Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Chapter 190 Horror Screen

Song Jingwan was taken aback and drank, "Song Yaoyao, what are you going crazy?!"

Suddenly remembering that night at the resort, Song Yaoyao seemed to be crazy, pressing her into the bathtub frantically. It looked like she was going to kill her.

She was strangled and struggling hard.

Song Yao was weak in his hands, and Song Jingwan broke free easily.

She leaned in a small ball in the seat, her face pale, but her eyes seemed to flash.

"Just consider me crazy." She looked across the road. Song Wenchuan had already paid the money and rushed back. She bowed her eyes, "But you ask here, do you really use him as your brother or Simply unwilling to beat me in everything?"

She tapped Song Jingwan's heart with her fingertips, her voice was very low.

At this moment, her tone was separated from her cute and childish appearance, mature and terrible.

Song Jingwan felt like she was stripped naked and standing in front of Song Yaoyao.

All careful thoughts have nowhere to hide.

It was cold outside, and Song Wenchuan didn't wear a jacket, so he sneezed several times in a row.

He carried two bags in his hand, and the steaming, misty plastic bag was white.

"Here, the candied chestnuts you want."

Song Wenchuan gave Song Yaoyao, and handed another bag to Song Jingwan, "Jingwan, yours."

Fair and just, no more, no less.

Song Jingwan took it blankly, biting her lower lip, "Thank you, brother."

The chestnuts are freshly fried, piping hot. She was still a little moved in her heart, but when she saw the identical packaging bag in Song Yaoyao's arms, she hadn't been moved to her heart, but it had faded.

Who cares about this incidental thing, chestnuts are not what she wants to eat!

"Are you sure you are all right? Go to the hospital?"

He leaned forward and touched Song Yaoya's forehead with the back of his hand for a test. The temperature was just right, but there was no heat.

To be honest, she was in a cold sweat at first, and her face pale, which really scared him.

"It's okay, you're so long-winded."

Song Yaoya rolled his eyes and muttered softly.

"Are you saying bad things about me again? When I didn't hear it, did you?" Song Wenchuan pretended to be angry and gave her a slanted look, then closed the car door, "Let's go."

This time, Song Yaoyao didn't stop him.

She has pale lips, holding chestnuts to warm her hands.

The two got into the car one after another, and several police cars whizzed past their car and hurried forward.

Song Wenchuan felt abruptly in his heart, always feeling that there was something he had overlooked and didn't remember.

He shook his head, started the car and drove forward.

However, it didn't take long for the car to move forward.

"what's happenin?"

Song Jingwan opened the car window and took a look curiously. With only one glance, her stomach was upset and she retched.

"Oh—Oh—"

Not far away, there was a blue convertible sports car that had been crashed into scrap, and there was a big truck that turned over in front, and a series of cars rear-ended.

This is not the point. The point is that when Song Jingwan looked over, she just saw a few medical staff lifting a corpse onto a stretcher.

Why is it a corpse, because Song Jingwan saw that the person's head had completely shrunk.

And below, a large swath of red, white, and white things dazzled under the street lights.

Song Wenchuan's heart beat extremely fast, he was stunned for a few seconds before he reacted and went to pull Song Jingwan.

"Don't look! Watch out for nightmares."

But Song Jingwan had already seen it, her whole body trembling, and the horrible images appeared frequently in her mind, lingering.

(End of this chapter)