Chapter 298 I’m sorry
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"I care more about this rune, it makes me feel flustered for no reason."
"If Mianmian is really in the house but no one can detect it, it is probably related to this."
Zhuang Yuheng took out the bloody brocade handkerchief from his inner pocket. The strange runes painted on it with Ruan Mianmian's blood seemed to declare the victory of some mysterious power.
"That's it?"
Song Weichen took the brocade handkerchief and looked at it carefully, but couldn't figure out why. He used the puppet control to examine it, and there was no trace of puppet energy left. It was obviously not the work of Luan Po - she really had no clue.
"Although I don't know much about it, this doesn't really look like a Taoist talisman. It looks like a pot-bellied frog. I still think it's Ruan Mianmian who is trying to be mysterious and abstract."
"No."
Zhuang Yuheng looked solemn, this matter was definitely not that simple.
"I have never seen such strange runes, and they are full of evil."
"Although Mianmian is willful, he will never make fun of such an evil thing. What I'm worried about is that the appearance of this rune indicates that some kind of dark force has grown to a certain extent that even the nobles of the Immortal Family dare not look down on it. .”
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"Big sister! Surprise~"
While the two were talking, the little pig's yawning voice sounded outside the chariot window.
Song Weichen opened the brocade curtain beside him and took a look. He saw Xiao Chizhi's plump face pressed against the window made of transparent crystal, with four little fleshy claws leaning tightly against the window pane. When he saw her opening the curtain, he smiled. His eyes narrowed into slits.
"Sister, I will buy one and get one free, Shushu. Not only did I bring your work clothes, but I also brought your father. Am I awesome? Compliment me~"
After saying that, he jumped back and landed firmly on the broad shoulders of the man behind him.
It's Mo Tingfeng.
He is tall and tall, standing on a medium-sized spirit boat, moving silently next to the flying chariot. Under the shadow of the stars, he looks even more majestic and graceful.
Seeing Song Weichen through the window, Mo Tingfeng's eyes were a little red, and there was indescribable affection in his eyes, as if there was another Milky Way.
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Seeing him coming, Song Weichen couldn't explain how he felt. The hands on his knees clenched unconsciously and were secretly hidden in his sleeves.
She lowered the curtain, turned to look at Zhuang Yuheng and smiled lightly,
"Where did we just talk?"
"Weiwei, Ting..."
"Saw it."
Song Weichen interrupted, "It's normal for Mr. Sichen to be entrusted by the Ruan Mansion to travel with us."
Zhuang Yuheng was about to say more when he suddenly heard a soft "thunk" sound on the deck of the flying chariot. Then the curtain was opened by the attendant, and the little meat pig hurriedly slid in from the outside compartment while controlling the electric scooter.
"Sister, are you going to divorce your father? Shushu, I feel like you two are acting weird, and I'm very worried!"
After saying that, Xiao Chizhi did not forget to bow scrawledly to Zhuang Yuheng as a greeting.
"What nonsense are you talking about."
Song Weichen picked up the little meatball by its neck and put it on his shoulders, then put the electric scooter into Yupuppet,
"What kind of marriage are we not married? Can you not be too outrageous?"
"I don't care!"
The little meat pig stretched out his arms, hugged Song Weichen's neck, put his face close to hers and rubbed it.
"Zhushu, I don't want to change my father. Big sister, you can't change your mind when you think about it!"
Song Weichen was dumbfounded when Zhuang Yuheng suddenly stood up and took the little chic into the palm of his hand - he was King Li Tianwang of Tota, he looked like the King of Tota Village.
"I'll take Shushu out to see the stars. I'll be back soon."
"...Wei Wei, I don't care what happens to Lao Mo. I just hope you don't hurt yourself."
As observant as he was, he had already noticed that Mo Tingfeng was standing outside the curtain. Anyway, it would still take a stick of incense to get to the Ruan Mansion, which was just enough time for them to have a good chat.
"Eh? Uncle Zhuang, where are you taking me to? Shushu, I want to stay with my eldest sister and dad, and don't want to see the scenery!"
The little meat ball tried to escape from Zhuang Yuheng's hands, but he grabbed the back of Destiny's neck, forcing him to flap around in the air with his hands and feet.
"Why is Lao Mo your father and I become your uncle? You must explain it to me today."
Zhuang Yuheng took the little meat ball and opened the curtain. Sure enough, Mo Tingfeng was standing like a pillar in the deck compartment. When he saw him coming out, he glanced at Song Weichen through the opened curtain but hesitated to speak. Zhuang Yuheng said nothing. He patted him lightly on the shoulder and passed by.
"Dad!"
The little guinea pig shouted at the top of his lungs, hoping that Mo Tingfeng would be a hero to save the mouse, but his father didn't even look at him. He was only thinking about the person behind the curtain.
"Dad! You don't love me anymore!"
Zhuang Yuheng thought it was noisy, so he simply used magic to put a spherical mini sound barrier on the little chic head. With the surrounding starry sky, it looked like he was going to the moon, and the little meat ball instantly turned off the microphone.
He looked outside the cubicle curtain again, and Mo Tingfeng was no longer there. Zhuang Yuheng smiled faintly, his expression was a little lost and he was laughing at himself, but he was suddenly covered by worry. After thinking for a moment, he handed the little meat ball to his attendant, told him to "take care" of it, and then flew into the soul-carrying boat beside him. Saving people is like putting out a fire. Compared with a chariot, a soul-carrying boat is much faster, so Zhuang Yuheng decided to take the first step.
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"Micro..."
In the flying chariot, Mo Tingfeng stood by the curtain, his Adam's apple moved again and again, and it took him a long time to hold back a single word.
However, after missing him for most of the day, Song Weichen seemed to be even weaker.
"There is something wrong with the Huoxin Qin. Did the Qin hurt you today? What did Yu Heng say?"
"It's nothing serious, boss, don't worry."
Song Weichen responded calmly, his eyes lowered and not looking at Mo Tingfeng. It was obvious that his heart was far away from him.
She would not tell him that Qin Zhongluo was in a dangerous state of mind, and she almost risked her life to let everyone escape safely. Of course she wouldn't tell him that every time she played the piano, she would suffer the pain of having her fingers cut into pieces and her heart cut into pieces. It didn't matter anymore.
In comparison, the sight of him and Qin Xueying clasping their fingers as they watched her play the piano made her feel even more distressed, especially since she could guess that Mo Tingfeng must have met someone in the virtual world to be so discourteous.
Song Weichen calmly covered her heart. When she thought about the only time she, Sang Pu and Mo Tingfeng were in the same fantasy space, Mo Tingfeng's choice and attitude towards herself at that time made her feel so distressed that she almost suffocated. .
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Mo Tingfeng hadn't realized what Song Weichen really cared about.
He was just deeply blaming himself for being bewitched by the Heart-Qin Qin in Qin Xueying's room last night and temporarily losing control. Today, Lin Yan was entangled hand in hand with the eldest princess in front of her. Although it was not his intention, it was a fact. He said it for a moment. Poor, I don’t know what to say.
"Can I leave your white robe here?"
After holding it in for a long time, it turned out to be an irrelevant statement. Mo Tingfeng's ability to confess and apologize to the girl was such that a dog would shake his head just looking at it.
"Lord Sichen."
Song Weichen's words were plain and not much emotion could be heard, but his words were obviously deliberately harsh.
Originally, they thought that they would have a lot to say to each other when they met, but unfortunately, both of them were at a loss when they opened their mouths.
The atmosphere inside the flying chariot was condensed.
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Song Weichen once again opened the window curtain and looked outside. Perhaps because he was closer to the sky, he saw the vastness of the stars and the vastness of the sky, making individual human beings seem as insignificant as dust particles.
For a moment, she didn't even know what she cared about.
Everything between Sang Pu and Mo Tingfeng was caused by the past life. What should she care about? She is the survivor who got the bonus from her previous life.
If it hadn't been for Sang Pu, I'm afraid Mo Tingfeng would not have looked at her directly to this day. She should be grateful to Sang Pu for receiving the king's favor.
——But she couldn't thank her.
Because of Sang Pu, she is destined to be unable to believe that Mo Tingfeng has pure love that is only for her. This feeling of powerlessness cannot be solved unless he completely forgets everything about his past and present lives, completely forgets Sang Pu and everything before, and starts anew. Falling in love with her Song Weichen.
But when it comes to that moment, she doesn't believe that he will remember her at all, let alone fall in love with her - thinking about it when they first met, she knew that they are two people with completely different temperaments and preferences.
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Seeing her lonely look, Mo Tingfeng summoned up the courage to walk to Song Weichen, knelt down on one knee, and gently held her hand.
"Weiwei."
Song Weichen was lost in thought, and was startled when he grabbed her hand. She subconsciously wanted to pull it away. Mo Tingfeng thought she hated herself for having touched Qin Xueying, and she felt even more annoyed.
"Weiwei, I really don't know how to explain Qin Xueying. I was bewitched at that time and mistakenly identified her as Sang Pu, so... Weiwei, please believe me, my heart for you can be judged by the sun and the moon. .”
In his heart, Song Weichen was Sang Pu, the same person. Mo Tingfeng didn't think there was anything wrong with saying that.
It's a pity that it would be better if I didn't say it, but it would be even worse if I did.
Mo Tingfeng's confession confirmed Song Weichen's suspicion. She just felt that there was a place quietly dying in her heart.
"You can learn from the sun and the moon, haha."
She couldn't help laughing, "Well, I know, brother Yuheng has already said this for you."
Song Weichen withdrew his hand and motioned for Mo Tingfeng to sit on the soft seat opposite her.
"Boss, you don't have to explain it to me. Don't worry, Xiao Song will not let emotional matters affect his work."
"Weiwei..."
Song Weichen shook his head to stop him from continuing,
"Brother Yuheng has saved me countless times. Now I just want to help him find someone to share his worries. I can put other things aside first."
"Old Longjing disappeared, and it was said that it was Du Juan who did it, but Mei Niang, who came to deliver the letter from the Ruan Mansion, categorically said that Du Juan had died in Sichen Mansion. What on earth is going on?"
"How many things have I missed? What happened in Sichen Mansion? Please give me some advice."