Female president's private killer

Song yunshang seemed to be led down the steps step by step by a mysterious force.

There is a one person tall cabinet in the middle of the basement.

Well, it's not so much a cabinet as a rectangular piece of broken wood.

It's hard to see the extreme in appearance. Without a steady stream of brilliance, it gives it a sacred feeling. I'm afraid even the garbage furniture made by the worst carpenter apprentice is better than it by relying on the old rotten wood like material outside the pit.

Song yunshang glanced curiously through the gap of the wooden box, and his face changed immediately!

If she hadn't reacted quickly, the scream would have said nothing.

In that box

It's a woman!

A woman wearing nothing!

Song yunshang tried his best to cover his small mouth before swallowing the cry back. He breathed wildly, calmed down, hesitated for a moment, and carefully gathered together.

This time she was prepared and looked at it more carefully.

I have to say, this body is too handsome.

The supple eyebrows, eyes and bright red lips seem to be made of the most delicate gold wire. The solidified graceful and soft expression of the face and the skin glitter with a hard light similar to the metal texture. The weak temperament and appearance blend into a strange charm.

If this woman could stand up, put on a gorgeous dress and appear at any party, even the most picky noble children would be fascinated by her.

So is the goddess of heaven.

A turquoise gem was placed on her beautiful forehead. The blood texture spread on the crystal clear gem surface, making it look as if it would break into countless pieces at any time.

Song yunshang's eyes couldn't help opening wider and wider. The woman's face seemed familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had met. But after careful observation, she finally breathed a little relieved.

This woman is not a living person, probably just a special statue, because no matter how she looks like a living person, her skin can't shine with metal, and she doesn't know what kind of metal she is carved with. This craft alone can be regarded as a priceless art, let alone the dazzling gem on her forehead.

Who is the prototype of this statue and why is it placed here

Before Song yunshang could understand, a voice came faintly from behind her: "isn't it beautiful?"

Thin beads of sweat "miso" seeped from Song yunshang's forehead and slid down his delicate face. The black hair looked disorganized, and the color seemed dazzling.

At this time, she didn't know why she was suddenly nervous. This tension was not like that the thief who entered the owner's house was suddenly caught by the owner... It was a more dangerous feeling, but song yunshang couldn't tell why she felt this feeling.

But of course, her reaction was quick. She soon showed a sweet smile and turned her head: "sorry, I may have gone to the wrong place."

Qian Wei at the door frowned, looked at the two huge words on the wine cellar next to him, didn't expose the lie of song yunshang, and smiled gently: "it doesn't matter. Anyway, I'll introduce my collection to you sooner or later. It's better by the way now."

Song yunshang's heart relaxed slightly. Since Qian Wei was not angry and was so natural, the statue should be free of any shady fishiness. I thought it was because I was worried too much, so I smiled gracefully: "well, to tell the truth, I've never seen such a bright work of art... But such a delicate sculpture uses materials?"

"I don't know." Qian Wei walked down slowly step by step: "I took an expedition in the tropical rain forest of South Africa a few years ago and found this sculpture from an ancient tomb. Through element analysis, this sculpture has a history of more than 1000 years."

"Oh?" Song yunshang was really a little surprised. According to her naked eyes, this carving technology should be the product of modern high technology. Unexpectedly, it was the work of the ancients. How can it not be surprising: "such a perfect work of art could have been made more than a thousand years ago?"

Qian Wei sighed: "don't say it's you. I didn't believe it at first. But the history of human civilization has never lacked miracles, has it? " He walked slowly to the box and looked through the gap with a strange light in his eyes: "anyway, she is so beautiful."

Although Qian Wei always spoke politely, song yunshang still felt that his voice was so soft and warm at the moment, filled with unspeakable deep feelings.

If it is to tell the past of childhood or old lovers, it is very understandable to use this tone, but he actually uses this tone for a sculpture more than 1000 years ago, which can not help but make song yunshang have a strange illusion.

It feels like Qian Wei fell in love with this statue

"In fact, I play the piano here every day. You're here today. Let's listen." Qian Wei took down a large dark black piano box from the wall. The box was actually quite conspicuous, but song yunshang was so shocked by the sculpture that he didn't pay attention to it.

"Hmm..." song yunshang shook his head, threw out the strange idea and said softly.

Qian Wei opened the piano box. The dark black forged piano box with no polishing on the surface was lined with dark red silk satin. Inside was an obviously historic cello. The wine red paint was shiny by Mosuo. I don't know how many generations of masters have passed by.

Qian Wei sat on the steps, leaned the cello against his body and tried the sound with the bow. His slender fingers pressed on the string, but it seemed very gentle and soft.

When the bow is pulled horizontally, the first sound of the cello is like the rolling thunder on the vast field, and like the echoing cry. The low, vigorous and sad piano sound covered the mountains in an instant, and even the long tremor seemed to bury a volcano about to erupt.

The sound of the piano is like the sea, the wind and waves on the sea, and the undercurrent is surging under the sea. The sky is dark, the clouds are like falling on the wave crest, and there is endless thunder between the sky and the sea.

Song yunshang has been trained in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child. She also has a lot of research on rhythm.

But at this time, she could neither understand nor bear the emotion contained in the piano sound.

It is too complex, too intense, and changes too fast. It is too thick and broad. Just a little attempt to contact it, song yunshang's consciousness will almost be split!

But the deep emotion like the sea also shocked her heart!

She struggled to get out, but was shocked to find that it was too late. The beating of her heart was integrated with the music. With the melody, she suddenly went up to the clouds and went deep into the sea. In the end, even herself was wondering whether her chest would explode directly!

On the verge of song yunshang's collapse, the music suddenly stopped!

Qian Wei stood up and waved. The priceless cello flew into the air. It took several turns before it fell back into Qian Wei's hands. He reinstalled the cello and hung the box back on the wall. It was light: "let's go."

Song yunshang reacted and forced out a smile: "Oh, OK, OK."

When he followed Qian Wei up the steps to get out of the basement, song yunshang couldn't help looking back and glanced at the box containing the sculpture. He was confused and didn't know what he felt.

At this time, Qian Wei, who had walked out of the door, turned around and frowned slightly: "left foot."

Song yunshang, who was completely forgotten: "

Although the two returned to the study with wine, the atmosphere became a little strange at the moment. Song yunshang was overwhelmed by what he saw and heard. His mind was full of the statue just now. Qian Wei's strange tone and that very beautiful but shocking music forced him to smile: "Mr. Qian, I may not feel well and want to go back and have a rest. "

Qian Wei didn't stop him. He stood up politely: "in that case, Miss Song should go back and have a rest earlier. I'm free during this period. Let's keep in touch."

"OK, Mr. Qian doesn't have to give it away. I brought my own car." Song yunshang politely promised, but his pace was inexplicably hasty. As soon as he stepped out of the door, he heard Qian Wei's anxious voice: "left foot, take your left foot when you go out."

Song yunshang, who never remembers which foot to step on: "

Sitting in the car, song yunshang was still in a state of panic. When she got out of the car and went back to her room, she didn't hear song Hongzhuang calling her from behind. When she pushed open her door, she stepped out step by step. She suddenly remembered something about her left foot and right foot. She didn't know which foot to take for a moment. It was too late to take back that foot, There was only a small cry in time, and then he fell down on the wooden floor of his room.

Followed by song Hongzhuang who caught up: "

Song Hongzhuang helped the disheartened song yunshang to get up, helped her to sit on the sofa, carefully looked at the haunted song yunshang, and suddenly giggled: "as soon as you look like this, you know that you and Mr. Qian must have made new progress. What about? We stayed together so long today... "She approached song yunshang's ear naughtily and whispered," is there kiss? "

Song yunshang didn't seem to know what song Hongzhuang was talking about. She just stared at her feet and felt that she couldn't walk.

"No..." song Hongzhuang frowned: "you look like you've been greatly stimulated..." she then covered her mouth and opened her beautiful eyes wider and wider: "you won't... You won't go directly to third base!"

Song yunshang turned his head blankly and looked at Song Hongzhuang.

Song Hongzhuang was more sure that her speculation was true. She was in a sudden mood. She had come to inquire about the news. If song yunshang had been settled by Qian Wei, the competitor would have been eliminated: "yes, it must be so! Look at you, you can't walk! You'll fall when you enter the door! It must have been given by Qian Wei... "

Her voice suddenly decreased. She looked around and whispered, "how's it going? Will it hurt the first time? Is it too painful to walk? "

Before Song yunshang answered, song Hongzhuang was worried and couldn't sleep: "it's over. How could it be so fierce for the first time... You made me have a psychological shadow." Then she patted herself on the chest and muttered in a low voice: "but old men are different from young men. Uh huh, old men know how to pity and cherish jade. They shouldn't be so fierce... Uh huh, it must be..."

Song yunshang couldn't help it and shouted, "what's fierce or not? Red makeup, what the hell are you talking about? Nothing happened between me and Mr. Qian! Also, what old man pity? Do you like any old man? "

Song Hongzhuang, who accidentally exposed her mind: "