Chapter 391

Fengcheng rushed into the gate, his eyes changed from nervous to indifferent.

Zhang Bunu hugged Mu Qinghuan and cried all the time.

Zhang Tutu was very unstable. He closed the city to see Mu Qinghuan, "how?"

"I don't know. I'm afraid she's just having a nightmare?" Mu Qinghuan shook his head in bewilderment.

"I'm very afraid..." the lips and teeth tremble. Zhang Bunu tightens her wrist and holds Mu Qinghuan. She refuses to let go.

"..." shrugged, Mu Qinghuan gave Fengcheng a helpless look.

Fengcheng just stand dry, after all, he can't hold a rabbit!

He could not smell the perfume of other women in the city.

Soon, Zhang Tutu stabilized his mood and cried less exaggeratedly, but his voice was still full of choking, "sobbing... I dreamed that I was disfigured, I'm really afraid..."

It turned out that she was just dreaming.

After all, a woman's face is almost the whole of a woman.

If you destroy your face, you lose everything.

"It's safe here. You can have a rest. I'll stay outside."

Seeing that Fengcheng was about to leave, Zhang Bunu immediately reached out and grabbed him. "I'm afraid... In case the murderer climbs in from the window, what should he do?"

"No Feng Cheng shook his head and strode out in a decisive tone.

Zhang Tutu is really afraid. She is always suspicious and thinks that the murderer has been secretly paying attention to her. As long as she has a chance, she will destroy her face.

Tremble hands, Zhang rabbit to touch his face, and then stupidly tighten the quilt, as much as possible to wrap himself tightly.

"Are you all right?" Mu Qinghuan stares at Zhang Tutu's every move.

"I don't know..." Zhang Tu Tu was going crazy and cried low.

If it goes on like this, even if the killer doesn't do anything, this rabbit will go crazy first.

The next morning, Mu Qinghuan put on his professional clothes and lipstick, and his whole body looked energetic.

As soon as she came into the living room with her bag, she met Fengcheng.

"Zhang Bunu is in an unstable mood. Nangong police officer will come and watch her. I'll go to work first." Mu Qinghuan greets him simply.

But Fengcheng reached out and stopped her way. "Give me a cup of hot milk“

Mu Qinghuan depressed, "although this is your home, I am not your servant."

"Go and make a cup of coffee..." Feng Cheng holds his arms in both hands and blocks at the door, not letting Mu Qinghuan go out.

Is he playing a rascal?

In fact, Mu Qinghuan also knows that Fengcheng is waiting for her answer

Mu Qinghuan, give me one last chance

When this sentence came to mind, Mu Qinghuan pulled his lips, and then went to the kitchen to make him coffee.

He closed the city and went to the bathroom.

He washed his face and wiped it with a piece of paper. As he was about to leave, something flashed in his head

Ear Studs.

The earrings Yang ChuChu wore before he was killed seemed to have appeared on Mu Qinghuan's ears just now.

Heart a smothering, closed the city quickly back to the living room.

"Breakfast is ready..." Mu Qinghuan not only made coffee, but also prepared a simple breakfast.

"I don't have much appetite..." Zhang Tu Tu drank a mouthful of juice, and his face was not very good.

"Eat more. Don't be scared by the murderer. The murderer is also human. She has only one hand. She's not a ghost." Mu Qinghuan tried to comfort Zhang Tutu.

But Zhang Bunu said nervously, "maybe the killer is a female ghost!"

"How could it be?" After being stunned, Mu Qinghuan continued, "she's just hiding in the dark. She has an identity that is not easy to find. If there are police, she will find out."

"Well, I don't want to think about such a complicated thing." "Zhang Bunu said, a force to seal the city clip food," last night I accidentally had a nightmare, must disturb you? Eat more. "

Fengcheng has no appetite and stares at Mu Qinghuan's earrings.

Aware of this, Mu Qinghuan frowns slightly, looks at Fengcheng strangely, and then goes to drink Soybean milk.

"Mu Qinghuan, I have something to tell you." Unlike usual, Feng Cheng's face was very serious.

"Well?" Mu Qinghuan looks at Fengcheng in bewilderment.

"Just a question." After a few sips of coffee, Feng Cheng stood in front of the window sill of the living room.

The bright sunlight is penetrating the clean glass window to scatter to come in, seal the city to lift the MOU, see the South Temple Ling drive to come over.

"I'll take her to the police first." Nangong Ling didn't stay much, so he picked up Zhang Bunu directly.

As soon as Nangong Ling left, Fengcheng turned from the windowsill, "how did you get your earrings?"

"What do you mean?" Mu Qinghuan, with a self-conscious look, reached out to touch his earrings, but he didn't realize that something was wrong.

"You don't know?" Feng asked.

"Don't know..." said, Mu Qinghuan took out a small mirror to look at, suddenly shocked for a moment, a moment stare big eyes.

This kind of broken drill earrings, usually small, not eye-catching, but in the light with a dress to wear, it will appear shiny, foil temperament.

"Why is this thing with you?" Fengcheng rubbed her earlobe and murmured.

"Do you want to send me? But I don't need it! " Mu Qinghuan thought it was a gift from Fengcheng.

"It seems that you really don't know anything..." after a pause, Fengcheng reminded, "this earring was lost after Yang ChuChu was disfigured. To be exact, this evidence may have been accidentally dropped when Yang ChuChu was struggling with the murderer... Then, it can only appear in the hands of the murderer..."

Mu Qinghuan was very surprised. Her heart was pounding. She didn't want to be abnormal. She just held back the panic in her heart and kept forcing herself to calm down.

Fengcheng suspected that she was the murderer?

The second Olympic Games, if he really thinks so, there will be no so-called last chance!

He doesn't believe in her character. He thinks she is a pervert, so it's better to stay away from her!

"Your reasoning... Is really wonderful..." said, Mu Qinghuan shook his wrist, took off the earrings, and angrily threw them on the table.

As soon as she turned to leave, Feng Cheng held her waist and continued to analyze word by word. "Or, the earrings were found by the eyewitness and then picked up, but they were not lost in the hands of the murderer..."

Smell speech, Mu Qinghuan this just a little satisfied.

"After Yang ChuChu's accident, you were also in the underground garage. Do you remember what was wrong?" Feng Cheng holds Mu Qinghuan's shoulders to question.

What's wrong... Of course!

Earrings, car keys

Yang ChuChu's intimate objects appear on her muqinghuan!

No one feels more terrible than Mu Qinghuan!

"I don't remember... I just don't remember! Don't ask me again A panic, Mu Qinghuan looked at the earring again.

"I believe you." No one trusts Mu Qinghuan more than Fengcheng.

If she likes him, he can take the initiative to send him to the door. There is no need to use this abnormal method

before dawn.

Mu Qinghuan and Zhang Tutu used to sleep in the same room, but in the middle of the night, Mu Qinghuan put on his clothes and went out alone.

Fengcheng has been guarding the door, see Mu Qinghuan suddenly go out, then followed in the past.

Mu Qinghuan drives to Yang ChuChu's underground garage

After standing for a while, Mu Qinghuan went to Yang ChuChu's apartment.

To be exact, she went to the top floor of Yang ChuChu's apartment.

There, on the top floor, is an open space.

When Fengcheng chased the top floor, from a distance, I saw Mu Qinghuan standing on the roof.

"Mu, Qing, Huan!" Seal the city and shout.

Mu Qinghuan did not respond.

She looks very upset

"Mu Qinghuan, tell me, what's the matter with you?" From behind suddenly hugged Mu Qinghuan, Fengcheng only feel the heart for her pain.

Found that Mu Qinghuan look trance, holding two car keys, Fengcheng suddenly realized that Mu Qinghuan has serious sleepwalking.

If they didn't live together, Fengcheng would never have found this.

"Closing the city?" Her body was shaken. Mu Qinghuan's eyes, with deep fear, fell into his arms. "It's all my fault. It's my carelessness that makes the child die in his stomach..."