Chapter 172 Put Away Your Thoughts that You Shouldn't Have

"Master...Master...Master!"

The next moment, a big cold hand grabbed her neck tightly.

Mu Beiting's eyes were a little bloodshot, and he kept exerting force with his big hands.

The woman kneeling on the ground blushed a little bit, struggling to avoid it, but because of her kneeling position, she couldn't exert any more strength.

Mu Beiting's big hands tightened a little bit, his face gloomy.

Han Jiaqing felt a deep fear in her heart, she just felt that at this moment, the man in front of her was like a devil, with tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Young...young master...forgive...forgive..."

Her face turned from red to purple little by little, and the hand that was holding her neck tightly began to droop weakly.

Mu Beiting's eyes were stained with blood, and his voice was cold: "Put away your thoughts that you shouldn't have, Mrs. Mu will definitely not be you!"

Mu Beiting let go of her in disgust, and Han Jiaqing instantly fell to the ground.

"roll!"

Han Jiaqing coughed violently, clutched her neck tightly, and staggered a few steps out of the bedroom.

Mu Beiting lowered his eyes, suppressing the restlessness in his heart.

He could feel it, he could feel that at that moment just now, she suddenly became far away from him.

*

After Su Xiangwan returned to his room, he leaned his back against the door panel.

His hand seemed to still have his temperature, hot and warm.

With a sigh of relief, he opened the computer's browser, and Su Xiangwan stared at the screen in a daze.

She didn't turn on any lights in the room, and the bright screen was projected on her face, making her face look as white as a ghost.

A few minutes later, she finally typed a few words in the search box - Song Ziming.

In an instant, countless pieces of news and photos about the man filled the screen.

Her eyes were a little dull, and the feeling of being swallowed by the flames swept over again.

Pain, the kind that swallows all screaming and anger.

A few seconds later, she suddenly opened the drawer and pulled out a mirror from the drawer.

With the help of the faint light, he carefully looked at his own face several times.

so far so good……

Her face hadn't been destroyed by him, and she hadn't been set on fire by him. Burn alive.

She didn't click on any news related to Song Ziming, and she closed the page again.

She turned to the sofa and dug out a pack of women's cigarettes from her bag.

The fingertips trembled slightly, and it took a long time to light the cigarette.

Su Xiangwan lowered his eyes, took a deep breath, and gradually relaxed.

In her previous life, she smoked because of too much pressure.

Even she committed suicide once, but she didn't die.

In this life, she did not intend to touch cigarettes again, because she was afraid that the addiction in her previous life would be brought to this life.

But the character of Haitang is a smoker.

After spending a long time in the Fengyue field, she has learned all about smoking and drinking without a teacher.

So she always carries the cigarette, after all, the script needs it.

It's just that she never dared to touch it, fearing that she wouldn't be able to quit.

She smoked out one cigarette, and she lit another one. Faint sparks lit up in the dark room, and some loneliness and pain spread.

*

Mu Beiting stayed in the room alone for a long time, and glanced at the clock on the wall, only to find that it had only been ten minutes since she left without hesitation.

It turned out that every minute she was absent was not a minute, but sixty seconds, six thousand milliseconds, six million microseconds.

Even if she knew, maybe she didn't want to see him at this time.

Mu Beiting still couldn't help but walk to the door of the master bedroom.

The door was closed tightly, and there was no light in it.

The big hand fell on the doorknob, hesitated for a few seconds, and pushed it away.