Chapter 262

In fact, the whole Qin family's house has been empty, and it is more and more like a solitary grave. However, those domesticated by Shi Mingfeng are willing to bind their souls here forever, such as the Butler in front of them.

He was brought back from the orphanage by Shi Mingfeng. He received a good education all the way. He has served the old lady for decades. All moral standards are based on each other. Killing and setting fire will not have any hesitation and guilt.

When the whole Qin family came to a dead end, Qin Qing's most taboo was the cold housekeeper.

"You shouldn't make your mother sad." he is also a person who watched girls grow up. He plays the role of executive officer in the excellent cultivation of his childhood. He comes from the evaluation of his peers more than the dignity of his elders.

Qin Qing gently moved his wrist and stared at his back carefully. He coldly raised the corners of his mouth and replied, "it's hard for you to take her as your mother."

A man who has been domesticated to this extent and is loyal is probably really hopeless.

In this regard, the Butler did not reply, and showed his loyalty and determination with his firm back blocking the door.

At the last few times, Qin Qing closed her eyes, stopped to recover her strength, silently estimated her injury, and had some chance of winning the housekeeper.

It's hard to think about it.

But after so many bloody storms, she was not afraid to fight again, so she squeezed the blade in her hand and snapped the rope on the top.

When the Butler in front of the door heard the news, he suddenly turned around. His specially trained skills reacted quickly at the first time, and his eyebrows were light and his killing opportunities were revealed.

Qin Qing fell to the ground. Ignoring the pain around her, she shot straight with a blade first.

She didn't naively think she could kill with one shot, but she was just giving her body time to cushion. Just the next second, when the Butler avoided the attack, there was a strong force outside the door, brushing the ground and pulling the whole man out.

Qin Qing thought she was dazzled for a moment. After pausing for two seconds, she struggled to get up to the door and looked out of the dark corridor. In vain, she saw a scene that made her stand stiff on the spot.

The cloister on the second floor of the Qin family's house is covered with Old French windows. The shadow of the moon tilts on the wooden edges, cutting the corridor into fragmented square grids. Qin Qing has trained here more than once at night. She has a ghost memory in her heart.

However, in the long passage, two people were standing side by side in front and back on the expensive carpet.

The back was tall and tall, half a head higher than the housekeeper in front, just revealing a pair of dark and deep eyes, while the housekeeper stood straight in front, with a pale face and no blood color, staring at his big eyes to show his usual rare horror.

A Swiss Army ran through his throat from back to front. The sharp tip of the knife pierced the skin and flesh. It was dripping blood. The blood was like ketchup soiling the neat and clean bow tie and shirt, but this time, he couldn't raise his hand to clean it up.

With a cry, the man simply pulled out the knife edge and let the Butler fall to one side.

The cold moonlight outside the window faintly shrouded the man. Qin Qing looked at the upright military green, and her brain suddenly became blank.

She watched the man's cold face in the dark light and shadow, as well as the Swiss Army, knife and limbs hanging on the side of her body, which were still dripping blood. It was like falling into an ice cave. It was so cold that she stepped back unconsciously. Every pore around her was shouting fear, which was several times more violent than the shadow of her childhood.

The next moment, her waist was clamped by an arm, and the irresistible strength of steel pressed her against the warm moon Hungary mouth. The uncontrollable heartbeat sent by her ears made her forget the pain even the injury on her back.

People's emotions, facial expressions and body language can be controlled by training and self suggestion, but physiological reactions can't deceive people.

Qin Qing heard the man's indifference, fear and panic under his appearance, and the strong valley he wanted to escape was churning under his heart. He was defeated in a moment, "... Feng Yan."

The name rolling back and forth in her mouth was finally whispered and outlined. She felt the hands on her waist more and more hard, almost rubbing her into her body. The increased pain made her more and more clearly realize the root of her fear.

She trembled her fingers and slowly hooked the man's palm holding the knife. She could no longer escape her inner regret and reluctance on the light bloody smell and cold and piercing handle.

Shi Mingfeng is right. Her existence will eventually bring misfortune to men, making them cross the bottom line and catch the blood they shouldn't touch. She knew she shouldn't be close anymore, but she was still reluctant to part with this embrace. She couldn't bear it. One day, another person will occupy this position.

I'm sorry, I still can't let you go.

She closed her eyes, buried her head deep in the man's chest, and said, "I want to go home..."

I miss our home.

Then she fell asleep. Confused, she only felt that she was picked up in the air and sent to the familiar and warm bed. She always held that reassuring existence in her palm.

One day and one night, the sun rose in the East and set in the west, and there was a moderate wind in the news media of city A.

Qin's group declared bankruptcy. Shi Mingfeng, the chairman of the Qin family, died of a sudden illness on the hospital bed, and the share price below the chassis was completely purchased overnight. In order to fill the deficit in the project, Qin Wanrou, the new owner of the Qin family, sold the only operational font R & D project on hand to the creatives. Since then, a large number of side branches of the Qin family lost their pillars and emptied the antique calligraphy and paintings of the Qin house overnight.

After thousands of years of scholarly giants have declined overnight, people only talk after dinner when watching news reports, and the employees sacrificed under Qin's related industrial chain have been reintegrated into an emerging network technology R & D company.

The general manager of this company is a beautiful woman with charming appearance and hot temper. The main part of the company studies the font input method. The company is officially named "Star Technology".

Of course, these aftercare work has to run quietly for a period of time to consolidate. Nowadays, countless members gathered in city a are worried. They make every effort to dial the same number, and Shengsheng tosses the silent mobile phone until there is no power.

One day and one night later, facing the light reflected by the dew on the windowsill in the morning, the breeze blew into the second floor of the villa hidden in the garden. The people sleeping in the bed trembled their curled eyelashes, slowly opened their eyes, gradually condensed from the overlapping layers around the pupils, and finally turned their heads to look at the people on the side of the pillow, men.