Song Cheng got angry, and Ya Tong quickly calmed him down, "Xiao Cheng, don't lose your temper. I don't think this little guy looks like he's lying. Let him think about it."
Her slender hands gently helped him straighten his collar. Looking at Song Cheng's eyes as gentle as water, she began to speak with some fantasy about her future life.
"Xiao Cheng, I'm really touched by you. I can't have children, but you don't mind. You are such a kind and loving person. I'm alone in Sucheng now, and I don't want to go to jail. I want to elope with you."
No matter which country you go to, I am willing to follow you to the ends of the earth. Okay?"
Song Cheng's impetuous heart found a trace of peace and comfort in her gentle eyes. He sighed, "It's good that you think so."
A smile appeared on Yatong's pale cheeks, so clear,
"It's not too late. Now we can seize the opportunity and live a happy life together. Xiao Cheng, do you really not mind that I'm older than you? Do you really not mind that I can't have children?"
She blinked her thick eyelashes, and her watery eyes were innocent to the extreme.
Song Cheng's heart melted a little instantly. He lifted her chin, stared into her eyes, and said firmly, "I told you, don't mind. I don't mind anything. I only care whether you have me in your heart?"
Ya Tong smiled even brighter, put her arms around his neck and said,
"Of course I have you in my heart. My heart is full of you now. I just realized that I have fallen in love with you unconsciously. In this world, you are the best for me.
From now on, no matter where you go, I will follow you. Xiao Cheng, will you give me happiness? "
In the three years they'd been together, she had never said such affectionate words to him, which made Song Cheng feel a little uneasy. He pecked her lips and curled them up with a sense of accomplishment, "Yes. I promise!"
Ya Tong's smile was tinged with shyness as she leaned against his chest, intoxicated. "I suddenly realized how happy I am. Happiness has always been with me. Sadly, I missed it for three years."
Song Cheng was immersed in her shy expression, and glanced at Song Lingchen who was thinking about the password. "Hurry up, kid, or I'll kill you!"
Ya Tong pressed him closer, her two soft, boneless hands still moving up and down his chest, biting his lips, as if teasing,
"Xiao Cheng, hold me tight, okay? I miss the warmth you give me. Let me feel your heartbeat and your love for me."
Song Cheng was mesmerized by her eyes, his heart was beating and his thoughts were a little vague.
Ya Tong gave him almost all of her weight, pressed against his chest, stood on tiptoe, and offered her red lips. Her hot breath sprayed on his neck, causing ripples.
For a moment, Song Cheng held on so tightly that he almost couldn't hold on anymore.
He turned from passive to active, put the gun on the side of the cabinet, put his hand on her head and kissed her madly.
Just when Song Cheng was immersed in it, Yatong's hand suddenly touched the gun he had just put down.
The scene suddenly changed. She grabbed the gun, pushed Song Cheng away, and then put the gun to his head: "Don't move!"
Song Cheng's body tensed up and he was stunned for only a second.
Suddenly, the intoxication and devastation in his eyes quickly dissipated, replaced by a dark red smell of blood. Even the corners of his lips were bloodshot. He gritted his teeth and said, "Bitch, you want to die!"
Ya Tong's chest heaved violently with nervousness, and she shouted in a trembling voice, "Shut up! Song Cheng, shut up! Don't move, don't talk! Otherwise I really will kill you!"
Song Cheng clenched his fists, his joints crackling. All his dreams just now turned into pieces at this moment.
The cold gun on his forehead seemed to be mocking his innocence. He was deceived by this bitch again!
This bitch!
Ya Tong pointed the gun at Song Lingchen and shouted, "Little monster, although I don't like you. But for what you said to me before, I can't watch you die in front of me.
Run, run downstairs, call your dad first. Then turn left and run along a small path. If there is a house at the foot of the hill, go to that house. Hurry up!
Her aunt had been very kind to her. During their conversation, she mentioned a family at the foot of the mountain, which she remembered. She was essentially gambling, betting that Song Cheng was afraid of death, and that she wouldn't dare shoot him.
Therefore, Song Lingchen must leave here first, and it is safe to leave!
Song Lingchen turned his clear eyes and looked at Yatong. He bit his lip, clenched his fists and said, "Aunt, you can resist. My dad and the others will be here soon!"
Ya Tong frowned. "Hurry up! Remember what your aunt told you. Keep running and don't look back. Stop only when you see the little house! Run!"
Song Lingchen nodded, turned around and ran downstairs.
When Ya Tong carried him into the car, he whispered in his ear: "After a while, Auntie will tell you to run, so you run. Run as fast as you can, Auntie will be waiting to rescue you."
Therefore, Song Lingchen's short legs ran very fast. He wanted to go downstairs to call his father and ask him to come over as soon as possible to save his little aunt.
Although he didn't like this little aunt before, she saved him now, and he has to find a way to save her.
The blood flowing in Song Cheng's body seemed to be frozen, and cold air continued to seep out of his pores. He suddenly felt like a joke, a fool in love.
This bitch is so hateful, yet he believed her so easily.
Finally, he got the ridiculous scene of this bitch pointing a gun at him. In that instant, his heart died. He stopped having any illusions about this world and went to hell.
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