng his life..."

Song Qingchun's body trembled with anger. She gritted her teeth and took several breaths before reluctantly swearing: "Fang Rou, you... are simply not human!"

"If you kill Song Cheng, will you call him a human?" Fang Rou lowered her head and giggled. She continued in a clear tone as if telling a joke: "...Then why should I kill Tang Nuan? You Do you know that before Tang Nuan died, she came to me to help you obtain evidence of my murder, but it's a pity..."