Rebirth of a Luxury Family: Killer Wife hug in the Arms

Liu Qingqing returned to the room, lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling with open eyes. He couldn't tell what it was like. When he thought of the past, he felt like he had been knocked over.

In her previous life, as a cold cream, she performed too many tasks and killed too many people. For the task, they must hide their feelings and conscience. As long as the task needs, as long as those people may hurt them and the people who hire them, they must kill them, whether they are always young, male or female, or even pregnant women.

Liu Qingqing sighed. Alas, in the killer world, if you are kind to the enemy, it is cruel to your own people. Many people don't look so gentle, polite and weak on the surface. Their children may take out a gun from their backpack, and pregnant women may take out a grenade from their pregnant belly. The world looks very peaceful on the surface, but who knows if something dirty is happening in a dark corner of the night?

Liu Qingqing looked at the sleeping rabbit lying beside her pillow and gently touched its head. She really likes small animals. After all, in those days when she was a killer, she always felt that people were separated from each other. It seemed that everyone around her could not believe except the boss Xing Ying, but small animals were different. At least they were more loyal than humans.

I don't know how long she lay down, but Liu Qingqing still couldn't sleep. She got up and went downstairs to the living room. She stood in front of the French window of the living room and looked at the flowers and plants in the yard and the wild cats passing outside the yard from time to time. There were moths flying under the dim yellow street lamp. She looked at the silver moon in the sky through the window. It was so bright, so cold, but it seemed so pale and powerless. She couldn't help sighing. What could the moon be so bright in the dark? How many dark places can it shine?

At the moment, it was not only Liu Qingqing who couldn't sleep in the Ling family. Ling Mufeng also lay in bed. He thought of Liu Qingqing's face full of tears. He didn't know what it was like in his heart. At first sight, when he saw her bullying her sister, the proud and cunning look made him feel that she was in high spirits. When she formally introduced herself to him for the first time, he only felt that she was generous and decent. Later, when he stopped his wheelchair to save him and sat on the ground covering his feet, he felt that she was a little silly and looked very cute.

Ling Mufeng thought of all the things he had seen with Liu Qingqing until now. The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't sleep. He got up, got into a wheelchair, took the elevator downstairs and planned to stay in the hall. At the moment when the elevator door opened, he saw Liu Qingqing wearing a white nightdress, standing in front of the French window and looking up at the moon in the sky. Her body was so thin. The moonlight shone on her through the window, covering her figure with a light silver glow. However, the figure seemed so lonely and lonely. Let Ling Mufeng's heart ache for the girl again.

Liu Qingqing heard some voices behind her. Turning back, she saw Ling Mufeng slowly driving towards her with a wheelchair. Ling Mufeng noticed that tears hung on her face.

Liu Qingqing quickly wiped away the tears on her face and asked, "can't you sleep?"

"Well, go out with me"

Liu Qingqing takes a coat for Ling Mufeng and herself, gently puts it on Ling Mufeng, and pushes Ling Mufeng on the road. No one speaks along the way. The community at night is very quiet. Only the yellow street lamps are still working. Liu Qingqing looks at the street lamps sprinkled on Ling Mufeng. She suddenly feels that the figure in the wheelchair is so warm and makes people feel so safe