Rebirth of the famous family in the entertainment industry

Chapter 448 Don’t Be Afraid, There Are Us (6)
He is tall and has long legs, and his physical strength has always been good. Few people can stand a horizontal kick, and it is easy to deal with the three men in front of him.

The other man fell to the ground with an "ah", covering one side of his face and howling.

He showed his strength, and the remaining man was naturally nervous. He bowed his body to look at him, and jumped up into the air. Song Wang took a step back, raised his leg and kicked him in the crotch. The man yelled "Ah!" All ghosts and wolves howled.

"Damn, so ruthless!" The first man who fell to the ground cursed, and winked at the second man in the dark. The second man immediately understood, and suddenly jumped up to hold the dumbfounded Cheng Siqi.

Song Wang quickly turned around, just holding Cheng Siqi's wrist to protect him, kicked the man out. Behind him, the first man suddenly took the long stick they brought from the corner of the wall and held it tightly in his palm.

"It's okay..." Song Wang lowered his eyes and talked to Cheng Siqi, Cheng Siqi breathed a sigh of relief, then raised his eyes, and a long stick was shot straight down in his sight.

Her pupils constricted for a moment, and before she could say "be careful", a muffled "bang" sounded in the room. Song Wang shook his eyes, hugged her, and rushed straight to the ground with a "bang".

He held her waist with one hand, and protected the back of her head with the other, looked into her eyes in a daze, said in a low voice, "Qiqi", and pressed his whole face to the crest of her neck.

"Song Wang!" Cheng Siqi suddenly lost her voice, and when she regained her senses, a scream pierced the silent night.

The man holding the stick threw the stick with a "bang" sound. Seeing the sticky blood flowing from his dark hair and onto his neck, he was stunned and murmured, "Killed, killed."

Originally, they were just taking advantage of the fact that there was no one in the Song house, so they had the courage to move some high-quality furniture. They were not habitual offenders, but they were still terrified when they saw the blood.

"Go, go!" The two men who were lying on the ground struggled to get up, supported the one who was muttering to himself, and the other quickly picked up the stick and ran out the door.

The room fell silent, the door was closed with a snap by the evening wind, and then opened again, creaking and swaying.

The moonlight swayed back and forth with the door leaf, and the brilliance circulated.

"Song Wang?" Cheng Siqi's whole body was pressed under him, her mind went blank, and she couldn't think at all. She was as stupid as she touched the back of his head with a trembling hand, and called out softly, as if in a dream.

Her fingertips felt sticky, and her fingers seemed to be frozen there, and she dared not move any more.

Bean-sized teardrops rolled out from the corners of her eyes, hit the ground, and even made a "pop" sound. She looked at the roof with slack eyes, and there was silence in her ears. The mountain shakes.

Is it an earthquake?
Why did she feel that the world was spinning, and a piece of darkness rushed towards her face, as if to bury the two of them here.

Song Wang tightly covered the back of her head with one hand, and the other hand was still tightly around her waist, exactly the same as the action he used to protect her to death. She was pressed down by him and curled up in his arms , unscathed.

But her limbs were still stiff, she couldn't make a sound, she couldn't move, and she seemed to have been acupunctured.

There was deathly stillness in the air.

"Song Wang." Cheng Siqi called him in a small voice, trembling and trembling, the person on her body didn't respond at all, so heavy and heavy, it was like the whole world was pressing on her, so silent and frightening .

"Song Wang." Cheng Siqi called him again.

"Song Wang!" Cheng Siqi moved sideways from under him, knelt down beside him, hugged his head, and shouted in a trembling voice.

There was blood all over his neck, the blood was warm and sticky, and she touched the palm of his hand.

"It's okay, you're okay." Cheng Siqi hugged his head, buried his cheek in her arms like a fool, and said in a trembling voice, "It's okay, get up, talk to me, talk to me."

No one answered her, and the moonlight poured into her pale and bloodless face, caressing her tenderly.

Cheng Siqi's eyes were dull and unfocused, as if they were out of focus.

In her trouser pocket, the phone suddenly rang.

She didn't seem to be able to hear it, and she forgot to answer it. The phone rang three times, then hung up automatically, and within a few seconds, it rang again suddenly, piercing her eardrum.

Cheng Siqi mechanically took out the phone and pressed the answer button.

"Siqi?" Jiang Yuan's voice came from the other end of the phone, soft and deep, slightly inquiring. He saw that the time was getting late, and worried that the two of them were being chased and didn't know where they went, so he made a special trip to call. Call to ask.

"Song Wang." Cheng Siqi called him, her voice was hoarse and difficult, and she was in a trance.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Yuan heard that her voice was wrong, he was stunned for a moment, thought for a while, held the phone tightly to his ear, and said quickly, "What's the matter? Where are you, Mr. Song?"

"Song family," Cheng Siqi said with a trembling voice, "Song family's old house, we are here, what should we do if there is a lot of blood?"

Her voice suddenly broke down, and she was trembling terribly as she faced the phone: "A lot of blood, blood all over his neck, blood all over his palms, he bled a lot, everywhere."

Jiang Yuan heard her talking, his heart skipped a beat, and there was a rare rush in his voice: "Don't be nervous, Siqi, don't be nervous, we'll be right over."

His voice fell, and he hung up the phone directly.

Cheng Siqi didn't hang up, the phone slipped out of her palm and hit the ground with a muffled bang.

She hugged Song Wang, and just sat there stupidly, forgetting to think and forget to move, sitting in a half-kneeling posture that looked distorted and difficult.

After a while, Jiang Yuan and Zhuo Hang arrived first, looking for her with the flashlight of their mobile phones, and saw her pale face first.

She held Song Wang in her arms, only the back of her head could be seen.

The blood gushed out from nowhere, his neck was red, and Cheng Siqi's sweater was stained red, and the whole person hugged him dully, like a sculpture.

Zhuo Hang took a deep breath, and Jiang Yuan half-knelt down, holding Song Wang's shoulders and lifting them out.

"Don't touch him!" Cheng Siqi screamed suddenly, hugging Song Wang tightly into her arms, big tears poured out of her eyes, "Don't touch him, don't, don't, he's mine .”

(End of this chapter)