The Queen of Gossip

"Night Angel", the angel of the night, uses lights and music as wings, dancing in the laughing shadow of drunken prostitutes.

And she, Su Jiuge, is indeed the archangel of this group of angels who sing every night. She charms different men with her voice like a sea monster.

"Wan Qing is really good." Su Jiuge smiled and gently stroked her daughter's hairy head.

Saying that, she picked up the chopsticks and swept away the dinner carefully prepared by her daughter.

The corners of Su Wanqing's eyes turned into crescents, and a pure smile appeared on her fair skin. Her voice was soft and waxy: "Wanqing, I like mother the most!"

Su Jiuge's icy heart is like a spring breeze, such a piece of ice has also pulled out the tender shoots of March catkins, and the place is fragrant.

She stretched out her arms and hugged the daughter gently.

In the past 14 years, if it weren't for Wan Qing's pure beauty and Wan Qing's warmth, it would have been impossible for her to work hard in this dirty world where rituals and music have collapsed.

"It's time, there are guests singing, and mother is going out. Wan Qing, don't run around."

Su Wanqing nodded ignorantly. Unlike her mother, her eyes were large and bright. Her black pupils had pure eyes, like black colored glass. What was even more bizarre was that the ratio of the black to the white of her eyes was much larger than that of a normal person. many.

Unlike the pretentious type who wears beauty contact lenses all the year round, Su Wanqing's big black pupils are innate, natural and pure, just at a glance, it seems that they have entered a dreamy vortex and can't be pulled out again.

At that time, Su Wanqing was too young to understand anything.

I don't know that the beauty beyond ordinary people brings her more misfortune.

Years later, Su Wanqing often thinks that if she hadn't been curious and bored that night, she followed her mother's figure out of the gate of the V8 and chased after her, perhaps nothing would have happened.

Su Wanqing has a "Night Angel" staff pass nameplate given to her by her mother. In this high-end club, she can be said to be unimpeded.

Standing at the door of the elevator, with a "ding bell", the elevator door with a bright golden luster slowly opened, and time was frozen at that moment——

A boy of thirteen or fourteen years old was standing there, his white shirt was ragged and stained with blood, his black hair was extremely messy, and his complexion was a beautiful honey color. Vigorous cheetah.

He is very good-looking, giving people a special aesthetic feeling that is indistinguishable between male and female. Although he is a little thin, he is already very tall, about 1.7 meters above, and he can be regarded as tall and straight among teenagers of his generation.

He is a mixed race, with a mixture of East and West, with deep eye sockets and a high nose. The most striking thing is those icy blue eyes, so cold, so cold, just with a slight swipe, it contains With contempt for the momentum of the world.

Su Wanqing's heart trembled, and when her eyes touched the shiny dagger in the boy's hand, her pupils suddenly widened and she took two steps back one after another.

There was blood on the knife.

The young man stared at her coldly, and after three seconds, his brain quickly made a judgment, one stepped forward, took shelter in front of Su Wanqing, and imprisoned her in his arms, with the knife on her neck.

"If you dare to call it out, I'll kill you immediately." The boy's voice was extremely cold, and he glanced at Su Wanqing's slightly raised chest with the nameplate of the "Night Angel" staff pinned to it.