Jin Shao is my white moonlight

Chapter 762 Are they all almost the same? !
Jin An's hand supporting Bai Mengmeng couldn't help shaking, "Bai Mengmeng... don't scare me."

However, no matter how much Jin An called Bai Mengmeng, she never woke up again.Jin An hugged her, his hands were covered with blood from her, he struggled to stand up tremblingly, and turned around.

Behind him was an intensifying sea of ​​flames. Through the blazing flames, he could vaguely see the red fire trucks parked on the opposite side, and the crowd was chaotic.

Jin An wanted to rush out with Bai Mengmeng in his arms, but suddenly, he felt a stabbing pain in his head, and dizziness hit him overwhelmingly.

His eyes became even more blurred, as if...he couldn't see again.

All he could see was black.

Jin An shook his head, moved forward a few steps, and wanted to wake himself up, he must not fall down now!Jin An told himself in his heart, but even so...he still couldn't make it to the end.

"Crack." Jin An hugged Bai Mengmeng and knelt straight on the ground.

On the outskirts of the city, there is a well-decorated European-style villa.

Melodious piano music came from the tightly closed study room, and a slender figure was lying half reclined on the sofa, holding a magazine in one hand, and holding a glass of glass only one-fifth shallow in an elegant posture in the other hand. Bottom of red wine.

The red wine was gently shaking in the glass, and under the slightly dim light, it was full of luster.

Song Qingfeng raised his wrist, brought the wine glass to his lips, and took a sip. The sweet and sour taste of the wine instantly exploded on the tip of his tongue, and the sweet aroma filled his mouth.He enjoyed the sweetness of the wine and couldn't help squinting his eyes.

He was in a good mood.

Because in ten minutes or so, he will be able to meet the person he can't see...

The corners of Song Qingfeng's mouth raised slightly, he flipped a page of the magazine casually, and put the wine glass in his hand on the glass coffee table in front of him.

He bent down, took one last look, then threw the magazine on the sofa again, stood up, and walked straight to the deepest part of the study.There is also a darkroom behind his study, which is specially prepared for resting after being tired from dealing with affairs.

He stretched out his hand and pressed a black button on the wall, and with a "beep", the entire wall that blended with the background of the study slowly moved to the left.

Song Qingfeng nodded, and walked in directly.There is a single bed in the darkroom, and there are cabinets on the other three sides.

Song Qingfeng opened the cabinet closest to him, and there were dozens of shirts and coats neatly placed inside.

He lowered his head, unbuttoned the suit one by one with his slender fingers, stood in front of the mirror, glanced at the shirt he was wearing, and then frowned.

He took off his coat, and went back to the cabinet. His fingers hurriedly slid through the hangers. He picked out a pure white handmade shirt, and just as he took it off, he stuffed it back before it was on his body.His eyes drifted away, and then stopped on another white shirt with some hidden lines.

Song Qingfeng tapped his fingers lightly on the wooden hanger, making a little noise, thinking.

After a while, the brows became more and more wrinkled.

Why is his wardrobe full of pure white shirts? !

Or are they all almost identical? !
Song Qingfeng took a deep breath, took out the mobile phone from the suit thrown on the bed, swiped his fingers quickly, and dialed a number. "Hello."

(End of this chapter)