Chapter 377

"Fengda beast, do you really want to marry me?" It's not unexpected, it's just that the news is hard for mu Qinghuan to digest.

"If you dare to marry, I dare to marry!" It's not marriage, who's afraid of who. Moreover, he's not at a loss if he marries muqinghuan. He wants to hide muqinghuan at home and not let any man covet it.

"If you want to marry me, I must?" After all, the times have changed. We all know that we should respect women. Some of them are happier than the first marriage

Than the first marriage happiness... This, red fruit face ah, there?

Fengcheng seized the main contradiction, "you and blackness are fake. Who can you rely on as a woman after divorce?"

"Not necessarily. Baroness wants to play a trick on me!" Mu Qinghuan's voice just fell, and his chin was caught by him!

"I won't!" After that, Fengcheng sends MuQing to shengmei apartment, and then stands at the door to block her.

In a word, Mu Qinghuan can only live in an apartment and is not allowed to go home. He keeps a complete distance from the black baron.

How can there be such a small three? It's rampant!

Make sure that the light in muqinghuan's room is off, seal the city, and then turn back to the car seat.

As soon as the fun changed, Fengcheng became silent. Without saying a word, he just held it silently in the driver's seat.

It seems that Mu Qinghuan refused to divorce and wanted to kill him.

……

At five in the morning, Mu Qinghuan was awakened by the ringing of his mobile phone.

"Theo, who wants me?" Mu Qinghuan was just about to answer the phone. The next second, a short message came.

It's a strange message: 18th floor.

Mu Qinghuan remembers that he happens to live on the 18th floor, so he looks out through cat's eyes, but he can't see anything.

It must have been a long time ago.

Mu Qinghuan cancels the insurance and opens the door.

The corridor on the 18th floor, under the warm light, stands a thin figure.

Mu Qinghuan's eyes are tight. She seems to have seen this figure.

"Who are you?" Mu Qinghuan asked carefully.

"Mu Qinghuan... Didn't you come to me first?" The thin figure looked back at Mu Qinghuan.

Mu Qinghuan saw clearly that this woman, who had just met at the horse race course, was called Zhou Xiameng.

Zhou Xiameng stood under the wall lamp of the stairs, wearing only a thin dress with her hair on her shoulders, and smiling at Mu Qinghuan.

"Miss Zhou? Do you live nearby, too? " Mu Qinghuan asked curiously.

"Well, yeah, I didn't expect we lived so close." Zhou Xiameng said quietly with a smile.

"Oh, I don't live here often." Mu Qinghuan only thinks that Zhou Xiameng's smile is very strange.

Mu Qinghuan asked subconsciously, "how early did you get up?"

Zhou Xiameng pointed to the upper floor with a soft tone, "no, I can't sleep. Now I want to go up and blow the wind..."

Said, Zhou Xiameng suddenly asked: "Miss mu... Come with me?"

Five o'clock in the morning and a strange woman who didn't know one day, it was very strange. Mu Qinghuan shook his head and refused Zhou Xiameng's kindness. "I'm still a little sleepy. I want to go back to sleep."

"Forget it." Then, without speaking any more, Zhou turned and walked into the elevator.

May be Zhou Xiameng deliberately slow down, Mu Qinghuan unconsciously with the past.

Seeing that the elevator Zhou Xiameng took was closed, Mu Qinghuan went to the next elevator

Since Zhou Xia dreams of blowing, he will go to the top floor, and Mu Qinghuan follows him.

There are few people in the early morning. When Mu Qinghuan comes out of the elevator, he always feels flustered.

"Miss Zhou..." Mu Qinghuan walked about ten steps, and heard a slow sound of footsteps behind him. Mu Qinghuan turned to look, and the sound disappeared at the same time.

Mu Qinghuan took a deep breath and simply stood at the window of the corridor to listen carefully. As soon as he looked up, he saw the black window flash over a rapidly falling object, driving a gust of wind.

What's going down?

Maybe it's rubbish?

At first, Mu Qinghuan didn't care. He thought it was who threw the garbage on the floor. He didn't think much about it, so he turned to leave.

After two more steps, Mu Qinghuan felt something was wrong. So early, no one would throw rubbish from the top floor. She ran to the top floor in a hurry. The Olympic Games is really evil. There are no people on the top floor.

A burst of brain swelling, Mu Qinghuan desperately ran into the elevator breathing, she did not dare to go downstairs to see, maybe, just jumped down is... Zhou Xiameng!

Well, there may be a body downstairs.

Mu Qinghuan from the pocket of pajamas, shaking out the phone, "Hello, hello..."

In less than three seconds, the other party got through.

"Hello, hello..." nestled in the elevator, Mu Qinghuan was frightened.

"What's the matter?" First, he was stunned and realized that it was wrong.

Mu Qinghuan closed his eyes and repeatedly said, "seal, seal the city..."

The security of the apartment is very good, but mu Qinghuan's tone is very strange. He sealed the city and asked, "Mu Qinghuan! What's the matter? "

Covering the corners of her lips, Mu Qinghuan choked in her voice and said as clearly as possible, "I, I just met Zhou Xiameng, and then I seem to see her fall from the roof. Shall we call for an ambulance? If the ambulance comes late, she'll die! "

attic?

"On the eighty eighth floor, even if the ambulance came, she couldn't help it. And why do we want to save her, a person who doesn't want to live, no one has the ability to save her! " With a sneer, Feng Cheng said this in a cruel tone, as if suddenly changed a person.

"Maybe there's a way out!" Mu Qinghuan shakes his head and is determined in his way.

"Mu Qinghuan, now go back to my apartment. I'll be right there." Exhale one breath, seal city direct command way.

Back against the wall, Mu Qinghuan clenched his mobile phone, looked around, and finally hid in the elevator.

It seems to be aware of something, Fengcheng blurted out, "is not afraid?"

Mu Qinghuan bit his lip

"Keep talking. Don't run around. I'll drive for you now!" Say, seal city warning Mu Qinghuan not to hang up the phone.

"..." Mu Qinghuan had to squat in the elevator, his head blank, then opened his eyes and found himself lying on the warm bed.

Just now, was it just a dream?

Shengmei company.

"My God! First, Zhou Xiameng was killed last night

Sun Ziyang picked up the newspaper, Gua dry voice, caused the attention of the whole workshop.

People were surprised, "how could it be?"

They read the newspaper, more surprised, "really, this news is actually true!"

Mu Qinghuan's eyes leaped, and then he took the newspaper to read: Zhou Xiameng was killed last night, covered with blood, and the police reminded single women to strengthen self-protection.

"Damn it, Zhou Xiameng is in pain. You see, her face is covered with blood. It's estimated that she was disfigured and then in pain!" Lifting the newspaper over his head, Yan Naier squinted, "obviously, the killer must be a woman, and he is very jealous!"

People laughed and said, "Yan nai'er, why do you become a female artist? Why don't you become a policeman?"

"Why don't you believe it?" Yan nai'er looks discontented, and then looks at Xiang Mu Qinghuan, "Xiao Qinghuan, do you think my words are very reasonable?"

"Well." He answered casually. Mu Qinghuan kept his head down and thought about something quietly. Suddenly he took out his mobile phone, and the message of "18th floor" was still there.

After work, Mu Qinghuan decided to move out of shengmei apartment!

Didi... On the street, the horn of the car is very harsh, and a car stops in front of muqinghuan.

"I'll see you off." Lower the window, the 360 degree face of Fengcheng leaps into front of you.

Fengcheng is in a good mood. He finally finds out why Mu Qinghuan got married