Fantasy: I Mistaken The Protagonist And Villain At The Beginning

Chapter 340 Su Zhaoxue, who is different from ordinary people (for subscription)

Although the last sentence is a bit like there is no silver 300 taels here.

But Su Zhaoxue was not in the mood to ask any further, simply replied "en" and took off the jacket in front of Song Hongli, followed by the turtleneck sweater inside, and then the pants.

With a grunt, Song Hongli swallowed unconsciously, making the air even more ambiguous.

Song Hongli witnessed this series of processes with his own eyes. He thinks that he has lived for 24 years, and this scene is the one that makes him the most bloody.

The pale and sickly body showed a hint of coolness, but Song Hongli ignored all these. What attracted her at the moment was not the flawless figure, but the scars on this thin body.

Of course, he is very familiar with these scars, there are knife wounds, gunshot wounds, all kinds of scars criss-cross, attached to this pale body.

Even as a policeman, Song Hongli is rarely involved in those major cases, and so far he has never killed anyone and rarely injured, so he hardly has any scars, at most scratches.

But now, when he saw the scars on Su Zhaoxue's body, he vaguely felt the pain of being pulled, followed by doubts and anger.

He is very curious as to why a painter suffers so many injuries and domestic violence?

No, she should be single.

self-abuse?

No, there are places where the hands are out of reach, and there will be no such self-abuse laws.

Severe M patients?

With this thought, Song Hongli's head seemed to open up, right!

This vampire must be a severe M patient!

Otherwise, she won't suffer so many injuries, and she won't be so withdrawn. Seeing that she is almost skinny, she still doesn't eat, what is it?

Song Hongli really wanted to kill this dead vampire, so he didn't care about his own body?

After all, you are also a woman, should you take good care of your own body?

With so many scary scars, even that is too much.

You should really ask a psychiatrist or a brain doctor to show you. The more Song Hongli thought about it, the more angry he became. His anger made his face, which had finally cooled down, quickly flushed red again.

Su Zhaoxue's face turned red again when she saw Song Hongli, but she didn't realize that she was the culprit, otherwise she would not have ordered the eviction at this time.

"Mr. Song, are you still here to watch me change?"

Only then did Song Hongli react, dare he think he is really a wretched man?

"Damn, you can do what you like. Who wants to change your clothes, you beg me to see, I have to see if I have a schedule."

The rebuttal blurted out, and the Song Da policeman regretted it after speaking. He had an inexplicable urge in his heart, and wanted to kill himself immediately.

What I just said was obviously a set of official rhetoric for being discovered by a peeping madman, just like it was cheap and good, and it was not smooth enough to eat other people's tofu.

Song Hongli didn't dare to look up at Su Zhaoxue, but couldn't bear the quiet atmosphere, and finally couldn't help but look up at the person on the bed.

Song Hongli absolutely believes that if it is replaced by an elderly person with heart disease or a depressed patient, the former will be mad at the ground and never survive.

The latter will be knocked down by the gorgeous thunder, thus ascending to the theoretical level and committing suicide, and the same will never supersede.

Because at this moment, our great painter Su Zhaoxue is already lying on the bed to meet Duke Zhou.

Song Hongli pointed his middle finger at Su Zhaoxue and slammed the door hard.

The corner of the mouth of the person lying on the bed is curved upward, and a very shallow smile appears on his beautiful face. If Song Hongli sees it at this moment, he will be greatly amazed, just like seeing a large field of lavender flowers, so nice.

Song Hongli returned to the room, recalling his dream-like day, which seemed to be spent entangled with that Damn it woman named Su Zhaoxue.

But every time the result is that he is overwhelmed by a gorgeous thunder.

If Su Zhaoxue spoke a little more, she could go to hold a talk show, the more she vomited, the happier she became.

Song Hongli believes that Su Zhaoxue's ability to complain is by no means strong, or Su Zhaoxue stands on the stage alone.

There is no need to speak at all, she is the shining point of spit, a simple action, everyone will be killed by her.

Thinking back to the few words today, the injuries, and Su Zhaoxue's strange behavior, Song Hongli once again identified that this woman must be a freak, an attractive and beautiful freak, that's how he defined it of.

The sun shone into the room and shone on Su Zhaoxue's pale face.

She frowned slightly, feeling the cold wind blowing into the bed, she couldn't help shivering, she stared blankly at the empty room, and lay down again.

Su Zhaoxue hates cold, and hates winter even more. When winter comes, her body will always be very poor, she can't do anything well, her hands will shake when she paints, and she can't do anything except kill people.

This made Su Zhaoxue very depressed, so in the past winters were when Su Zhaoxue went on a killing spree, but this year, it seemed to be particularly quiet.

Bang bang bang, Su Zhaoxue heard a knock on the door, or a kick on the door, and reluctantly said """Please come in.

In winter, the days are short and the nights are long, and this characteristic is revealed as soon as winter begins.

Song Hongli has never been a person who likes to get up early and has no rhythm in his life. Even now as someone else's bodyguard, or nanny, it has not changed.

When he woke up, it was already past 10 in the morning. He sat up with a jolt, remembering that the vampire hadn't eaten anything since yesterday. He rolled over and got out of bed, and immediately asked the waiter to bring breakfast.

(Did you?) Go to the bathroom, take a shower, brush your teeth, pack up slowly, and when breakfast comes, he aggressively walks to Su Zhaoxue's room with the breakfast.

I was just about to break in, but I was afraid to see some scenes that were not suitable for children, and I couldn't hold it back.

I was even more afraid that Su Zhaoxue would do something different from ordinary people and overwhelm the fragile and careful liver.

He knocked gently on the door to remind the people inside.

At first, I just tapped lightly like a mosquito, and then I didn't hear any response. Gradually, the knock turned into a slap, the slap turned into a thump, and the hammer turned into a kick, and then I heard the word - please come in.

Song Hongli put the breakfast in front of Su Zhaoxue and said in a commanding tone, "Eat it, right now!

Song Hongli doesn't care whether this great painter brushes his teeth or washes his face.

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