Song Che said calmly: "Are you going to kill your savior?"
Ning Yehong said coldly: "I have told you before, the more you know, the faster you will die. You are so smart that you are mistaken for your cleverness."
"But I don't think you will kill me."
"I'll kill you now!"
"If you were really willing to kill me, you would have wiped my neck two sentences ago. Besides, you can't kill me because what I said is the truth. I can really help you achieve your goal." Song Che lowered his head and stared at Ning. Ye Hong moved closer to her cheek step by step, the blade of the knife already pressed against her throat.
Every time he took a step forward, she took a step back.
Her indifference is all fake, she is not cruel at all.
Ning Yehong gritted her teeth and sneered secretly, looked away, and put away the dagger.
"Ning Nuxia, this is the second time you put your sword on my neck, and every time you did it on the premise that I helped you, this is really chilling."
"Who called you—"
"If!" Song Che exclaimed: "Next time, I will really treat you as a ungrateful woman."
Ning Yehong turned her back, hiding her weakness and maintaining her tenacity, "That's how I do things. I would rather kill someone wrong than let it go. You'd better be careful what you say in the future!"
Song Che said solemnly: "Thank you so much for your help, Heroine. I will take care of all the costumes, props and all the expenses required for the Pearl Conference."
"When did I..." Ning Yehong sighed: "Oh, that's all. After helping you this time, we will no longer owe each other and forget each other in the world from now on."
Song Che shrugged and said with a smile: "I am not a person in the world, how can I forget each other in the world?"
Ning Yehong shouted: "Then we will never have any contact with each other until we die!"
Song Che said: "But actually, there is something else we have to help each other with tonight."
Ning Yehong turned around and was confused.
Song Che pointed at Ning Yehong's chest: "Do you still remember the wound I stitched for you before? Judging from your current condition, it must have healed, but the thread is still in your body;
Don't believe it when I tell you. The situation was critical at that time. I used embroidery thread. It must be removed after the wound is healed, otherwise it will become embedded in the flesh and will rot over time, causing the wound to become inflamed and you will die. "
Ning Yehong subconsciously touched her chest. No matter how stubborn a person is about death, he will still be afraid of death. "Do you think I am a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death?"
"Nvxia Ning dares to go through mountains and seas of fire. I absolutely believe that you are not afraid of death, but the location of your scar is a bit special. It happens to be..." Song Che weighed his chest, smiled evilly, and asked again: "Does Ning Nuxia often feel itchy wounds?"
Ning Yehong subconsciously wanted to scratch her chest, but quickly shook her hand away, "Yes... so what?"
"Come on, it's time to finish the job," Song Che shook his head and sighed: "The itching of the wound means it has become inflamed. This is a precursor to ulceration! Once the wound on the chest is rotten, it will spread to both sides first. By then, no matter how high the mountain is, , it will also become a smooth river!"
The fear in Ning Ye's red eyes grew more and more, and she said coquettishly: "Song, don't try to scare people! I can eat, sleep, run and jump, and I am in good health! How could it be possible..."
Song Che shook his head and sighed, and walked out of the pavilion: "Oh... It's hard to persuade the damn ghost. The wound will rot in as little as three to five months, and as long as one and a half years. The patient is like tens of thousands of ants crawling on his body. It’s so painful that I don’t want to live..."
But before he could walk out of the pavilion, Ning Yehong pulled him back and said through gritted teeth: "You're cruel... tell me, what else do you want me to help you with!"
Song Che secretly smiled inwardly and took out a porcelain jar from his sleeve, "This is the newly launched facial mask from my 'Zhou Dafa Jewelry'. It has beautifying, nourishing, anti-aging, anti-acne and other effects... The red girl is sitting in Tianxiang Tower, under her command There are countless beautiful women who just need this product.”
"You're doing all your business on my head?" Ning Yehong said bluntly: "I don't even bother asking for this facial mask. Just tell me the number and I'll give you money."
"That's not okay. Handling the money with one hand and delivering the goods with the other hand is called business. If you ask for money directly, you are not a businessman but a bandit." Song Che opened the porcelain jar, scraped a piece of paste with the strip tied to the mouth of the jar and handed it over. Go on, "Apply it on your face, nourish it for a quarter of an hour and wash it off. Your skin will become firm and smooth. Try it?"
"You... you want... to let me put this daddy-like thing on my face?" Ning Yehong shook her head in disgust: "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
Of course, Song Che knew that it was impossible to smear the paste on the tigress's butt. He used his backhand and said "ba chi" and smeared the paste on his face, "I will demonstrate it to you personally."
Ning Yehong was so shaken that she shook her head...
"Don't feel nauseous first. You will see the effects within a quarter of an hour." Song Che leaned on the chair in the corridor and waited quietly.
A quarter of an hour is not long, but for a silent person, it is like a year.
It was late at night, and the city of Hangzhou was completely silent. The looming fireflies shuttled back and forth in the ditches, the bright moon was reflected in the water, and the only sound was the rushing water.
"I originally set my heart towards the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch..." Song Che felt inspired and looked up to the sky with a long sigh.
Ning Yehong also calmed down and sat on the other side of the pavilion, staring blankly at the moon.
silence.
Silence cannot bear loneliness.
"Nvxia Ning, do you think Mr. Song is smart?" Song Che suddenly asked.
Ning Yehong hesitated for a moment before answering: "Except for being a little strange and annoying, it's barely... acceptable."
It was not easy to get the word "fair" from her. Song Che asked again: "What you did was a good thing, and it was a meaningful good thing, right?"
Ning Yehong said resolutely: "That's natural."
Song Che said: "It just so happens that I also like to do meaningful and good deeds, but I don't like to meddle in other people's business."
Ning Yehong tilted her head and asked, "So you want to be a good person, but you want to stay out of it?"
"You understand me." Song Che smiled happily. Women who have gone through the baptism of rivers and lakes are indeed much more mature. "If the heroine encounters any trouble on the way to do good things, you might as well come to me. Maybe I can help you." Give me some pointers - after all, I am a 'marginally' smart person."
This time, Ning Yehong did not refuse coldly. She remained silent for a while and said, "Let's talk about it later."
A quarter of an hour later, Song Che washed off the facial mask, and specially took a lantern from outside the pavilion, illuminated his cheeks, and said to Ning Yehong: "Nvxia Ning, look carefully, am I much more beautiful and youthful?" ?”
Ning Yehong hummed softly: "So what? We, the people in the world, are surrounded by swords, swords, and bloody storms. We don't need such delicate things."
"Duplicity." Song Che shook his head, took another can of facial mask, and pushed it to Ning Yehong along with the previous one: "One can can be used ten times. Apply one after each time you remove makeup, and the benefits will be revealed."
Ning Yehong hesitated, but still took the porcelain jar into her hands and asked, "How much is it?"
Song Che pointed out three fingers.
"Thirty Wen?" Ning Yehong asked.
Song Che shook his head, "Thirty yuan is not even enough for the ingredients."
Ning Yehong narrowed her eyes, "Don't tell me, you want to sell this cake-like thing for 300 yuan?"
Song Che still shook his head, "It's a jar of three thousand coins."
"Three thousand coins!" Ning Yehong exclaimed, "Why don't you grab it? Profiteer!" She was about to put down the porcelain jar.
"Hey, hey, hey," Song Che stopped her in a hurry, "These two cans are given to you for free. Take them back and give them to the girls in the building to try. Maybe you think they are expensive, but they think they are well worth the money."
He raised his hand and pointed to the east of the city, "My store is located next to Shuangqu Street. If the beauty from Tianxianglou comes to buy, we will get a 20% discount."
Ning Yehong hummed: "Only someone who has been taken advantage of will spend 3,000 yuan to buy this facial mask from you."
"Really? Let's wait and see." Song Che yawned and stretched out of the pavilion, "It's late at night, Ning Nuxia, I'm going home to sleep."
"Wait a minute," Ning Yehong shouted, "What about the line on my chest?"
Song Che looked back and smiled: "It will take some time to recover after the stitches are removed. At this critical moment, Ning Nuxia must be very busy, right?"
"What about the Pearl Conference? What arrangements do you want to make?" Ning Yehong asked again.
Song Che smiled and said, "When you are willing to tell me what you want, I will make detailed arrangements."
Ning Yehong frowned in confusion, lowered her head and pondered for a moment, and was about to ask again, but when she raised her head, she saw that the figure was about to disappear by the river.
However, she did not leave in a hurry. Instead, she hugged the porcelain jar and walked to the riverside in two or three steps. She looked up at the moon in the sky, looked down at the people in the water, and muttered thoughtfully: "The clouds miss the clothes." The flowers are blooming, the spring breeze is blowing and the dew is thick..."
She caressed her face and murmured softly, "Am I really so beautiful..."
