Pampering cool and thin beloved wife

Chapter 348 Gossip (9)
After a pause for a second, Song Yue's voice trailed off: "But he doesn't like me at all, no matter how much Aunt Shen and Uncle Jiang like me, he never looks at me."

"You like..." Song Qingshan suddenly felt that he couldn't continue, and was afraid of hearing her answer.He who had completely lost his original appearance felt deep regret at this moment.

It was he who pushed her into hell, she never said, even if she was grounded by Song Yanwang, she never revealed a word.He never knew that he was worthy of being liked, or in such a humble way.

The air suddenly fell silent.Song Yue touched a cigarette with shaking hands and lit it, staggered to the window, turned her head and smiled at Song Qingshan: "Brother, if, I said, if we were not brother and sister in the beginning, would you like me? Would you like me?" Will give me a little more, even if there is only a little tenderness."

"I..." Song Qingshan's lips trembled, and a sentence lingered between the mouthpieces, but he couldn't say it.

However, Song Yue let him go suddenly, and backed away little by little, with a blurred and desolate smile on her face.Until she retreated to the window, her voice suddenly stopped.The cold wind blew up the white wedding dress on her body, and the white gauze on her back fluttered like a light butterfly.

The light was shining brightly, Song Yue's face was extremely beautiful and calm, with tears in her eyes, but a gentle smile on her lips, as if she couldn't get enough of him, her eyes were focused and affectionate, and so reluctant to part.

Song Qingshan vaguely felt a trace of fear, as if a hole had opened in his heart, and various echoes came out from the void.At this time, Song Yue said with tears in her ears: "If there is an afterlife, even if you are still my brother, I will love you without complaint or regret!"

After finishing speaking, she suddenly turned around, leaning on the window sill with both hands, and jumped out of the window!
"No! Yue'er!" Song Qingshan was horrified, and when he controlled the wheelchair to slide over, he didn't even have time to grab the corner of her clothes.He could only watch helplessly as the snow-white figure, as light as snow, fell rapidly from the height of the 33rd floor.

The night was like ink, and the touch of whiteness gradually became smaller, and finally there was only a blurred dot left, falling on the ground.The disturbed crowd quickly surrounded him like a tide until he could see nothing.

"Yue'er..." Song Qingshan muttered with ashes on his face, his muscular face was flickering and flickering, all the blood faded away, and he was instantly pale as paper.The cold wind howled in through the window, and he was trembling all over. He slowly raised his good right hand, covered his head, and wept silently.

The position of the heart was empty, as if countless sharp knives were fiercely from his heart, constantly tearing at his nerves.The sobbing voice gradually became clear, his eyes were blurred and he couldn't see anything, and he kept murmuring: "Yue'er, why are you so stupid, brother can like you, he can like you... brother doesn't want an afterlife..."

After muttering for a while, the bodyguard whispered in his ear: "People from Guoan went to see Miss's body, and they probably found Mr. Song here."

Song Qingshan suddenly came back to his senses, wiped away his tears, called his bodyguards in as usual, and calmly ordered: "Move immediately!"

"Sir, there are a lot of national security officers outside the complex!" The bodyguard stood respectfully with his head bowed, and said indifferently, "It may not be easy to transfer."

"It's not easy to transfer!" Song Qingshan stared at him with a distorted face, his hands froze in the air trembling: "Go to Tsinghua Square. Immediately!"

The bodyguard lowered his head, stared hard at his toes, and replied stiffly, "Good sir!"

Song Qingshan watched the bodyguards leave, quickly returned to his room, packed his laptop, satellite signal receiver, and some things to bring with him, and returned to the living room.

Through the customized tablet, he checked the security system of the entire community in advance, and then focused on the vicinity of his building.A few seconds later, he put away the tablet and said indifferently, "Let's go."

The four bodyguards staying beside him were ordered, one of them escorted Xue Susu who was tied up, the other two walked in front, and one of them pushed the wheelchair and walked out of the gate in a well-trained manner.

After a group of people entered the special elevator, they went directly from the 33rd floor to the underground parking lot, got in the car and left quickly.Due to Song Yue's suicide, most of the national security police officers who were squatting nearby had already gone to the scene of the incident, so Song Qingshan's car almost went out of Yulan Road smoothly.

The neon lights were dazzling outside the window, and the black Porsche ran over the cold night, speeding through the avenue leading to the city.In the carriage, Song Qingshan leaned against the back of the wheelchair with his eyes open, his only remaining right hand clenched into a fist all the time, the knuckles connected into a line blurredly reflected on the car window, unable to let go for a long time.

The lights of the street lamps were flickering across the carriage, and his handsome face looked especially cold under the constantly interlaced light and shadow.

He didn't dare to close his eyes, as soon as he closed them, Song Yue's sad and beautiful smile came to mind. "If there is an afterlife, even if you are still my elder brother, I will love you without complaint or regret!" The last words she left were even more magical, lingering in her ears.

Not long after, the modern buildings on Yulan Road gradually faded away until there was nothing to be seen. Song Qingshan lowered his head in pain again.Ask yourself over and over again, is it worth it to get to where you are today.Nothing answered him, he couldn't even hear his own heartbeat.

It is only 10 minutes away from Yulan Road to Tsinghua Square in the urban area.But he hoped that the road would never come to an end and never stop. He was afraid that Song Yue's face would fade from his mind once the car stopped.

It's a pity that he chose the road by himself. How could he stop at this point?The car stopped for a long time before he came back to his senses in a daze. His duplex building had already been taken back.

He sat in the car, calmly looked at the signs in the parking lot, and told the bodyguards to get out of the car and go upstairs.His house was confiscated, and the one similar to Xue Liheng's was still kept. It was bought under a pseudonym. After Song Yue was picked up by Li Junming, he lived in it until he returned to China.

He unlocked the combination lock and went in. He told the bodyguards to keep an eye on the situation downstairs, and went to the piano room next to the living room alone and closed the door.Song Yue didn't like learning the piano very much when she was a child. Every time she practiced, she had to be watched by others. Sometimes she played with her temper and fell asleep on the piano even if she stared at it.

Song Qingshan recalled the previous scenes, his chest became more and more stuffy, and he couldn't help coughing violently again.The house was clean, and it wasn't dusty because she didn't come back these days.Controlling the wheelchair to slide to the front of the piano, he opened the cover of the piano, slowly spread his five fingers and lightly stroked the black and white keys.

A melodious and pleasant voice sounded, and he seemed to see 15-year-old Song Yue, with smooth long hair in a shawl, staring at the keys with a flat mouth and unwilling expression.

And at that time, he happened to be trampled into the dust in Guoan, and he was in a daze every day, thinking about how to climb up, and he didn't pay more attention to her.

(End of this chapter)