Newlyweds 1001 Nights: Mr. Bo’s Love Life

As the young man asked, the atmosphere suddenly froze and almost dropped to zero.

However, even at this time, Qiqi still turned his back to Jiang Musheng and never panicked back: "Who is he, can't he really guess?"

In an instant, Jiang Musheng's heart fell into the ice cellar, with a painful pain.

He thinks more, thinks more about the girl's answer, it is denial or other, not so indifferent!

As for the corpse, if there is no accident, it should be the husband of Hongzi, the existence of scumming ... Maybe, before long, he realized that something was wrong and he could obviously stop it.

The result is tragedy.

In other words, he knew that Qiqi was unusual, but he never thought that she should start like this!

No, things haven't been determined yet. Jiang Musheng lost his demeanor and took a few steps in front of Qiqi: "Human, did you ... you killed?"

In this way, Jiang Musheng asked about the difficulty, as if it were a person who was stuck in a swamp, so hard to move.

Seventy-seven eyelashes dipped in dew, gently blinked, and rolled down on the cheeks, like crying.

Raising her hand and rubbing it casually, her rose pink lips curled up, just wanting to answer something, her shoulders were grasped by someone: "Seven seven, tell me, you have nothing to do with this murder case!"

After all, Jiang Musheng didn't want to hear it with his own ears, Qiqi was really like a guess, so shocking.

But looking at it, Qiqi concentrated on the young man deeply and reached out to touch his cheek: "My little brother, what are you worried about? Don't be afraid, I didn't kill, there was no blood on my hands."

Hearing the words, Jiang Musheng's eyes flashed, and his pupils shrank, just because he still heard what he meant.

"Seven seven ..."

"He committed suicide, drunk in the river and drowned. I did n’t touch him and could n’t leave my fingerprints. At most, I said a few words with him, but unfortunately there was no surveillance. So, even if the police investigate the case, it ’s impossible to find me. . "

Interrupting Jiang Musheng's unfinished words, he returned with a glance.

But it also made the youth, the whole person tremble, looked at his gaze, and felt a little angry.

Then Jiang Musheng dropped his hands on Qiqi's shoulders, and hung down a little, as if this is the case ... all at once!

And just now, the bunch of starry stars that Qiqi gave him, scattered along with the ground.

Qiqi is still laughing, the smile is as bright as it is, and the only inadvertently is a slight indifference.

"why?"

Jiang Mu asked in a low voice with a hoarse voice.

Seventy-seven frowned, with a little puzzled: "Why?"

At this point, Jiang Musheng didn't know whether she really didn't understand, or she pretended to be deliberate, and there was a feeling of suffocation in his heart. He tried to calm down as much as possible.

"Why kill? Why do you do this!"

He asked again, the question was painful.

But looking at it, Qiqi still frowned, and said lightly in his mouth: "Because, he is too scumbag, no one is willing to solve it. If you go on like this, either his death or his wife's death will ruin the child! Scum, there is no need to live, I am just helping hand, is it not done right? "

"He is alive or dead, that's his life! If you want to solve it, you can think of another way, not necessarily so extreme!"

Jiang Musheng's voice faded gently for the first time, and his tone was cold as ice.

"He died, is the best solution. Other methods, but also cure the symptoms ..."

"Jiang Qiqi, he is a scumbag and a human life! You are contaminated with a human life, a real human life, how is this reaction?"

Seeing that Qi Qi said it was easy, talking about the weather was as simple as that, Jiang Musheng was really shocked, trying to reverse this mistake.

Admittedly, Hongzi ’s husband is a scumbag. He died so fast that he was not worthy of sympathy ... But this is a life. He died not from suicide but from murder.

The culprit of the murder was none other than Qiqi.

After she murdered, why was she so calm?

You know, she is only 18 years old, and she is so naive and old, how can you casually contaminate a life!

It's not a pity that scum is dead. She wants to destroy herself for scum. Has she ever thought about it ... is it worth it?

Qiqi looked at Jiang Musheng, and there was a little bit of grievance in his heart, like a child who couldn't get candy: "So, I'm not as important as scum in your eyes?"

Immediately, Jiang Musheng felt deeply that the feeling of punching on cotton, even though a fire was burning in his heart, he had to suppress it: "Seven seven, do you know that murder is a crime, it is necessary to Jailed! There are so many scumbags in this world, are you killing them one by one? If you are accidentally discovered by someone, you ruin the rest of your life, you know? "

Regarding this, Qiqi was stubborn and looked at Jiang Musheng deeply before he finally said: "My life is decent. Don't say, I didn't kill by hand, even if I killed by hand, without leaving evidence."

Jiang Musheng rarely feels like he is now, and feels that the two cannot communicate, and the emphasis is not unified.

"Seven seven ..."

"What's more, what do you do if you see that I have been murdered? No, you want to persuade me to surrender?"

Intermittently interrupting the youth, Qiqi asked back, stupefied with inexplicable coolness.

For a time, Jiang Musheng murmured, not knowing how to answer.

Persuade her to surrender?

No, he never thought about this idea.

He was annoyed, annoyed that she got into a murder case, so indifferent to life, did not care about life ... More, he still hoped that she could live cleanly, not now!

"I didn't think so, just ... promised me seventy-seven, not an example!"

This time, things have happened and the dead are still scumbags.

Which is more important, he can distinguish clearly.

However, he can't allow it to contaminate the murder case, and there will be another time on July 7th, it will never be allowed!

Qiqi didn't speak, didn't agree or refused, but didn't look at Jiang Musheng sideways.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Mu said nothing. Only with such a stalemate, the two figures were waiting, whoever confessed first, and who quit the game first.

The starry star that fell on the ground was given by the girl just now. Jiang Musheng slowly leaned down and picked them up one by one and gathered them together.

In front of him, Qiqi looked calm, and it was almost the same time. He took out a small bottle of medicine from his body, unscrewed the cap, poured out a white pill, and then put away the medicine bottle.

Glancing at the white pill and pinching it between his fingers, his eyes were hollow for a moment, as if hesitating to take it.

At the same time, Jiang Musheng looked up, staring at the back of Qiqi, and suddenly asked gently, "Who are you?"

Suddenly, the girl's body stunned slightly, followed by ignoring the young man's sentence, without giving any answer.

Jiang Musheng's lips were light, and a slight sigh overflowed: "Seven seven, you are not Luo Zheng at all ..."

After a word, a scene flashed through my mind, and the young man slowly stood up and his tone was firm enough to hold his beak: "Luo Zheng, she is different from you, completely different ..."

When Qiqi dropped the vest, Brother Cheng would show up, kiss me?