The Hegemon's Kiss Addiction

Song Jiujiu, wearing an apron that she didn't know where to turn it out, was cooking in it. Honglian's eyes were stunned. She looked down at her wound. Miraculously, she felt that it didn't hurt so much. She hooked her mouth and leaned on the sofa to enjoy it.

The owner of this island should be one of those who have a lot of money. Otherwise, it is so far away from Los Angeles that it is not easy to supply power. Fortunately, there is plenty of sunshine on the island. When he first came in, he found the power supply outside, which was a new equipment in Europe last month. It has not been popularized in China. After all, the price is too expensive, but there are more than one on this island, and the people behind it That's great.

Song Jiujiu picked up a few dishes for the two people, served them on the table, quickly dried their hands, and came to help Honglian.

Honglian wants to say that she is not so vulnerable. After all, she is used to being hurt often. But seeing song September as she is, she is damned to accept it.

Song Jiujiu scooped him a bowl of fish soup. He was afraid that there would be something wrong with the man's wound, so he had to make something light first.

This is the first time Hong Lian has eaten the food cooked in September of Song Dynasty. How can we say that she is lucky? Anyway, it's the feeling of blooming in my heart.

Even his hands were shaking, he tried to suppress the excitement, and his face was of course.

Song Jiujiu always thought his cooking was good, but when he saw the unspeakable expression of Honglian, his eyebrows frowned.

"Not to your taste? What flavor do you like? I'll make it for you later

Honglian shakes her head and silently fills herself with a bowl of soup. After a brief period of stupidity in September of Song Dynasty, she has a smile on her face.

After two people finished eating, she went outside again and found that the island was really isolated, and there was nothing around, just like there was such an island in the middle of the sea.

Her idea is the same as Honglian, who must have bought this island, and the owner should come here often.

After a few circles, song Jiujiu sighed and went back to his room. He saw that Honglian was still in the room and slowly sat beside him.

"Honglian, we seem to be trapped here. If there is no boat coming, we will not be able to return."

However, she thought of the yacht at that time and looked up at the man. At that night, she still had some slight consciousness. She knew that they were on a yacht. She had just circled the island and found no trace of the yacht.

"Honglian, I remember having a yacht. Where has the yacht gone?"

Honglian's fist tightened and her eyes turned to one side.

"The wind and waves are so strong that when they drag you ashore, they float away."

Song Jiujiu nodded. It turned out that it was like this, but this place, without that thing, they couldn't go back at all.

Honglian doesn't speak, her eyes droop.

In fact He deliberately let the yacht go and wanted to stay with song Jiujiu for a little longer, because after leaving here, song's name could only be entangled with Fu Tsai, and only in this place could he be closer to her

"We can only wait for other people to help, but there are a lot of things in this place, it won't starve to death. You should get better earlier."

Honglian nodded and touched the position of her abdomen. Her wound recovered very quickly. In a few days, she should be scarred.

Now they are in a helpless situation, but they are in different moods.

When song September thought about this incident, she felt like a knot in her heart. In the end, she even thought about whether Fu Cai would worry about her once she was missing. She still said that after her disappearance, just like the other party's intention, he didn't have to pity himself

Fu Tsai didn't know that there was such a big misunderstanding in Song September's heart, because he was still in a coma. He had been having nightmares. He dreamed that a big mouth would swallow song Jiujiu into it. It was dark, horrible, and his heart shriveled.

His forehead slowly spilled sweat, the whole person was put into a plastic film, layer by layer wrapped, breathless.

"September of Song Dynasty..."

Fu Tsai yelled in a hoarse voice. He found that no one should answer. He opened his eyes slowly. He was stabbed by the white light and closed his eyes again. After a while, he came back to himself. Seeing the snow-white ceiling, he trembled in his heart and quickly sat up from the bed.

Mo Yi, what did he say? The body was from Song September? He won't believe it. How could such a beautiful person like song September end in that way.

Fu Tsai got up and pulled out the needle in his hand. As soon as he got out of bed, he felt dizzy in his head. Only then did he find that there was a small hole in his wrist, and his eyebrows wrinkled. He didn't care. When the dizziness passed, he opened the door of the ward.

Yu Chuyuan just walked in from outside. Seeing this man, he quickly put down his things and came up to support each other.

"Boss."

Fu Tsai pushed away the man, but he was not so weak, but the heart of the place hurt to death.

"You say that body is song September?"

He still asked, as if he would not give up until he heard the answer.Yu Chuyuan nodded when he saw that the man's mental state was not so bad.

"I have compared the DNA several times, which is completely consistent with Miss Song's, boss, you still It's a good time to be sad... "

Although this sentence is cruel, but what can we do at this time? Miss Song is no longer here. The boss can't always stay in the past and hurt people so much.

Fu Tsai's eyes turned red. Before he fell into a coma, he thought it was his own auditory hallucination. But now he heard this man say it again. He felt that the heart was in a terrible pain, and the red thing seemed to fall from a high place and break into pieces.

He quickly turned around, afraid that the other party would see his embarrassed appearance, and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Where is she?"

"In the special morgue, there is only the body of Miss Song."

Fu Tsai nodded and walked towards the place with soft legs. When he opened the door, his hands trembled like words. Finally, he opened the door with red eyes.

There is only one bed in it. This is a special morgue. There are not too many corpses in it. The white cloth covers the bed, and the burnt black arm is exposed on one side of the white cloth.

Fu Tsai went out of the room in some confusion. He didn't dare to take a look at the corpse. How could he believe that a woman who was coquettish not long ago would become like that, no That's not song September.

He got on the car and wanted to start the car, but today's car seems to be deliberately against him, no matter how his hand is twisted, there is no movement.

Fu Tsai red eyes lying on the steering wheel, slightly shaking his shoulders, issued a low voice.

There are so many beauties in the world, but she is the place of his love