Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

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

Prophet Peng did not answer immediately. He hesitated for a while, and then recruited: "It was she who instructed me, so I only know her." In addition, he paused for a while and added, "Luo Huaiyu is an insider. Back then, I promised Luo Huaiyu. Before Qinghe, I went to ask him for advice."

Sure enough, Luo Huaiyu couldn't escape either.

Jiang Zhi asked: "What did he say?"

Prophet Peng shook his head: "He said nothing, he was a bystander."

Bystander?

Jiang Zhi tapped his fingers on the countertop, and there was a ringing: It was a murder with a knife.

"Second item," Jiang Zhi continued, his tone not hurriedly, "record a statement, and you will be there as a witness when the court opens in the future."

Prophet Peng hesitated.

Jiang Zhi was not in a hurry, and said slowly, "Believe it or not? If you don't agree, you won't survive the court day."

If he doesn't agree, not only the Luo family will let him go, but also the unfathomable young master of the Jiang family. Prophet Peng said: "I do."

He may be looking for skin with the tiger.

Jiang Zhi is the tiger.

There is a third thing, he said: "Go to Luo Changde, what he says, do what you do." His tone was calm, but it was a command.

Prophet Peng did not understand: "What do you mean?" He was not in the Luo family.

Jiang Zhi did not explain: "You don't need to know this, you just need to obey."

The ten-minute meeting is up.

Jiang Zhi got up and left the meeting room. Two people came oncoming in the corridor outside, a prison guard, and a prisoner in handcuffs.

Guan Jiao met Jiang Zhi and nodded, then went to the side and lit a cigarette.

The handcuffed prisoner was a tall man. After looking from the left to the right, he walked to Jiang Zhi and called out: "Jiang Shao."

This man was the scarred man who gave Prophet Peng a punch in the stomach yesterday—a **** with many little brothers, and he had a good status in the western prison.

He is a big brother, why should he listen to Jiang Zhi?

Don't listen to Jiang Zhi killing him, big fish eat small fish!

"Let the words out, no one is allowed to touch Prophet Peng."

Brother: "Yes."

At four o'clock that afternoon, Luo Changde went to the Western Prison.

Luo Qinghe received the news.

"President Luo," Shen Yue stepped forward and said, "President Luo has gone to the Western Prison."

Luo Qinghe stopped reading the documents and raised his head. There was a sudden wave in his eyes: "Xianzhi Peng is willing to see him?" She had been there several times, but every time she ate her door.

Shen Yue nodded.

Luo Qing and immediately got up and walked out of the office quickly.

When the people walked far away, Shen Yue called: "Shao Jiang."

In winter, the days are short and the nights are long, just after five o'clock, and the sun sets.

A hanging basket chair was added to Jiang Zhi’s residence. I just arrived today. It was purchased by Zhou Xufang. She gave a five-star praise and posted a picture. She especially liked it. She also covered the hanging basket chair with a pink blanket. I also put a pink pillow.

"They are father and daughter after all, will they kill each other?" Zhou Xufang was swinging on the basket chair.

The hanging basket chair was too small to fit two people. Jiang Zhi was standing, always feeling that the thing was not strong. He was afraid of her falling, so he kept supporting.

"If there is no conflict of interest, Luo Changde might think of a father-daughter relationship. If Luo Qinghe is a threat to him, then it is another matter." Jiang Zhi asked Zhou Xufang, "If you are Luo Qinghe, at this time What will it do?"

Zhou Xufang hugged a pillow of a pink rabbit, and thought for a while: "Be sincere."

At present, Luo Qinghe is in a weak position, and he can only surrender.

"You have to protect yourself and get it done once and for all. It's not enough to invest in honesty." Jiang Zhi said, "You have to delay time to recharge your energy and get more bargaining chips."

Luo Qinghe is not a temperament who can do nothing, she will definitely fight back, not to mention that she knows that Luo Changde is a guilty conscience, and it is even more impossible to be slaughtered.

Zhou Xufang was swinging on the hanging basket chair with two legs, thought for a moment, and asked Jiang Zhi, "Will she use bitterness?"

Jiang Zhi said: "Yes."

clatter.

Zhou Xufang opened a can of milk: "Then, what do we do?" She put a lot of milk and marshmallows in the hanging basket chair.

Just because of the snacks, Jiang Zhi couldn't sit in.

However, she still wants to let go. If Jiang Zhi... just let him squat.

She was about to drink milk, Jiang Zhi took away her milk jug: "You can't drink anymore, you drank too much today." She drank too much, and she didn't eat much.

"Oh."

She will drink secretly later.

Jiang Zhi drank her milk before answering her question: "If she uses bitterness, we will use divorce."

He thought about the results and various countermeasures, playing tricks with this group of people, letting them bite the dog, and it was handy.

Zhou Xufang stopped talking and just looked at him, looking straight ahead.

Jiang Zhi was seen by her and wanted to do something bad, and licked her lips. Suddenly she felt that the milk smell was too weak, and she wanted to kiss her: "What's wrong?"

"Who taught you?" she asked.

"Huh?" He didn't understand.

"You will be very smart." Zhou Xufang wanted to say that he was very treacherous, but he was afraid that Jiang Zhi would be unhappy.

Jiang Zhi drank the milk in the jar, threw it away, and steadily threw it into the trash can: "The old lady taught it."

His parents died young and grew up in the knees of Mrs. Jiang since childhood.

"When I was seven or eight years old, she took me with him." He said, "Jiang Xiaolin and they all hired a teacher. I didn't. I was taught by her personally. What she taught was all things that kill people and not dirty hands."

He is also blue and blue, and can use it with ease.

He taught conspiracy and tricks at the age of seven or eight. Zhou Xufang didn't quite understand: "Why teach you this?"

"The old lady said: protect yourself."

But children who are only seven or eight years old, at the age of learning Chinese, begin to protect themselves. It's too early and too eager to get things done.

why? Isn't he the most beloved grandson?

"If it were me, as long as I have the ability to protect you, I won't let you attack and calculate so early." She will carefully hide and protect, at least to make it safe and smooth at his age when he should be childish. , Carefree.

"You don't get dirty hands, can you..." She looked at Jiang Zhi, "Will she want to borrow your hand too?"

if so……

Jiang Zhi was speechless, unable to answer.

"Jianzhi."

"Ok."

Zhou Xufang stretched out his hand.

Jiang Zhi walked over, held her hand, and squatted in front of her.

She put her other hand on his head and touched his soft hair: "Maybe your grandma doesn't really love you."

Maybe she is sharpening the knife.

Jiang Zhi raised his head, put his face under her palm, and rubbed it gently: "I'm not sure." He said, "I'm only sure you are."

She nodded vigorously: "Well, I am."

There are too many things in Mrs. Jiang's world, so there will be sacrifices and gains. Zhou Xufang is different. She only has Jiang Zhi. She doesn't give up. She gives up everything.

Jiang Zhi hooked her neck, pulled it over, and kissed, um, a smell of milk.

Western prison.

When Luo Changde came out from the inside, the sky outside was already dark. As soon as he reached the doorway, a car parked on the side of the road had its lights on.

"dad."

Luo Qinghe got off the car: "Wait for a while."

Luo Changde was surprised for a moment: "You are really well informed."

She was noncommittal and did not go in circles. She asked straightforwardly, "Have you ever confessed to you?" Before Luo Changde could speak, she guessed, "I should have said everything."

Luo Changde neither admitted nor denied.

"You also have a recording in your hand. Next, are you going to send me in?" Her tone was surprisingly calm, neither begging for mercy nor negotiating.

Luo Changde sneered: "Aren't you checking me too?"

"Do you think I would really send you in if I found out?" She smiled, "There are a bunch of daughters outside of you. I don't lack one, but there are no fathers outside of me."

Luo Changde was indifferent and stopped: "You don't have to play family cards with me, as long as you don't check that matter again, I will stop."

He finished speaking and left.

Luo Qinghe still stood there, took out a lighter, and lit a cigarette. The phone rang, she answered, and the other side asked, "Mr. Luo, do you want to stop?"

She spit out the smoke ring and said, "Go on."

After touching for about half an hour, Luo Changde's car was already on the highway. There are not many vehicles on the road leading to the western prison, and it is quieter at night.

Except for Luo Changde's car, there was only a van directly in front, in the side lane, facing his car head-on.

Suddenly, the van changed lanes.

Luo Changde's pupils were shocked and he slammed on the brakes.

呲——

The car slid for several meters and almost hit the protective fence. Luo Changde's forehead knocked on the steering wheel, and he became angry and shouted outside: "How did you drive!"

The door at the back of the van opened, and four people came down, all men, each of them tall, wearing masks and hats, one of them yelled ‘Golden Brother’, the main driver’s door opened, and two people got off.

Brother Jin is their leader. The shortest one also wore a mask and hat. He couldn't see his appearance. He wore a mix of jeans and leather shoes. He seemed young.

Luo Changde felt uneasy, faintly feeling wrong: "Who are you?"

Brother Jin laughed, stepped on the back seat of the van, got half of his body in, and found an iron stick. He carried the stick on his shoulders, chewing gum in his mouth.

He said: "Poor man." He squeezed the iron rod in his hand and walked over to knock on Luo Changde's car window, his voice heard young, scornful, "Luo Ye, borrow some money and spend it."

Luo Changde felt a little in his heart: "What are you going to do?!" These people came prepared!

Brother Jin spit out the gum from his mouth, put his hand on his back, wiped a sweat, changed his hand, wiped another hand, and then held the stick with both hands.

"you--"

"Huh!"

Going down with a stick, the car glass was torn apart.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Luo Qinghe answered a strange call.

"Hey."

The other party asked: "Luo Qinghe, right?"

He is a man, he should not be too old.

"It's me." Luo Qinghe asked, "Who are you?"

The other party spoke harshly with a sullen tone: "It doesn't matter who I am, who is your Laozi is more important." He asked, "Is Luo Changde your Laozi?"

Luo Qinghe hummed, waiting for his next words.

Before speaking, there was a scream from the phone, and then the man asked, "I heard the voice?"

It was Luo Changde's voice.

Luo Qinghe glanced at the number and location, and then pressed the recording: "Kidnapping for extortion?"

The kidnapper chuckled, "Talking to smart people is just saving effort."

Luo Qinghe listened, but still calmly said, "Give the phone to my dad."

The ‘kidnapper’ gave a warning, saying don’t play tricks, and changed Luo Changde’s call.

"Qinghe."

Luo Qinghe asked: "What's the matter?"

Luo Changde panicked and spoke very quickly: "They want money, you just give it."

Just asking for money?

Would it be that simple?

Luo Qinghe asked again: "Is there anything wrong with you?"

"I'm fine now. Don't call the police. You can give as much as they want." He said quickly, and hurriedly ordered, "You must come to redeem—"

The phone has changed.

Or the kidnapper just now: "Is the confirmation finished?"

It's just this time, the coincidence is very disturbing.

"Make a price." Luo Qinghe said.

"What's the hurry, I don't have to give you time to prepare." The man changed his tone and his tone became ruthless. "Wait for my call, and don't call the police, or you will wait for your father to collect the body."

After speaking, he hung up the phone.

The van was still parked on the side of the road. He turned off his mobile phone and threw it into the river, instructing brothers: "Tie him up and seal his mouth."

"Yes, Brother Jin."

The kidnapper was called Dajin, and everyone under his hand called him Brother Jin. He was still the youngest in terms of age, but whoever is cruel on the road is his brother.

Daikin changed his cell phone and dialed: "I miss my sister."