This kind of despair is like she was kidnapped at the Song's corporate event at the beginning of the year, and then on the deserted road, she watched as Qin Yinan was stunned by people, and watched The man thrust a knife into his chest.

It was really like that at that time, and I could only watch it without help.

But if she died in that place, she would die a hundred times, but this time? If she was really defiled...

Song Qingchun thought about this alone, and she already felt that life was better than death. She no longer ignored her dignity, and prayed to Yang Mingxing in a soft voice.

But no matter how much good words she said, he never meant to stop.

Not much wine in the wine glass, most of them were scattered on Song Qingchun's face and ground.

As soon as the wine glass was empty, Yang Mingxing could not wait to press Song Qingchun's body again.

She felt his hands move over her body, and his lips... Song Qingchun never felt as dirty as herself, her whole body began to twitch, and the despair in her heart became more and more heavy. The cries of mercy in her mouth gradually disappeared.

She lay blankly on the cold floor, staring at the ceiling, tearing, thinking about what she should do?

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that she had no courage to accept it. At the end of her heart, a thought of suicide appeared.

Even if she is dead, don't be bullied like this...

Dead... The word circled around her mind, and the tears in the corners of her eyes stopped flowing. Her sad and desperate heart suddenly made a determination. She swallowed a spit and shouted in a particularly gentle tone. "Su Zhinian", she stopped the tears in her eyes and rolled down again as her voice settled.

"Su Zhinian... Goodbye..." She murmured the words and closed her eyes, then bit her tongue with a bit of refusal and slammed her tongue...

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Along with a harsh, sharp brake, Su Zhinian's car crookedly stopped on the side of the road.

He pushed the car door, completely ignored the waiter who stepped on to greet himself, and stepped directly into the lobby. While struggling to find Song Qingchun's voice, he strode toward the elevator.

The magnificence of Jinbi was originally a paradise at night. At this time, it was the most lively time, and the sound was countless.

Su Zhinian looked for a long time, but did not find Song Qingchun's voice.

With that kind of panic and fear, his depressed breathing was a little difficult. While continuing to find Song Qingchun's voice, he forcibly pushed open the door of the box one by one and found it.

Su Zhinian didn't know how many boxes he was looking for, or how many sentences he was scolded by the people in the box. He only knew that the more he found his heart, the more panicked he was, and he was ready to go to the third floor. Suddenly, I heard Song Qingchun's voice in my ear.

Very low and very light.

But he has a hearing ability beyond ordinary people, but he still heard clearly.

She shouted his name.

Su Zhinian...

Su Zhinian's heart seemed to be grasped fiercely by something. He instantly settled in place and concentrated on identifying the source of the sound source.

Su Zhinian... was his name again, it was from the upper floor... Su Zhinian quickly pushed the emergency access door aside and ran down the stairs towards the upper stairs.