Vengeful Angel：Looper's lover

After finishing the meal, song Zhiran drove Wu Qingluo home. Then he went back to his mansion, threw his bag into the sofa, directly lost his thin high heels, and went into the bathroom. The hot water filled the bathtub filled the whole bathroom with white fog, which seemed to be a beautiful dream. Song Zhiran, lying in the warm water, seemed to return to his mother's arms. Song Zhiran had never seen his mother's face. All he could see was the photo album in the drawer. These few photos became the precious memory. In Song Zhiran's memory, he never knew what kind of person his mother was, What is the story of people, why and his father became a family, but after his birth, inexplicably died, this is completely unknown things.

Song Zhiran's father never mentioned her mother to song Zhiran. It seems that song Zhiran's mother never appeared. It seems that song Zhiran is his own child.

In front of the foggy glass, song Zhiran wiped and rubbed the glass directly with his hand, and drew clear fragments. Under the fragments were drops of water, flowing slowly, like tears,

Song Zhiran's beautiful face is reflected in this clip. It's just that when song Zhiran faces his own face, he has a strange feeling, as if he is not himself or song Zhiran in front of the mirror, but an insignificant stranger. He has nothing to do with it, doesn't know it, and has nothing to do with it.

Song Zhiran felt sad, as if the people in the mirror were laughing at him desperately. His face began to show signs of distortion. It was so evil and weird that song Zhiran felt a sense of fear in his heart. This fear came from the lack of security, It's as if everything has collapsed. Nothing can be used to build a wall against the fear from the outside world.

Song Zhiran is almost crazy. She is pulling her hair. She doesn't know what else to do to tear the devil around her. It seems that she has been in such an unbalanced and unstable mood for a while. But song Zhiran doesn't pay attention to it at all. She just feels that she is too lonely, It's like the lack of care from relatives and friends. Especially when Wu Qingluo was about to get married, the loneliness seemed to be aggravated. Song Zhiran felt that it was just a common phenomenon. Maybe it would be better after a while's sleep. There was no need to pay attention to it, but it was so uncomfortable at this moment.

Finally, the fog cleared away. Song Zhiran seemed to see clearly that the person on the glass was himself. The feeling of being surrounded by tension suddenly disappeared. Everything seemed to return to normal, and the quiet atmosphere was restored around him.

As soon as everything calmed down, song Zhiran heard a violent knock on the door. The bathroom was in the master bedroom. At this time, the knock on the door became more and more intense.

Song Zhiran's white bathrobe of national war, going out to open the door.

It turned out to be her baby sitter a Lian who knocked on the door.

"Aunt Lian, what's the matter with you?"

Song Zhiran's face is different. A Lian has been taking care of song Zhiran since she was very young, just like a relative. But after all, she is always a servant, but song Zhiran always respects her very much.

"Miss, I'm calling for no one to pay attention to this. I thought there was something wrong and I'm going to knock on the door."

Ah Lian was panting. Obviously, she had been barking at the door for a long time. No one paid attention to her, so she knocked on the door in such a hurry.

"I'm fine, aunt Lian. Don't worry. What can happen to me?"

Song Zhiran looks at a Lian's nervous expression and thinks that a Lian is making a fuss. He is not good. What else can happen in his home?

"To tell you the truth, madam, I'm always in a state of uncertainty recently. I always feel that something is going to happen. I can't tell you what's going on. It's just that my heart is very noisy. "

A Lian sighed a long time, and said it as if it was a real thing.

"Aunt Lian, come in and sit down. I don't know if something happened recently."

Song Zhiran takes a Lian by the hand, pulls her into the room and sits down on the sofa.

Sitting on the soft sofa, ah Lian's chatterbox seemed to open at once. Compared with the words just now, it seemed that it was just a appetizer. At this time, it was the main food.

"Miss, I've been restless recently. I don't want to do anything before. Look at my face. It's not good. I can't sleep well at night. I always have nightmares. It has something to do with miss. It's either falling off a cliff or being loaded by a car. In a word, it's nothing good. Look, it's something."

A Lian seems to be very sad. She pats her on her thigh and feels very upset.

"Aunt Lian, you can't sleep well. Go to Uncle Li's hospital tomorrow. I'll call Uncle Li later and ask him to arrange a better doctor for you. You have to see a doctor. It's nothing. It will be fine."

Song Zhiran was not angry at all. Instead, he felt that Aunt Lian was ill. Indeed, the old man would not sleep well. If he did not sleep well, he would be in a bad mood. In the long run, there would be a vicious circle, but it would be difficult to cure. Instead, he should treat it as soon as possible and recover faster.

"No... miss... Listen to me... Listen to me... This..." when ah Lian wanted to say something else, song Zhiran refused to go out.

"Aunt Lian, I'm sleepy. I'll go to work tomorrow? Go to bed earlier, too. "

After Song Zhiran finished, he pushed a Lian out of the door. The old man was nagging. Although song Zhiran was used to it, he was also irritable. After all, he was not in a good mood.

Seeing off the noisy aunt Lian, song Zhiran feels that he can be quiet. He sits on the balcony and looks at the bright lights. Song Zhiran's heart is not a taste.

Everyone has a home, and how many people are eager to have a house in this city. But for song Zhiran, it's either a house or a home. The house and home are never equal. He has plenty of houses. Because he doesn't want to see his father's wife, song Zhiran insists on moving out and living in the big villa, With the swimming pool or single family, do not live, they found an apartment, by Aunt Lian care, but here is no taste of home, but is a sleepy, can sleep place.

This place is quiet, no one speaks, as if they do not speak is a silent world. Such a high-grade community is not affordable for everyone. The price of 351 square meters is not affordable for everyone.

This is a prosperous city, but the more prosperous the city is, the more indifferent people are. Everyone is bow to the road, but no one cares about the road itself. Come and go, but forget their own fun. Song Zhiran finally understood that he was so high in the illusion of being too high to be cold.

**It's a good night's sleep. Song Zhiran got up early. She's on a mission today. You know, Wu Qingluo is going to the airport today. He promised to take her to the airport, so she has to be on time.

As soon as Wu Qingluo comes out of the house with his bag, song Zhiran's car stops at Wu Qingluo's side.

"Just on time."

Wu Qingluo smiles and teases song Zhiran, but in fact, he is happy.

"That's it. Let's go. Get in the car."

The car was on its way to the International Airport.

"Let's go for a week this time."

Song Zhiran was very familiar with Wu Qingluo's itinerary. "Your family must be reluctant to give up."

"Well, don't mention him. I won't even let him send me. You said that I'm not married, so I've already set up my music. It's not like this at ordinary times."

Obviously, Wu Qingluo is not satisfied with the fiance's behavior.

"It must be very busy. Don't take it to heart. I'll give it to you. "

Song Zhiran was unraveling all the way, and soon arrived at the International Airport. He didn't find anything unusual. The car was parked in the parking lot, and then they went straight to terminal T2.

Song Zhiran's car is always followed by a white Nissan, which stops beside her red sports car. Inside sat a young man, wearing a beret, black sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, dressed in casual clothes.

The man watched song Zhiran and Wu Qingluo leave the red sports car, then get out of the car and swing on the door.

Wu Qingluo is just going on a business trip. It's not something that will never come again. This song Zhiran is like the illusion of seeing off relatives.

Looking at Wu Qing falling into the gate, song Zhiran also turned around and left the terminal, walked back to the garage, got on his own sports car, and the white Nissan behind soon disappeared on the road, as if it had never appeared.

In a well-known international company, the conference room is full of people, holding a grand meeting. All of them are making suggestions for next year's development plan.

At this time, the Secretary appeared and whispered a few words in front of a young man.

"Mr. Lin, just now the hospital called and said that your fiancee had an accident."

The man's face suddenly turned white.

"The meeting is suspended. I have to leave for a moment. "

In front of everyone's eyes, Lin Minjia rushed out of the meeting room and went straight to the second people's hospital.