Chapter 190 Horror Picture

Song Jingwan was startled and shouted, "Song Yaoyao, what are you doing crazy?!"

Suddenly, I remembered that that night at the resort, Song Yaoyao pressed her into the bathtub like crazy. It looked like he was going to kill her.

She was strained and struggled hard.

Song Yaoyao's hands were weak, and she was easily broken free by Song Jingwan.

She leaned in a small ball in the seat, her face was pale, but her eyes seemed to be shining.

"Just think I'm crazy," she looked across the road, Song Wenchuan had already paid the money and rushed back, she rolled her eyes, "But you ask here, do you really take him as a brother, or do you Simply unwilling to win me in everything?"

She tapped Song Jingwan's heart with her fingertips, her voice very light.

At this moment, her tone was detached from her cute and childish appearance, and it was terrifyingly mature.

It gave Song Jingwan a feeling of being stripped naked and standing in front of Song Yaoyao.

All the little thoughts have nowhere to hide.

It was cold outside, and Song Wenchuan didn't wear a coat again, so he sneezed several times in a row.

He was carrying two bags in his hands, the plastic bags covered in steaming hot mist all white.

"Here, the candied chestnuts you want."

Song Wenchuan stuffed it to Song Yaoyao, and handed the other bag to Song Jingwan, "Jingwan, yours."

Fair and just, no more, no less.

Song Jingwan took it in a daze, biting her lower lip, "Thank you brother."

The chestnuts were freshly fried and were piping hot. She was still a little moved in her heart, but when she saw the identical packaging bag in Song Yaoyao's arms, it faded away before she was moved.

Who cares about this incidental thing, chestnuts are not what she wants to eat!

"Are you sure you're all right? Go to the hospital or not?"

He leaned over and put the back of his hand against Song Yaoyao's forehead and tried it. The temperature was just right, but there was no fever.

To be honest, she suddenly broke out in cold sweat at first, and her face was pale, which really scared him.

"It's alright, you are so long-winded."

Song Yaoyao rolled her eyes and muttered softly.

"Speak ill of me again? When I didn't hear it, right?" Song Wenchuan gave her a sideways glance while pretending to be angry, and closed the car door, "Let's go then."

This time, Song Yaoyao didn't stop her.

Her lips were pale, and she was holding chestnuts to warm her hands.

The two got into the car one after another, and several police cars whizzed past their cars and rushed forward.

Song Wenchuan's heart throbbed, and he always felt that there was something that he ignored and didn't remember.

He shook his head, started the car and drove forward.

However, it didn't take long for the car to move forward.

"What's wrong?"

Song Jingwan curiously opened the car window and glanced at it, but with one glance, her stomach turned upside down, and she retched out.

"Ouch--vomit--"

Not far away, a blue convertible sports car has been knocked into scrap metal, and there is a large truck that rolls over in front, and a series of cars rear-end.

This is not the point. The point is that when Song Jingwan looked over, she happened to see several medical staff carrying a corpse onto a stretcher.

Why did she think it was a corpse, because Song Jingwan saw that the person's head was completely deflated.

Underneath, a large piece of red, red and white things was particularly dazzling under the street lights.

Song Wenchuan's heart was beating very fast, he was stunned for a few seconds before reacting to pull Song Jingwan.

"Don't look! Watch out for nightmares."

But Song Jingwan had already seen it, her whole body was trembling, and the terrifying images appeared frequently in her mind, lingering.