Of course, only her mother could make this man make such a fuss. What does he think of others?

Haha, bullshit!

Looking at the people guarding around them, Song Jinqiao held Xuan Ji's hand tightly, looked at the man beside him for a few seconds, and then turned his gaze back to them.

That thing was actually just a simple necklace, but my mother was wearing it when she first met this man. Later, because of her mental illness, my mother would go crazy when she saw the necklace, so Song Jinqiao secretly hid the necklace.

She didn't expect that Song Yanli would treasure and be so crazy about this necklace, even to this extent.

But, if you think about it carefully, it suits his style quite well.

Just when Song Yanli was about to lose his patience, Song Jinqiao took out the necklace from his pocket with an expressionless face and threw it directly at his feet.

Seeing the man picking up the necklace with such care and attention, Song Jinqiao really wanted to sneer.

affectation!

Song Yanli got what he wanted and was ready to leave. Before leaving, he looked at her deeply, and his eyes contained many ambiguous meanings. The same ambiguous eyes also fell on Xuan Ji for a few seconds.

Song Jinqiao couldn't help but hold Xuan Ji's hand tightly.

She knew what that look meant.

He has set his sights on Xuan Ji.

*

"Be careful when you go out." Song Jinqiao knelt in front of him, straightened up, and couldn't help but kiss his lips.

She still remembers Song Yanli's look in her heart and can't forget it.

Xuan Ji was asked by her, and raised his big hands to hold her head, tilting his head back to deepen the kiss.

"I know. Don't worry too much about me. You should be careful too."

Song Jinqiao was so breathless from his kiss that she fell limply into his arms, panting, "I don't need to worry about you? Then you can still be kidnapped?"

Xuan Ji relaxed his brows, unable to answer her.

He really didn't know how to explain the hidden truth of this matter to her.

*

"I haven't even come to you yet, but you came to me first."

The elegant man on the high seat had an extremely handsome face. He was an omnipotent being, with golden eyes and long hair, holy and magnificent.

Xuan Ji, dressed in a fiery red robe, stood tall and slender in this platinum-colored hall. Her bright and blooming enchantment, like the allure of a blooming red spider lily, was incompatible with this holy place.

He held Song Jinqiao horizontally, looked up at the god on the high throne, his bloodshot eyes cold and wanton: "Everything you did."

His tone was very certain.

Cecilia stood up, her soft white robe falling layer by layer, dragging with her steps. Her golden, holy eyes exuded the ruthlessness and desirelessness unique to gods. "Me? What can I do? Wasn't this you who did it?"

"If you hadn't left, she wouldn't have been able to sacrifice her strength for you and suppress the dark curse within you."

"Xuan Ji, the king of birds, are you blaming me?"

Xuan Ji hugged Song Jinqiao tightly, his hands already trembling slightly.

It seems that what Cecilia said was right.

"How should I...save her..." He spoke in a hoarse voice, his lowered eyes unable to read the emotion in his eyes.

Asking for help from Cecilia, the god who had tortured him hundreds of times, was something he had never thought of doing.

But reality seems to be playing a joke.

However, if it was for this female, he was willing to bow to Cecilia.