Chapter 1171 Which World Is Song Jingwan?

"In all your lifetimes, you will never die a happy death!"

"ah!"

Song Yaoyao's body trembled suddenly and she slowly opened her eyes.

She seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar, her whole body was extremely cold. When the body wakes up, the soul seems to be still trapped in that strange, bloody and terrifying dream.

That dream was full of blood and curses.

"Having a nightmare again?"

"call--"

Song Yaoyao trembled and snuggled deeper into Huo Yunchao's arms.

"It's okay, be good."

The warm and generous palms patted her back gently, and the voice against her ear was low and gentle. Invisible comfort seemed to follow his hand and penetrate into her body.

Even the beating heart slowly calmed down.

She licked her lips and said, "Brother, I want to drink water."

Huo Yunchu stood up and wanted to pour water, but found that the corner of his clothes was being grabbed. He paused and shook his head helplessly, "You——"

After finishing his words, he lovingly bent down to pick up Song Yaoyao and took her to pour water with him.

On the sofa, Song Yaoyao was nestled in Huo Yunchao's arms and took a sip of water. Her pale face gradually turned a little red.

Huo Yunchue took a towel and wiped the sweat from her forehead, "What did you dream about again?"

Song Yaoyao lowered her eyelashes and held a water glass, "A very scary dream, and also very absurd."

It's ridiculous to think about it.

This time, she clearly saw the faces of the three people in the dream.

The water glass was taken away from her hand, and Song Yaoyao spread her hands.

Her palms are small, soft, and the palms are white and tender. At first glance, she looks like she has been pampered and has never done any heavy work.

Clean and spotless.

But she can still recall the feeling of the thick and warm blood covering her entire palm in her dream.

She had been dazed since waking up, as if she had lost her soul.

Huo Yunchao kissed her hair silently, stretched out his hand to cover her eyes, "I don't want to think about it anymore, I will do everything, eh?"

Song Yaoyao grabbed his hand and pulled it down to play with it.

"It was a really strange dream, so real... so real that I even felt that it really happened."

She never told anyone that she had lost a memory.

So, could this dream be the missing part of her?

…

In the dream, it was pouring rain, and Song Yaoyao could still recall the feeling of heart palpitations when the thunder sounded. The rain was so heavy that it felt like a hole had been opened in the sky.

However, in reality, it is the sun rising in the morning, the sky is clear, and the temperature is suitable.

Song Yaoyao stood on the stairs and looked out. The servants were cleaning, and Uncle Zhang was walking in the hall, giving serious orders. The sunlight jumped in from the window and fell on the smooth floor, reflecting a brilliant light.

Dreams are grotesque, twisted, and bloody.

Reality is clean, warm and bright.

Inside the dream and outside the dream, they are two completely different worlds.

She had been comfortable for too long, Song Yaoyao thought, it was time for her to step out of her comfort zone.

…

Hospital, ward.

The small fruit knife peeled off the peel flexibly in Song Yaoyao's hand. She cut the peeled apple into small pieces and put them on the fruit plate, holding a long string of unbroken peels to play with.

Xu Yue ate very slowly, taking a minute or two to eat a piece of apple.

"Why do you want to investigate Song Jingwan?"

Song Yaoyao smiled but did not answer, "Who told you? Huo Jiu?"

"cough--"

Xu Yue looked confused, and she was slightly embarrassed, "You overheard this, don't blame him."

"Oh?" Song Yaoyao threw away the peel and suddenly leaned forward, resting her chin and looking at Xu Yue at leisure, "Are you pleading for him? What's the relationship between the two of you?"

Her eyes were blazing, and her eyes were black and white, as if nothing could escape her eyes.

Xu Yue's eyes flickered, and she said two words firmly, "Enemy!"

"Then I should punish him even more. He can't handle such a small thing, and his business level has dropped." Song Yaoyao asked Xu Yue whether to laugh or not, "Do you think it's better to whip him? Or is it better to fire him directly? "

"How did you—" Xu Yue's eyelids twitched, she turned her head and met Song Yaoyao's smiling eyes. At this moment, why didn't she understand that she was being fooled? "you're so boring!"

There is simply too much to talk about.

"Yeah, I've been really bored lately."

Song Yaoyao sat back and stopped teasing Xu Yue. She has not forgotten that Xu Yue is still injured and her mood should not fluctuate.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk." There was a knock on the door from outside.

Song Yaoyao turned her head and saw a black figure through the glass on the door.

She stood up and greeted Xu Yue casually, "I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

Xu Yue always felt that Song Yaoyao was hiding something in her heart, so she moved her lips, but in the end she didn't say anything and just nodded.

Song Yaoyao has always been a person who doesn't like to take things to heart. If there is anything that can make her feel distressed, it must be a big issue that is difficult to solve.

Even she couldn't solve it. Even if Xu Yue knew it, she might not be able to help.

"Miss Song."

Huo Jiu handed the document to Song Yaoyao and quickly looked into the ward through the glass.

Xu Yue was also looking in this direction curiously. Their eyes met through the glass. Almost instantly, her eyes seemed to be burned. Xu Yue turned her head and pulled up the quilt to cover her head.

Huo Jiu: "..."

"Where's upstairs?"

Huo Jiu came back to his senses immediately, bowed his head and said respectfully: "I have prepared it according to your instructions, and the surveillance in the ward has been turned off."

"Then let's go."

…

It was quiet in the corridor. Looking around the entire twelfth floor, there was not a single person in sight.

It seems like I am cut off from the whole world and abandoned by the world.

"Click——"

After the slight sound of the door opening, the world fell silent again.

Therefore, every sound will be infinitely amplified.

The chair was dragged and finally stopped in front of the hospital bed, making a rustling sound as the clothes rubbed against each other.

Under Zhou Manli's sunken eyelids, her eyes rolled.

Song Yaoyao didn't seem to notice. After doing all this, she opened the document bag in her hand.

Zhou Manli opened her eyes and saw her starting to scream. If he could hear her clearly, Song Yaoyao was sure that what she said must be some vicious curses that were unbearable.

"Stop bothering, I've taken away your bodyguards and caregivers. There are only two of us on the entire twelfth floor."

Song Yaoyao smiled and flicked the photo. Above was a photo of Zhou Manli and Song Jingwan.

"How old is Song Jingwan at this time? Eight years old? Nine years old?" Song Yaoyao pinched the photo and showed it to Zhou Manli.

Zhou Manli was still cursing, and when her eyes touched the photo, she ducked for a moment, and then her voice became sharper and extremely unpleasant.

"Does she have a heart disease like me?"

"Ah -" Zhou Manli opened her mouth, a word stuck in her throat, and stared at her with wide eyes.

Good, quiet.

Song Yaoyao became even more curious, "But the information I got shows that Song Jingwan has always been in good health. So, in which world did Song Jingwan get this heart disease?" She raised the corners of her lips and smiled innocently and ignorantly. .