Hey, I'm Leaving Again

Song ran understands and goes in.

This wing room is completely different from the one just now. The light of the wing room just now is dim, there are doors and no windows, but one of the windows of this room faces the busy market. Song ran goes to the window and looks out. It is another street parallel to the street just came in. It comes in from the front door just now. All the way is flat. When he comes here, the terrain is suddenly high and can be seen from top to bottom.

"Come on!" the man interrupted song Ran's meditation,

Song ran walks over and lies on the soft couch according to his request. The man covers her with a blanket and takes out a incense burner to turn around under song Ran's nose. As he turns, he says, "sleep, child."

Soon, song ran felt her eyelids become very heavy, so she fell asleep. Xingyun picked up a tool, stroked the scar on Song Ran's back neck, gently shook his head and sighed.

When song ran woke up, she was alone in the room. She was still lying in the position before she fell asleep. After lifting the blanket, song ran goes to the mirror, pulls up her scattered hair, and carefully observes her tattoo through the mirror.

This idea came from Qi Jun. that day, when Qi Jun accompanied song ran to the hospital for reexamination, he suddenly said to her, "Ranran, go and tattoo a body and decorate the scar on your neck."

"Is this necessary?" Song ran raised her eyebrows.

"Tattoo is to let you remember this scar and the person who hurt you." Qi Jun's tone became excited, as if she was the victim.

"OK!" Song ran should come down. In fact, song ran can remember Wen and bu Wen, but he doesn't want to argue with Qi Jun. he owes Qi Jun a life and follows Qi Jun in everything.

So according to Qi Jun's request, song ran came to the store called "dying". Qi Jun seemed to know the owner and took care of everything for song ran.

Nebula tattooed a rose for song ran. The blooming rose just covered the scar on his neck. A small one can even see the veins on the leaves. The pattern is lifelike, like a really full and blooming rose.

Song ran touches the tattoo and thoughtfully walks out of the room. There is no shadow of nebula outside. Song ran wanted to say thanks and say hello before leaving. Since people don't want to communicate too much, they can only give up.

When she walked out of the store, it was already dark. Song ran received a call from Qi Jun. in the evening, Qi Jun invited her to a western restaurant for dinner.

When the car drove out of the downtown and passed a bar, song ran seemed to see Mo Qianxing passing by and entered the bar. When I looked more carefully, I found nothing.

Song ran rubbed her eyes and uttered a mocking smile.

In the bar.

In the dark box, Mo Qianxing hugged a pink beauty in his left hand and shook with a glass of red wine in his right hand. Next to him, there were several plump beauties. Someone gathered together and sent a cigarette from Mo Qianxing's mouth. He held it in his mouth, and the beauty on the other side lit a fire for him.

Mo Qianxing swallowed and puffed for a while, and opened his mouth to drink the wine fed by the beauty.

A woman with a pure face and hot figure twisted a grape in her hand and was about to send it to Mo Qian's mouth, but her wrist was suddenly pinched.

Si Mu angrily grabbed the woman's hand and threw it hard. He stared at her and whispered, "you deserve it?"

The beauty who fed the grapes was frightened by Si mu, so she drilled into Mo Qian's arms and whined close to Mo Qian's chest: "Mr. Mo, I'm scared to death!"

Mo Qian loosed his arm, shook the red wine cup in his hand, raised his eyes, said expressionless, "what's up?"

Sima slammed a wine bottle on the ground, and the fragments of the bottle flew away, frightening the women to scream and shrink in the corner.

"Get out of here!" Sima pointed to the door and looked very angry.

The warblers hurried out of the box.

Sima grabbed Mo Qianxing's collar, pointed to the tip of his nose and scolded, "look at you. Are you worthy of the dead song ran? Do you think it's useful for you to escape like this? Will you come back if you escape like this?"

Mo Qian raised his eyebrows. "Escape? What can I escape?" he brushed Sima's hand away, sat down on the sofa and drank more than half a glass of red wine.

"Don't escape. What flower wine do you drink here? You're very capable if you don't go to the company for three months." Si Mu grabbed the wine just poured by Mo Qianxing and fell to the ground.

"Isn't it just song ran? What can I escape?" Mo Qian sneered, as if a little drunk.

Si Mu was stimulated by Mo Qian's words and continued to point to his pen and scold: "Mo Qian's punishment, I really misunderstood you. I thought you became depressed because of song Ran's death. Now it seems that you are just a hypocritical scum!"

After that, Si Mu punched Mo Qian in the face. Mo Qian fell to the ground without struggling. He let himself fall into a pile of broken glass.

Si Mu saw him drunk into a pool of mud, picked it up from the ground and hammered it on his stomach one punch after another.

Mo Qian's punishment remained unmoved.

"Don't you want to know who killed song ran? Don't you want to pay for her? You coward!"

Mo Qianxing looked up at him, but immediately lowered his head, broke away from Si Mu's hand, walked to the side and continued to drink!

"Waste!" Si Mu was so angry that he coughed. Then he slammed the door and walked out of the room.

When I came to the door of the bar, I happened to run into Lin Yurou who came to hear the news.

Si Mu turned a blind eye to Lin Yurou and snorted coldly. Open the door and walk away.

Lin Yurou rushed to the box where Mo Qianxing was located, picked up Mo Qianxing who was drunk in the card seat, and helped him out.

Mo Qianxing put one hand on Lin Yurou's shoulder. When he staggered to the door, he suddenly hugged Lin Yurou and mumbled, "Ranran..."

Lin Yurou was delighted at the sudden embrace of Mo Qianxing. When she heard what he said, her face immediately cooled down again.

"Qian Xing, I'm Yurou ~" Lin Yurou holds Mo Qian Xing's chin and looks sullen.

"Ranran, I miss you so much, miss you so much..." Mo Qianxing still shouted song Ran's name in his mouth. Lin Yurou's eyes were cold and kept walking with Mo Qianxing without saying a word. After a while, he suddenly figured it out and said to himself, "I have nothing to do with a dead man."

But once he thought that Mo Qianxing delayed his marriage to her because of song Ran's death, Lin Yurou hated her teeth. According to the plan, they should hold a wedding in May, but because of song ran, Mo Qianxing postponed the wedding to next year.

In order to maintain her gentle and generous image, Lin Yurou agreed with her teeth.

At the same time, Qi Jun and song ran sat face to face in the restaurant. Qi Jun took a glass of red wine in his hand, bypassed song Ran's back, lifted song Ran's hair and polished it with his thumb. Nebula specially tattoos roses into red, which looks a little charming under the dim yellow light of the restaurant.

"It suits you very much! Ranran" Qi Jun drank the wine in his hand.