Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

Jiangweier interrupted: "I know."

She is not stupid.

But he is no one else. Their childhood sweethearts have been in friendship for so many years, and once this layer of window paper is pierced, perhaps friends will not have to do it.

Jiang Weier thought about the words for a long time, but it was still difficult to speak when the words came to her lips. She didn't even dare to look at him: "I always thought of you as a younger brother."

Xue Bingxue stubbornly followed her gaze: "I'm only one day younger than you." No, he corrected it precisely, "It's a long time."

It's not a question of who is big and who is small.

Jiang Weier looked up at him: "Do you know why I never beat you?"

She even kicked Qiao Nanchu, but she never beat him.

She said: "Because you are good, I can't do it."

He was so good, like a little prince who ran out of an ivory tower by mistake, she couldn't bear to do him bad as a little witch.

"Because I'm so good, you don't think of me as an adult man, is that right?" The expression on his face, Jiang Weier had never seen before, his eyes were burning and compelling, "Then you are wrong, I have It was pretended."

After speaking, he leaned over, pressed her lips and took a bite, then stepped back, looking at her from a very close distance.

"Ice and Snow, you--"

He leaned over again and blocked her cursing.

Jiangweier: "..."

This guy, who taught me badly?

She pushed him away, kicked him on his calf with her foot up, and she was ashamed and annoyed: "Xue Bingxue, are you begging for a beating?"

This kick is not light.

Xue Bingxue didn't know if it was painful or ashamed, his face flushed, but the corners of his mouth were bent: "If you want to hit me in the future, I'll hit it. If I want to kiss you, I will kiss too."

Jiangweier: "..."

Not only was he badly taught, but he also learned to play a rogue.

She wiped her mouth and cursed angrily: "Get out!"

He is like a fishy cat, with joy in his eyebrows and no longer annoys her: "Then I will get out of here." He took a few steps, turned his head and looked at her blushing, "Although you know, you still have to Say it once."

He said: "Weir, I like you for a long time."

Jonville grabbed a handful of short hair irritably, turned his head and ran back into the house.

Secretly, someone eavesdropped on Zhou: "Mr. Xue is so amazing!"

Jiang Zhi took the lead and drove, and she didn't listen too much. She praised others: "What's great?"

"He has liked Will for a long time."

Is this amazing?

Jiang Zhi's desire to win or lose was aroused: "I have liked you for a long time." And, emphatically, "I also liked you twice."

After listening to Zhou Xufang, he first showed a dazed expression, then shook his head, annoying: "Big pig's hoof."

Jiang Zhi: "..."

Who taught this word?

He pinched her chin and turned her face around: "What's wrong with me?"

She shook her chin and said in anger, "Don't fall in love with you, don't like Luo San, you like me!"

He was funny: "It's not all you."

She took a break and found herself in a dead end: "You didn't know that I was Luo San when you liked me." She hummed, "Big pig hoof!"

He also laughed: "How jealous are you with yourself."

Just get jealous and ignore him.

Zhou Xufang used to be a very reasonable person. She didn't like making fuss or making troubles without reason. It was Jiang Zhi who taught her to laugh and make trouble.

There is a saying that people who are favored will always be spoiled, because some people are used to making trouble, and some people are making trouble.

"Fangbao, you can't take advantage of this." She didn't turn her head, he looked at her shadow on the car window, "Because you and Luo San are the same person, I only planted in your hands twice."

Without Luo San, where would Zhou Xufang come from?

He stretched out his hand and poked the girl's face reflected on the glass: "Do you believe it or not? If you change your appearance or your gender, I will fall into your hand."

The person reflected in the glass window smiled.

She turned her face away, a pair of Danfeng eyes smiled into two crescent moons: "You like me so much?"

Jiang Zhi said, "Yes."

She hugged him, full of joy.

fool.

Just like before, she is an easily contented and coaxing little fool.

At 9:30, Jiang Chuan sent the guests out of Jiang's house.

Xu Bozhi's car was parked outside the yard, and the cell phone in his pocket vibrated for a while. He waited for him to get in the car before answering.

"Mr Xu, Luo Qinghe is already investigating."

Xu Bozhi has only one eye to see, and he rarely drives by himself. The driver of the main driver doesn't say a word. Only Xu Bozhi's voice is in the car: "Show her the way."

"understood."

Xu Bozhi hung up the phone and reported an address, then the car changed its direction and drove out of Jiang's house.

1998.

It's the name of the bar. It was just the beginning of the night life. The bar was feasting, the DJ was deafening, and the hotly dressed night queen was swaying on the dance floor.

A crowd is carnival, or having fun, or hunting for beauty.

Luo Qinghe shook the wine in the glass, sat alone at the bar, and lit a cigarette.

"A person?"

The man's hand was already on her shoulder.

She glanced at the hand: "Take it away." After a smoke ring, she looked up, her lips were red and her eyes were charming, "Hand."

She has seen a lot of men casting nets in the fun field, and this one is inferior.

The man took away his hand, changed his posture, and put his elbow on the bar: "It's so boring to be alone, I ask you." Then he sat down directly beside her, ordered a glass of wine, and put his hands on the bar. , The wrist watch was exposed.

There is a diamond on the hour hand of the watch, and the laser light on the dance floor flashes.

Luo Qinghe glanced at the watch: "How much is this thing in your hand?"

The man fiddled with his wristband: "It's worthless, just a few million."

She laughed.

"What are you laughing at?"

Laughing at him as stupid, she said, "Fake."

Being exposed, the man is annoyed: "You understand?"

Luo Qinghe took a cigarette, and the color-changing light on her head flickered and dimmed. The red and green light in her eyes loomed, and her tone was lazy: "I understand better than you." She glanced over again, and she smiled. " It's still a low copy, it's really a drop in price."

The man swallowed his face and became irritated, and the wine glass fell: "Unappetizing Wives!" He cursed and left.

Luo Qinghe sneered.

Oh, man.

At this time, a watch was placed on the bar: "What about this, high imitation, low imitation?"

Luo Qinghe looked over at that hand, the lights were brilliant, and people's eyes flickered blurred: "You are familiar with each other, which is the capital?"

In front of me, in suits and leather shoes, he looked human.

He sat down and ordered the strongest champagne: "Xu's family."

The Xu family, in their thirties, had eye problems, so there was only one person: "Xu Laowu?" I have not seen it before, so why are they so familiar.

Xu Bozhi stretched out his hand: "Fortunately, Miss Luo."

Luo Qinghe didn't stretch out his hand, so he looked at him in time: "Recognize me?"

"Recognized." Xu Bozhi closed his hand, his immovable left eye was just facing her direction. He picked up the watch and put it on, "I have been paying attention to you for a long time."

These eyes are really ugly.

When it comes to eyes, Shu Jiangzhi looks good.

Luo Qinghe threw the cigarette **** into the red wine glass. Three or two wisps of smoke came out and disappeared in no time. She shook the glass and put it down: "Why pay attention to me?"

"An adult male, pay attention to an adult female," he said in a provocative tone. "Why do you still need to?"

I'm so courageous. Luo Qinghe laughed: "Interested in me?"

Xu Bozhi smiled and said nothing.

Luo Qinghe sneered, and did not hide her contempt: "I am not interested." She got up and left.

Xu Bozhi was sitting, looking at her sideways, at that angle, a white eye in his left eye, panicking in the flickering light.

Still so arrogant, the same as before.

"who are you?"

The girl who suddenly walked into the flower room held her hand, her eyes proud.

The nineteen-year-old Luo Qinghe, who was slim and graceful, wore an expensive and generous dress. The young boy by the flower stand only glanced at her, then lowered his head and moved back fearfully.

The girl's aura is very strong: "Who asked you to come here?"

He didn't dare to look up, and subconsciously pulled the yellow T-shirt on his body: "I, I, I..."

‘I’ve been a long time ago, and I haven’t said a complete sentence.

"Are you stuttering?"

He stammered: "No, no."

She was very impatient: "Who are you then?"

The gardener of the Luo family came in at this time: "Miss, he is my new apprentice."

The gardener's surname is Peng, and everyone calls him Master Peng.

Master Peng has a new apprentice named Abin.

The girl glanced at the new apprentice: "It looks a little stupid."

Master Peng also hurriedly said yes.

"That orchid is my mother's favorite," she told the boy who didn't even dare to lift his head, "you must take good care of it."

He nodded, and immediately lowered his head after nodding.

When the girl was gone, he raised his head and stretched his neck to look outside.

"What are you looking at?" Master Peng said, "That's the eldest lady of the Luo family. You have to behave when you meet."

"Oh."

It's Missy, no wonder it's so bright.

Western prison.

Seven o'clock is the time for inmates to take a bath, and they come in a wave of ten minutes.

Prophet Peng was the last wave. Before he finished washing, all the prisoners who shared the room with him had already cleaned up. He just turned off the water and heard footsteps.

It was five or six people with tattoos on their backs, walking over shirtlessly, and there was a finger-long scar on the front chest. It was their leader: "Prophet Peng, right?"

Prophet Peng quickly put on his clothes and looked at them warily: "Who are you?"

The heads of those people gave a wink, and four or five men gathered around.

Prophet Peng was shocked, and quickly backed away, searching around, but found no one: "What are you going to do?"

The scared man raised his eyebrows, venting his breath: "You don't know what to do?"

Several people are getting closer.

Prophet Peng had retreated to the corner, and he bluffed out: "Who instigated you?"

The scar man chuckled his mouth: "It depends on who you offend." He wrapped the towel around his fist twice, "Brothers, make a quick decision."

Prophet Peng immediately shouted: "Liu Guanjiao!"

"Liu Guanjiao!"

"Liu——"

He was hit in the stomach with a punch and collapsed to the ground with pain.

The men didn't intend to stop, pulling him up and pressing against the wall, and the other men came over with their fists.

Just in time, the whistle sounded.

Guan Jiao Liu, who was in charge of Prophet Peng’s cell, came in and shouted: "What are you doing?!" He drew out his baton, "all put his hands on my head." He stepped forward and kicked a person, "Give me all Step aside!"

The gangsters glanced at the scarred man before squatting down with their heads.

Prophet Peng weakened his legs and sat on the ground, his mouth chattering as if he was dead, "Someone wants to kill me, somebody wants to kill me... Give me a single room, somebody wants to kill me!"

This is not the first time.

Yesterday in the wood factory, this situation also appeared.

At nine o'clock the next morning, the Luo family study.

"Didn't you let you solve it quietly." Luo Huaiyu furiously directed at the person on the other end of the phone, "Who told you to startled the snake?"

The opponent is his eyeliner in the western prison.

"I didn't do it." He explained on the phone, "My people have not done anything yet."

Luo Huaiyu asked: "Who is that?"

The other party hesitated for a while: "I haven't found it yet."

"Useless things!"

Luo Huaiyu hung up the phone, still furious.

Standing by the side, Chen Li said nothing. He secretly put his hand into his pants pocket and quietly shut off the phone that was being powered on.

"Dudududududu..."

Zhou Xufang also put down the hands-free mobile phone. Jiang Zhi was sitting next to her. After hearing Luo Huaiyu's words, she asked him: "Did Luo Qinghe do it?"

Luo Qinghe should really want to kill people.

"It's not her." Jiang Zhi said, "Luo Qinghe still didn't dare to touch Prophet Peng. She was afraid of being bitten back, and her hand was not so long that she could not reach the western prison."

Nor could it be Luo Changde. Luo Changde should be able to win over the prophet Peng.

Zhou Xufang couldn't guess: "Who is that?"

Jiang Zhi: "Me."

Zhou Xufang: "?!" She was taken aback, her tone was very serious, and she said to him politely, "Jiang Zhi, you don't do anything illegal."

Although Xianzhi Peng was the murderer, Zhou Xufang did not want Jiang Zhi to go through the crooked ways. If she was caught and sent to jail, she could not help but go to jail...

Jiang Zhi touched her thoughtful head, "I don't really want to do anything to him." He explained to her patiently, "Peng Zhongming is dead, Peng Xianzhi will protect himself, not revenge, and don't scare him. He will not be obedient."

Oh, just scare.

Zhou Xufang breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Zhi’s mobile phone on the sofa vibrated, and the caller ID only had one word-Liu.

Liu Guan from the Western Prison: "Jiang Shao, Peng Xianzhi wants to see you."

Jiang Zhi said.

Still have to scare, no, I'm obedient.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, West Prison.

Prophet Peng entered the meeting room in handcuffs. His face was haggard and his eyes were puffy.

Jiang Zhi tapped the phone in front of him with his fingers.

Prophet Peng sat down and glanced at Jiang Zhi through a layer of glass, then put the phone to his ear, and his lazy voice came into his ear: "Did you think clearly?"

Prophet Peng asked him first: "Can you keep my life?"

When his son died, he and the Luo family had an wicked relationship. They wanted to shed their grievances and kill the donkey. Even in this prison, he couldn't sleep peacefully.

Jiang Zhi has been waiting, waiting for him to let go.

"If I can't even protect you, then no one in this emperor can save you." He was confident, as if everything was in his hands.

Prophet Peng thought for a long time and compromised: "What do you want me to do?"

Jiang Zhi retracted the legs stretched out and sat up straight: "Three things."

"Say."

He asked: "Apart from Luo Qinghe, who else is the murderer?"