The eyes were dark, as if they were covered with a layer of dark fog.

Shi Xiaoya was stunned. She was too familiar with the meaning of Han Zhuoling's eyes.

It's just that he's on the phone. How did he suddenly become like this?

Shi Xiaoya is wondering, and suddenly feels that something is wrong.

With It seems a little cold.

Poetry small elegant strange bow, this just found that he is not wearing clothes!

When I think of what I did last night, I must have been sleeping without clothes.

She was confused by sleep, and the weather was too warm, so she didn't feel it.

Now I found out. I quickly pulled up the quilt and wrapped myself tightly.

Shi Xiaoya poked Han Zhuoling again.

I'm on the phone now!

Han Zhuoling's hand is a little itchy. He hides in the quilt and holds it emptily. Of course, he won't really touch shixiaoya.

Although across the phone, the other side can not see.

But Han Zhuoling still thinks that this is in front of people, so naturally he can't treat Shi Xiaoya like this.

"Ling Shao, I sent you wechat at five o'clock." Tong Chu Nian naturally didn't know what happened on the other side of the phone. "At that time, he had already sent the news that Lian Qingyin had sold out the black market to the black market."

Of course, Lian Qingyin didn't sell out the black market.

She doesn't want to die.

So even after suffering such a big crime, he was still biting and didn't dare to speak out the black market.

And Han Zhuoling let Wei wucai do, but is to give the black market a false news.

Let the black market think that Lian Qingyin confessed to the black market because he couldn't stand questioning.

"What? What's wrong with Lian Qingyin? " Han Zhuoling asked.

At the beginning of Tong's life, he said: "Lian Qingyin, she Dead... "

“……” Han Zhuoling was silent.

Shi Xiaoya didn't expect that the person she met a few days ago was Dead?

Shi Xiaoya subconsciously hugs Han Zhuoling's arm.

Han Zhuoling looked down at her frightened appearance and took her in her arms to comfort her.

Shi Xiaoya felt a little cold at first.

But in the arms of Han Zhuoling, I feel much better.

"When did it happen?" Han Zhuoling asked again.

"Look at the surveillance. It's five thirty-five in the morning. She just left the police station." Tong chunian said, "at the intersection of Desheng Road, he was knocked over several times by a truck coming out from the side. After that, a man came down from the truck. He should be the driver. Wearing cap, mask and sunglasses. So I can't see his face. "

"Look at the surveillance. The driver threw a lighted lighter into the car and it exploded. When the police arrived, only a charred body was pulled out of the car. "

Han Zhuoling was afraid of Shi Xiaoya, so she went to cover her ears.

Shi Xiaoya shakes her head and takes his hand down. "It's OK."

Tong early years hear the voice of the poem small elegant, Leng for a while, "the madam is also in?"

Shi Xiaoya

Suddenly listen to Tong early years so say, poem small elegant still very not adapt.

This "Madame" suddenly made her old.

Before and Han Zhuoling has not married, Tong early years all direct call her name.

Shixiaoya doesn't think it's bad either. Anyway, they are all of the same generation. On the contrary, they are more comfortable.

Shi Xiaoya said, "yes, because I heard it is related to Lian Qingyin, so I want to listen to it together."

Tong chunian was silent.

Just now he said the cause of death and the state of death of Lian Qingyin. Now it's frightening to think about it.

If you know that Shi Xiaoya is also listening, he must be a little more tactful.