"Okay, okay!" Xiao Meng smiled like a well-fed kitten basking in the sun, "What do you want Qingchi to do?"

"Brother," Song Qingchi bit his lip, his chest heaving, "Brother, can you tell Qingzhi what happened during those days? Who did something to my brother? Before Qingzhi came to his brother's side,

when."

Xiao Meng's smile froze for an instant and slowly disappeared.

Song Qingzhi's heart suddenly tightened and he cursed himself in his heart. He brought such an expression to his brother, damn it.

"Okay, I'll just say it casually." Song Qingchi quickly hugged Xiao Meng, not daring to look at that lonely or even dull expression, "Brother, don't think about it, don't answer it, it's all my fault."

Xiao Meng nodded slightly in his arms, rubbed Song Qingzhi's chest, and after a while looked up with a smile.

Although Xiao Meng didn't say anything, Song Qingzhi could guess who it was related to without having to think about it. Since his brother didn't want to mention it, he wouldn't mention it.

Just solve the problems in the future by yourself. Just swallow the pain in the future by yourself.

When the call rang, Song Qingchi glanced at the screen, smiled at Xiao Meng and said, "I'll go to the balcony to answer the call."

Xiao Meng didn't pay attention and watched Song Qingchi turn around and pick up the potato chips again.

"Zifan." Song Qingchi's voice sounded tired and a little hoarse.

"Prince, have you thought about it? Do you want me to go find an expert?"

Song Qingchi turned around and glanced at Xiao Meng, who was secretly eating potato chips. His cheeks were bulging like a cute little hamster.

A chuckle came to the phone, and Mo Zifan was stunned, "What do you mean?"

Song Qingchi's face turned cold instantly. He didn't know, but logically he should be treated.

But will the treatment be painful? Will my brother have to bear more?

And can I still be relied on? In my brother's world, I will no longer be the only one in my world, and there will also be many people in my eyes.

He did not want.

Song Qingchi thought to himself that he was really crazy.

"Qingchi!" Mo Zifan shouted anxiously over there, "Xiaomeng can't go on like this!"

Song Qingchi sneered, raised one corner of his lips, "What does it have to do with you?" and hung up the phone.

His attitude was free and easy, and his demeanor was domineering. But Song Qingzhi knew that he had run away.

Song Qingchi stared at Xiao Meng in the living room, as if eating potato chips secretly was a great pleasure.

Is it true that only now can my brother like me so much?

Is it true that only now would my brother be willing to be held by me?

Isn't it true that only now, my brother will not leave with others.

The young man finally opened his mouth and said silently, "Brother, please give Qingchi some more time, please."

In fact, it was quite difficult, and Qingchi found it difficult in his heart.

"Xiao Meng!"

Xiao Meng and Song Qingzhi looked at each other. The wind in his ears seemed to disappear, the sky above his head seemed to disappear, everything in the world seemed to disappear, and there seemed to be only one Song Qingzhi left in his whole world.

Song Qingzhi's red eyes, Song Qingzhi's hanging hair, Song Qingzhi's already pale face, Song Qingzhi holding his hand tightly... and Song Qingzhi's voice contained thousands of emotions and sadness

"Xiao Meng" who is extremely panicked.

By the time Xiao Meng came to his senses, he had already been pulled up by Song Qingzhi.

"Qingchi?" As soon as she opened her mouth, Xiao Meng realized that her voice was hoarse. She suddenly thought of something, but she didn't dare to look at the scene downstairs. She quickly said, "Meng Yue?"

Song Qingzhi stared at Xiao Meng, his eyes as dark as the thick night, "Are you still thinking about Meng Yue?"

"I——" Xiao Meng noticed Song Qingzhi's anger, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt his whole body go weak, and his vision went dark before he fell down.

Song Qing caught the fainted person with quick eyes and hands. On the empty rooftop, in the roaring wind, he held Xiao Meng tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to melt him into his own flesh and blood.

He seemed to have returned to the day when the ground was covered with blood.

I don't know how long it took before he bent down and carried Xiao Meng on his back, and walked downstairs step by step. When he came downstairs, Meng Yue was lying on the ground in a pool of blood, with his brain bursting out. A bunch of people were surrounding him, talking all over the place.

.

"You're jumping off a building at such a young age?"

"Aren't people like this all these days? They commit suicide easily!"

"Oh, my body is rotten!"

Song Qingchi paused for a moment and saw a slender man standing outside the crowd. The man was so beautiful that he was feminine, but his eyes were as unwavering as a deep pool. Sensing Song Qingchi's gaze, the man nodded and smiled at him.

Qingmochi also nodded and looked at him deeply before leaving quickly.

The man looked at Song Qingchi's hurried back and smiled, then looked coldly at Meng Yue on the ground. He raised his right hand hanging by his side slightly, and quickly gathered his fingers. Meng Yue on the ground rolled his eyes, but no one noticed.

The man smiled, turned and left.

When Xiao Meng woke up, Song Qingchi was carefully applying an ice pack to his face. Song Qingchi quickly retreated with the ice pack as if he had been burned.

"Qingchi." Xiao Meng sat up and smiled at Song Qingchi. The coldness in his heart was warmed a lot by Song Qingchi.

"Meng Yue," Xiao Meng paused, her voice trembling, "She's dead, isn't she?" If it weren't for Song Qingchi, she would have been lying downstairs. When she thought of this, Xiao Meng was extremely scared.

.I am just a high school student, and I never thought that I would encounter such a matter of life and death. And, just because I don’t like her? Does Meng Yue hate herself so much that she wants to die with her? She actually, actually

To be hated so much...

"How dare you," Song Qingchi lowered his eyes, "How dare you do this to you."

Xiao Meng was stunned. He could hear how angry there was in Song Qingchi's voice. Song Qingchi had always been indifferent or even cold, but...it seemed that every time he became unlike him because of himself.

its own appearance.

Xiao Meng touched the red and swollen left side of his face, but wondered why Song Qingzhi was so angry. And when he caught him on the rooftop when he was about to fall, he seemed to be about to lose... the whole world? Xiao Meng

I laughed at myself in my heart, why are you so narcissistic? Isn’t it disgusting to the whole world? It’s so disgusting!

He looked up at Song Qingzhi, then glanced outside the infirmary twice, "Um, she, she died like this? She died, she died now..."

However, Song Qingzhi seemed to have been touched by some kind of switch. From the moment he realized something happened to Xiao Meng until the moment when his forbearance dissipated, his whole body seemed to be filled with black air, his eyes were about to spit out fire, and he gritted his teeth and squeezed every word.

Come out, "No, no, no more, control her!"

Xiao Meng was startled for a moment, and then nodded desperately without realizing it. Song Qingzhi seemed to regret his reaction and pulled his hair in annoyance. For a moment, both of them fell silent.

"Classmate Xiao Meng, are you okay?" A voice suddenly sounded, lazily and indescribably sexy, with a kind of bewitching power.

"Huh?" Xiao Meng looked up and saw a face that was so beautiful that she was sure she had never seen it before.

"you are?"

The man came closer, rubbed Xiao Meng's hair, and gently stroked the left side of Xiao Meng's face.
Chapter completed!