Mi Zang Jiao Wife: Baby Where to Escape

  Li Jia stood by his side and looked in his line of sight. There was a road, occasionally there were cars passing by, but there was nothing else.

  Here is the place where she had a car accident. She still remembers the pain of breaking her bones before she died, remembering that the fetus in her abdomen was too late to be born away with the hot heat under her body, and remembering the regret and relief at that moment.

But it turned out that death is not liberation, it is a new beginning.

  Lu Yichen stood there, saying nothing. If it weren't for the cigarette on his lips, the white smoke made people feel that he was alive, just like a sculpture on the street.

  Li Jia accompanied him to watch the street scene, and the sky was falling, quiet and silent.

   "Jia Jia." Lu Yichen spoke softly, as if talking to himself, if it were not for Li Jia, he would stand next to him, almost unable to hear him.

   "Huh?" She whispered to him.

  Lu Yichen looked at the empty road, snow fell, wheels rolled, and the asphalt road was muddy and dirty.

But he remembered that his Jiajia used to lie here, quietly, with black eyes looking at him, closing a little bit, the bright red blood slowly pouring out from under her, as if it were blooming with big flowers. Blood peony.

   "Are you there? Jiajia?"

  Some people say that after death, the soul will often wander around the place of death. Will Jiajia come back?

  She won’t be back, will she? She should hate him.

  The cigarette from Lu Yichen's fingertips fell, and the extinguished flame of the cigarette **** touched the white snow on the ground, and the snow melted quickly, extinguishing the flame.

   "My brother missed you so much, where are you? Will you come back?"

   "Jia Jia, forgive my brother..."

  He whispers softly, his voice is ethereal, floating in the cold air.

  Li Jia stretched out her hand to touch, but in the end she could only stand beside him silently. "Jia Jia has always been by your side, she forgave you."

  She died, and he had a bad life, really bad.

  Li Jia stared at the changing scenes before her eyes. As winter passed and spring came, the bare branches became lush.

  Chuangshi Building, a newspaper on the coffee table in the president’s office, with shocking news written on the page.

  The business empire creation consortium is about to disintegrate, and several generals die in succession.

  The accompanying picture is a mosaic map of the scene of a car accident. The crushed and fragmented corpses are lying on the icy asphalt road.

this is……

  Mo Zihan’s father, Mo Jianming, is a real estate tycoon in the Creation Consortium.

The creation consortium is like an empire, with the Lu family standing at the highest end. Like the emperor of the royal family, the operation of an empire always requires ministers, and Mo Jianming is one of its important pillars.

  If important officials in North Korea die one after another, one can imagine the consequences.

  Li Jia stared at the man behind the desk, his body was full of coldness, and he was different from the brother she had remembered. His expression was cold and cold, his face was expressionless, and his eyes were so dark that he could not see the end, and there was no trace of light.

  Yu Qing opened the door of the office and walked in, placing a pile of documents in front of him.

  Lu Yichen stretched out his hand and took it out, staring at the data file with indifferent eyes, his sculptural expression finally loosened, and two inaudible words were slowly spit out from his dumb throat. "... Ye Xiao."

  Li Jia suddenly raised her head, she leaned in quickly, wanting to see what it was.

  But she just approached and everything in front of her changed again. Li Jia finally realized that something was faintly wrong. Before leaving the scene this time, she immediately looked at the calendar hanging not far away.

   is one and a half years after her death.

  She still has a question, when did her brother die? Why did he die? Why did Ye Xiao appear after she died?