The wind howled, thunder and lightning, and a bright light passed through the sky, shining on an abandoned sanatorium in a remote military headquarters.
In the sanatorium, the lights are blazing.
On the single bed in the sanatorium ward, there was a man.
The bright light shines on the man's face, reflecting his handsome and extraordinary face. His facial features are three-dimensional and profound, perfect as God's favorite, without any flaw.
But he didn't look well.
Pale, bloodless, just like a vampire in the middle ages.
Click, the door is opened.
A small figure sneaked in.
Song Weiqing looks back. He Yisheng and the soldier are not there. She immediately locks the door.
The eyes painted with delicate eye makeup were staring at the people on the bed tightly, and a trace of heaviness and a smile flashed in the eyes.
She walked to Huo Xiao, her eyes locked on the man's noble and handsome face.
Hand slowly extended past, point abdomen to stick Huo Xiao's face.
"Major general, how can you be like this?"
"Mu Chu Di that cheap woman all married with Shen Jing Chuan, what do you mean like this?"
"Now I'm sorry. What else can a woman who wants to change her mind have besides being cheap? No one in the world loves you as much as I do. "
Song Weiqing's hands slowly down, fingertips depict Huo xiaoyingting's features.
This pair of eyes, this lip, those cold, vicious words are all from here.
Song Weiqing's index finger is pasted on Huo Xiao's lip. Suddenly, an idea comes to mind.
She quickly pulled out Huo Xiao's clothes, revealing her strong chest. She lay down, made an ambiguous gesture, and then took a picture.
Looking at the photos in the mobile phone, song Weiqing's mouth slightly rises.
Although mu Chudi is going to marry Shen Jingchuan, she still wants to send it to her.
Song Weiqing also input a provocative words.
Before, she didn't dare to make Huo Xiao angry, so she seldom did it in person.
But now, it's not necessary.
The screen shows that several words have been sent, and song Weiqing takes back the phone.
At this time, she is still half lying beside Huo Xiao, a little side head, you can see his perfect side face.
My heart moved slightly.
At the beginning, it was the face that attracted her deeply and made her unable to move her eyes.
But he is always so estranged from her, so cold.
Song Weiqing's eyes are locked on Huo Xiao's face. Slowly, her eyes begin to fall down. Finally, they fall on the thin lips of men.
His lips were pale and bloodless.
Song Weiqing doesn't know why Huoxiao became like this. At this time, he is so fragile.
She could not imagine that Huo Xiao, the God of war, would fall one day.
And this day, she did not imagine the pain.
Maybe only in this way can she stand beside him.
Song Weiqing is in love.
She side body, the hand supports in Huo Xiao side, the face presses down slightly.
She wanted to kiss him.
I want to touch him.
She wants to have this man.
My lips are about to go down.
Suddenly, the door was knocked open, and the loud voice was very clear in the silent room.
Before Song Weiqing could react, her shoulder was held down by both hands and she was pulled away.
"Song Weiqing, don't try to do anything wrong."
"I'll let you come, just to get into Goodman."
After he Yisheng opens song Weiqing, he gives Huoxiao a check.
He didn't know what song Weiqing had done to Huo Xiao while he was away.