Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

Zhou Xufang turned his head, his pupils were red: "Then let her die."

Such a person is not a pity to die.

Jiang Zhi’s hat is hers, and the letter Z is embroidered. The brim of the hat is very low. The mask and glasses cover his face. Zhou Xufang can only vaguely see the faint light behind his glasses, like in a dark desert. A cluster of flames rising.

He still grabbed her hand and didn't let go: "Are you sure, you want to kill her?"

Zhou Xufang was speechless for a while.

Do you want to kill...

Her hands were stained with blood, but they never stained human lives.

She did not answer, Jiang Zhi answered for her: "Okay." He pulled her behind, "I will kill you." Without hesitation, he drew out a dagger, his eyes fixed on Luo Qing and his heart. .

If you want to kill someone, you have to come.

Zhou Xu spinning cannot.

Luo Qinghe on the ground struggled to sit up, finally having fear in his eyes, rubbing his legs on the ground, and kept backing away.

Jiang Zhi kept approaching, he raised his hand, and the white light reflected from the dagger flashed... Zhou Xufang held him: "Don't kill, don't kill."

Can't kill.

No matter how angry, there must be a bottom line.

Jiang Zhi just closed his hand.

Tang Xiang shouted at this moment: "The police are coming, you go first."

Before she came, Jiang Zhi gave her the original, which was in the bag. Luo Qing and the late patient with suspected illness did not know what they were thinking about.

Jiang Zhi picked up the glasses that Zhou Xu spun on the floor and took her away.

Ms. He, who was already awake a bit of consciousness, suddenly rushed over and held her: "Luo San." She was anxious, "Luo San, where are you going?"

Tang wanted to drag Ms. He back, and said to the two professional errand runners, "Hurry up."

Jiang Zhi immediately took the people away.

Behind, Luo Qinghe was lying on the ground, her face pale, her mouth oozing blood, and she was still smiling.

Tang Xiang was annoyed when he heard: "What the **** are you laughing at?"

She got up and said, "Thank you, Tang thinks."

Get sick!

"My goal is not you, nor the original." She raised her hand and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, "I won, hahahaha..."

She is crazy.

At this time, the siren rang.

Luo Qinghe did not enter the police station, but went to the hospital because of serious injuries.

How heavy is the injury?

A ruptured spleen requires surgery.

After she finished the operation, her consciousness recovered, it was already the next day. She and Tang Xiang had their own arguments. One said that Luo Qinghe deliberately kidnapped, and the other said that Tang wanted to intentionally hurt people. There was no evidence. The police could only temporarily detain both.

Neither of them filed a case to appeal. Forty-eight hours later, they each paid a fine and went private.

Changling Hospital.

Luo Qinghe has been raised for two days and is able to go to the ground. Xiao Yi, the president of Changling Hospital, is her uncle, but she was hospitalized for these two days, and Xiao Yi was not in the hospital.

She called him: "Uncle, it's me."

"What's the matter?"

"Eight years ago, did you personally handle Luo San's body?" Because the firefighter was so nosy, he carried him out before it was burned to ashes.

"Yes." Xiao Yi asked, "what's the matter?"

She heard it clearly, and He Xiangxiu called the monster Luo San.

She said, "It's nothing, something strange happened."

There are monsters in this world, and it's not surprising that there are any wonders.

After hanging up the phone, she threw the phone on the hospital bed, reached under the pillow, and touched the ruby ​​hairpin.

Click.

The gem was removed, revealing the tiny camera hidden inside.

"Ah."

She laughed.

Knocking: "Knock, knock, knock."

She put the hairpin back under the pillow: "In."

It was Xu Bozhi, the fifth member of the Xu family, who came in with flowers in his hand.

"What are you doing here?"

Xu Bozhi put the flower down: "Look at you." He turned his head to look at her, the righteous eye couldn't move, so he turned one eyeball.

"Are we familiar?" She said contemptuously and perfunctorily.

Xu Bozhi laughed and sat down: "I'll be familiar after a few more visits."

Nothing to be courteous.

She couldn't help but: "Where did you get the news? Know that I'm in the hospital."

Xu Bozhi did not answer directly: "I said it last time, I have been paying attention to you."

Last time in the bar, the lights were dim and I didn’t get a good look. Now that the two are close, Luo Qinghe only noticed his face, as if he had moved a knife. The position around the broken eye was unnatural and uncoordinated. .

No wonder looking at this face is so ugly.

Luo Qinghe took his words: "Pay attention to this word, be lighter, it is inquiries, and be heavier, it is surveillance." She leaned forward, staring at his frighteningly white eye, and asked, "Xu Wu What kind of sir?"

Xu Bozhi straightened his burgundy tie: "The kind that is neither light nor heavy."

Luo Qinghe laughed: "Then what else have you noticed?"

"The Luo family hasn't gone mourning yet." He said, "Sorrow and change."

The news of Luo Changde's death was still kept secret by the Luo family, and those in the know could count it with both hands.

The needle on the back of her hand was a little crooked, she dialed it, and asked calmly, "What else?" Did you find out about the Zhangjiang Bridge? Did you investigate Prophet Peng again?

He didn't answer directly, and there was something in his words: "I will see you a few times in the future, I will tell you slowly."

This person, whose origin is unknown, is very dangerous.

"You seem to be approaching me on purpose," Luo Qinghe approached him, "what's the purpose?"

He stared at her intently, and said without changing his face, "I like you." The uncoordinated face smiled and his facial features were twitching, and he said, "I want to marry you."

Marry her?

Luo Qinghe laughed: "It's so funny."

Marry her, he is also worthy of a one-eyed dragon?

Xu Bozhi was also not angry, his face was rough, not fierce and scary: "You will know from now on, it's not funny at all."

"After not, I don't like you at all." Luo Qinghe pressed the pager on the bedside, "I like nice eyes."

The best, it is peach blossom eyes.

When the Luo family's eldest lady was still young, her eyes were above the top, and she didn't look at ordinary people. At that time he was not called Xu Bozhi, his name was Abin, he was a lowly gardener.

The eldest lady asked him to take good care of her mother's favorite orchid. He took a lot of thought and took good care of the potted flower and sent it personally.

"Big, eldest lady." He didn't dare to go in, he stood at the door, and his yellow clothes made him extremely embarrassed.

The eldest lady’s room was decorated in an expensive and beautiful way. She was sitting at the desk, holding a book in English in her hand, without raising her head: "What's the matter?"

A Bin handed the flowers over: "Lan, orchid."

She closed the book: "Stuttering, you have a tongue problem."

A Bin was about to say no.

She is impatient and has obvious disgust: "Go out."

He put the flowerpot by the door, did not dare to look up, looked at the ground, and went out. The servant just came over and said, "Miss, the little son of the Jiang family is here."

The young girl in the room immediately stood up, walked to the closet, picked out an azure skirt, compared it in the mirror, and ordered the next person: "Clean my room again. Something is coming in. ."

A Bin paced much faster and almost ran out.

In the afternoon, when he was working in the flower shed, he saw the azure skirt again.

"Jianzhi."

"Jianzhi."

That pretty boy ignored her at all.

She ran behind, her azure skirt dangling: "Wait for me, I have something to tell you."

A Bin in the flower shed stared at the slender legs under the skirt.

In the evening, there was an annual film festival. The film Jiang Zhi made in the first half of the year was nominated for the Best Picture Award. As the director, the core of the main creative team, he was invited to attend.

Zhou Xufang didn't want to go.

Before Jiang Zhi went out, he didn't really want to go: "I'll be back when I show up."

"Good." Zhou Xufang sent him to the hallway.

Jiang Zhi again asked: "Don't run around at home."

"Ok."

These days, they stayed together almost every day. They were used to taking her everywhere. Now they are going to be apart for a while, Jiang Zhi is very uncomfortable.

It feels...like sending my daughter to kindergarten for the first time.

The old father couldn't move his feet in front of the kindergarten.

Jiang Zhijiao just stepped out and took it back: "You should go to the film festival with me, don't worry about leaving you at home."

Zhou Xufang's expression was very honest: "What are you worried about?"

"I'm afraid you eat snacks."

Jiang Zhi really understands her well.

Zhou Xufang can't even blink his eyes if he tells a little lie now: "No, I promise."

Jiang Zhicai didn't believe her promise: "Really don't follow me?"

She shook her head: "I don't want to be on camera."

He didn't force her: "Well, wait for me at home."

She said yes.

Jiang Zhi kissed her for a long time before going out.

The film festival starts at 8 o'clock and there is live broadcast online.

Zhou Xufang ordered a takeaway and went to the refrigerator to bring a bucket of egg-free ice cream, a few bags of potato chips, a few bags of marshmallows, and a box of duck necks.

While eating, she stood in front of the computer, waiting to watch the live broadcast of the film festival.

The film festival only started for a while, before she even saw Jiang Zhi, the desktop computer next to the laptop suddenly started and the alarm sounded.

"A Fang."

Frost has issued a yellow font as a warning: "Something is wrong downstairs."

Monitoring is installed downstairs, and every move is known to the frost.

Zhou Xufang asked: "What's wrong?"

Frost cut out the monitor downstairs: "You have someone downstairs."

Six people surrounded the entrance and exit of the 17th building.