Chapter 291

Tang Miao was very obedient today, no matter what Song Ling did to her, she was obedient and did not resist. Even if Song Ling asked her to leave because she was playing with Ruan Ruan, Tang Miao just frowned, her face was full of reluctance, but she followed Song Ling, walked away step by step, and disappeared into Liang Xiaoxiao's eyes. He Huang Haotian's sight.

At that time, he didn't understand why Tang Miao would show such reluctance, Song Ling felt uneasy in his heart, but he frowned to suppress this uneasiness, and hugged Tang Miao even harder, as long as she was by his side was enough.

Tang Miao and Liang Xiaoxiao have already arranged all the escape steps, when to leave, how to leave, where to go, communication and contact methods, and sources of livelihood... Everything is ready, and the last thing is to escape, what Tang Miao has to do now , just to let Song Ling fall asleep with peace of mind.

So today's Tang Miao was extraordinarily well-behaved and clingy, always nestled in Song Ling's arms and refused to leave. Hearing Song Ling's contented laughter and helpless pampering sigh, Tang Miao felt even more guilty and reluctant to let go. However, she had no choice, she didn't want to continue living like this anymore.

Liang Xiaoxiao told her that it was actually very easy to leave with a firm heart, all she had to do was grit her teeth, close her eyes, and recall the disheartening scene in her mind.

"If you still don't want to give up, then think about it in your heart, he can live well only if you leave." Liang Xiaoxiao's expression was low, she said lightly, and finally showed a relieved smile, "Then your decision to leave will be It will become extremely determined." Liang Xiaoxiao smiled bitterly.

"Did you leave alone with this kind of mood back then?" Tang Miao excused herself to drink water and left from Song Ling's embrace. The temperature that disappeared instantly made her feel empty. He was heating the milk in the kitchen, and then added the sleeping pills Liang Xiaoxiao gave her in it. Seeing the iced milk start to heat up and bubble, and the white powder disappeared into the pot, Tang Miao suddenly wanted to cry.

My heart is full of distress for Liang Xiaoxiao, how did she run to a strange place by herself at that time, licking her wound silently?

"Da da da" Tang Miao heard footsteps coming from the living room, and knew that Song Ling was coming, so she quickly turned her back and wiped away her tears, then pretended to concentrate, stretched out her hand to feel the temperature of the milk in the pot, and by the way Shake the pot to dissolve the sleeping pill powder more evenly.

Song Ling was probably dazzled by the recent happiness, and even forgot the most basic walking silently, so that he missed Tang Miao's abnormal moment so easily, and in the end he could only regret it.

"Why so long?" Song Ling wrapped Tang Miao's waist from behind, lowered her head and leaned on her shoulder, and asked softly, with a hint of coquettishness in her voice.

"I'm done drinking, and I want to heat you a cup." Tang Miao stroked Song Ling's big hand with both hands, leaned her head gently beside his head, and said with a smile.

"Hehe, does Miaomiao think I'm a child too? How old are you, and you still drink milk?" Song Ling couldn't help laughing, lowered her head and rubbed her head between Tang Miao's necks, and kept teasing her .

"You are a child! Hmph...do you want to drink~" Tang Miao became angry from embarrassment, her cheeks were flushed with shyness, and she lost her temper. Finally, she couldn't help it, and softly begged him to let Song Ling drink. Drink this glass of milk.

How could Song Ling refuse Tang Miao's intention, stretched out his hand to take Tang Miao's poured cup, it was not too cold and not too hot, a little bit hot, passing through his throat, it was warm and comfortable. Song Ling raised her head and drank the glass of milk with Tang Miao's heart in one gulp. While drinking, she kept staring at Tang Miao.

"It's over, Miaomiao." Song Ling turned the milk glass upside down, signaling that she had finished drinking it all.

Tang Miao couldn't help laughing, probably because she was about to leave, Tang Miao's heart was very soft tonight, and Song Ling was also very clingy tonight, and she liked to act like a baby unconsciously and lose her child's temper.

"Good boy, go to bed and sleep~" Tang Miao took the cup, patted Song Ling's head, and pushed him towards the bedroom.

Song Ling was unwilling, but Tang Miao's persistence could not be hindered, so she had no choice but to walk towards the room reluctantly with a helpless smile.

"Since Miaomiao wants to serve me tonight, I'll satisfy you." Song Ling waved her hands to the back as she walked, "Miaomiao, I want to drink a glass of water and rinse my mouth later. It's the habit of your children. The old man is still not used to it. The milk smell is...strange."

Song Ling said, walked into the room, and heard Tang Miao angrily say "I hate it." Then he burst out laughing, and before Tang Miao started throwing things, he quickly closed the door.

The moment Song Ling closed the door, the smile on Tang Miao's face disappeared, her whole face collapsed, and there was tiredness between her brows. God knows how hard she had just coaxed Song Ling to drink the glass of milk without any doubts, to cover up her small movements so that Song Ling wouldn't notice.

Moreover, how hard it took me to hold back the moment when my lover didn't show up, and I couldn't stop the tears from flowing.

Tang Miao washed the cup absent-mindedly, then poured a cup of clear water for Song Ling. After thinking about it, she also poured some sleeping pill powder into the clear water and shook it lightly. In order to prevent Song Ling from noticing the turbidity in the water, Tang Miao I deliberately changed to an opaque cup.

Guessing that the effect of the medicine should be about the same, Tang Miao picked up the water glass, took a deep breath, encouraged herself, and then stretched out her hand to push open the door. If Song Ling is still asleep, give him this glass of water and give him a little more strength. if……

She looked at Song Ling sleeping deeply on the bed, with a happy smile on his peaceful sleeping face, his long eyelashes fluttering occasionally, he slept very deeply, Tang Miao deliberately walked on the ground and rubbed against it, making loud noises. Song Ling didn't hear his voice either.

At this time, he seemed less tough than he was during the day, and more fragile. Tang Miao looked at the water glass in her hand and smiled absentmindedly.

Really, no matter how powerful Song Ling is, he is still alone, how can he resist the effects of drugs. It's a pity that I don't know when to start, and I have to make two preparations for Song Ling. What Liang Xiaoxiao gave herself was enough to fascinate a grown man. If she gave Song Ling another share, what would happen then?

Tang Miao began to blame herself for being cruel. Song Ling might be really strong, but it was all in front of outsiders, under the premise of protecting himself. Song Ling in front of him could laugh, act like a baby, be silly, and be silly, just to make himself smile. It was also because Tang Miao was the person he loved the most that he was able to reveal his true nature so easily.

Just like now, even if it is the most vulnerable side of himself, he will show it in front of Tang Miao without hesitation.

Tang Miao reached out and stroked Song Ling's face, forehead and nose...

Her hand rested on Song Ling's eyes, and her small hand gently stroked between Song Ling's eyes, where frowning was always present.

"In the future...don't frown all the time...you will grow old." Tang Miao rubbed back and forth, trying to smooth the wrinkles between Song Ling's eyebrows. She whispered, her tone was distressed and softly coquettish. What Song Ling couldn't resist the most was Tang Miao's waxy voice, no matter what it was, he would agree without hesitation.

Tang Miao smiled. Seeing Song Ling's subconscious pouting and frowning, she stretched out her hand subconsciously, grabbed Tang Miao's wrist, put her hand into the quilt, and wrapped Tang Miao's cold hand with her big warm hand. little hands.

Even in her sleep, Song Ling was equally sensitive and careful, loving herself just as much...

Feeling Song Ling's gentleness, Tang Miao's eyes gradually became moist.

"Oh, don't treat me so unconsciously again," Tang Miao pouted and complained in a low voice, "I can't bear to leave if you're like this~" Tang Miao said, her words trembling, she clenched her hands tightly. After trembling for a long time, his own hand finally opened his eyes, his eyes were firm, and he stretched out his hand to push Song Ling away to hold his hand, with a firm movement that could not be refused.

Tang Miao quickly put on her clothes, and quietly took out the letter she secretly wrote while Song Ling was away. She wrote it intermittently for a long time, because Song Ling was by her side almost all the time, and she used to find it annoying, but now Tang Miao looked at the letter, thought about it, and suddenly felt a little bit reluctant.

She looked up with tears in her eyes, holding back the tears she wanted to shed. Covering her mouth with her hand, trembling helplessly, she gently placed the envelope on her pillow. Along with her own mobile phone, ID card... Tang Miao took out all the things that were related to Song Ling and carried his memories, and placed them beside Song Ling, gradually filling up the place where she was.

Tang Miao was determined to see the farther and farther world, to find the life without Song Ling, to feel what she could be in the world after abandoning family, lover, friends, and all kinds of fetters in the secular world. look. This time her luggage was prepared by Liang Xiaoxiao, including brand new clothes, jewelry, cosmetics, and a new ID card.

She fondled the clothes in the closet with nostalgia, and the clothes Song Ling bought for herself were very suitable for her taste, but this her was herself a few years ago. Now, her heart has long been old, and she no longer likes pink attire.

"In the past few days, thank you, I am wearing it and I am very happy."

Tang Miao touched the objects that accompanied her during this week one by one, and the memories of this week flashed in her mind. On the toilet bath, he and Song Ling were shaving intimately. In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the room are myself and Song Ling