Chapter 186

Night Yufan follows up, frowns and wonders, "what are you looking for?"

Seeing jijing'an's big palm scraping around on Chen Zifeng's face, I don't know what he's busy with. I'm confused.

The man's long black eyes were urgently frozen in the part under his inspection, silent.

Probably thinking about key issues, ye Yufan didn't continue to ask questions wisely.

Knowing his temperament, he is rebellious and does not eat hard and soft.

If he didn't want to talk, she would never be able to pry open his mouth and take words out of it.

Ji Jing'an took back his big hand with distinct bones, gently took off the contaminated gloves and accurately threw them into the white trash can in the corner of the wall. His face was calm, his eyes fixed on Chen Zifeng's body on the bed, glanced calmly for a few seconds, then turned to ye Yufan and asked calmly, "I just checked it carefully. His face is real. He hasn't had a full face. Are there any other recognizable features on him? For example, moles on the soles of his feet, black spots on his skin and so on."

In this narrow and quiet house, the two stood opposite each other, less than half a step apart.

Night Yufan raised his eyes slightly, glanced at the man with clear breath and elegant posture in front of him, blurted out, "there is an egg sized birthmark on his right waist, which is purplish red."

When Chen Zifeng cajoled her into celebrating the third anniversary of her love in the presidential suite of the Hilton Hotel, she didn't feel a raised birthmark on the back of the man who slept with her, so she felt cold in her heart.

Because she knew that the man who possessed her innocence was not Chen Zifeng at all.

Later, it turned out that there was someone else. It was Chen Zifeng who paid a cowherd to insult her.

Those humiliating things have been over for half a year, but yeyufan can still recall them clearly as if they had just happened yesterday.

It was from that humiliating night that her life began to break away from the inherent track and run all the way towards disillusionment and despair.

Until finally, Chen Zifeng died.

Those bloody scars seem to have healed long ago, but when you stretch out your hand to tear the scabby part, there will still be some slight pricking pain, which can not be completely smoothed and wiped away without trace.

"I remember clearly." Jijing'an opened his mouth with a cold look, with a trace of anger and an unknown taste of food.

Ye Yufan was sweating when he heard his voice.

Between husband and wife, eat and live together and sleep in the same bed. Isn't it normal to know that chenzifeng has a strange birthmark?

Shit, even the vinegar of the dead. This man is so stingy and black!

With long eyelashes blinking, ye Yufan didn't have the courage to argue with him about right and wrong, and quickly changed the topic with a smile. "Brother Han said just now that there was only five minutes, would you please check it quickly? After checking, send him to the cemetery, and I've finished a business."

At this point, she stretched her waist, covered her mouth, yawned a little, and said faintly, "I'm so sleepy. I'm still waiting to finish my work and go home to make up for my sleep."

"Home to where?" Ji Jing'an looked at her. Jun's face was cold, but his dark eyes were full of a touch of secret love.

Yeyufan smiled softly, "of course it's your apartment."

Her face trembled quickly, and her heart was frozen in the cold, bright and beautiful face.

He closed his beautiful pale thin lips tightly, and his face was expressionless. Except for a little short breath, his mood was not exposed at all, so people couldn't see what he was thinking.

keep the countenance.

Ye Yufan stood in front of him and looked up at him. After looking at him for about ten seconds, he still didn't notice any change in his expression. He couldn't see whether he was happy or unhappy about her words. After thinking about it, he slowly put on a sincere smile at the corners of his mouth, "Jijing'an, you know, in fact, it's my greatest luck to meet you when I'm most helpless and depressed!"

Communication is the most important between two people.

She thought so in her heart that she was willing to be honest with him.

After Chen Zifeng's betrayal and death, she suddenly woke up. Being honest with each other is the most important and key link to manage their small days well.

Immediately, she realized that she had quickly substituted herself into the identity of "Mrs. Ji" in the future, switched freely, and could not help but spit on herself in shame at the bottom of her heart.

Bah, are you crazy to marry him?

Don't forget, he hasn't officially proposed to you yet.

Ye Yufan was talkative and didn't know which words moved Jijing Anmo's nerves. He raised his hand and put his slender and good-looking fingers on her pink lips, gently rubbed them left and right, and said in a dumb voice, "remember, never betray me!"

Otherwise

Ye Yufan doesn't understand why he always emphasizes this sentence to her, but at present, the atmosphere is harmonious and harmonious. She won't be foolish to break the casserole and ask the end, smiling and nodding at the man, "yes, I got it."

Ji Jingan's black eyes, which sank into the cold pool, suddenly burst into a ray of dazzling starlight. Her eyes were solidified. Then she put on a pair of clean transparent plastic gloves again, bent down, turned over Chen Zifeng on the bed, opened her brown coat and looked at the back of her waist.

Yeyufan's eyes fell in the past.

As far as the eye could see, it was an oval purplish red birthmark, the size of an egg, with correct ends, which was exposed in the waist of Chenzi maple.

Ye Yufan took a breath and said definitely, "it's him."

There is no doubt that the dead man must be Chen Zifeng, such as fake.

"Yes." Jijing'an nodded faintly and looked at the feature that confirmed the identity of Chen Zifeng. His eyes were as open as a field. After waiting for a few seconds, he said, "you can send them to cremation."

As if he had timed the time, Han Yuanchuan pushed open the door and walked in steadily. Lang Sheng said, "all the staff of Fanfan and Jing'an are ready. They will be cremated immediately and sent to the cemetery for burial in half an hour."

This time, no one raised any objection.

At the same time, the garden platform on the top floor of a luxury villa.

The spring is bright and beautiful, and a large number of precious flowers are blooming, colorful and fragrant.

In the expensive sofa and lounge chair, there was a tall and straight mature man with a handsome face, a hook on the corners of his mouth, and an unspeakable evil charm.

He wore an iron gray suit with a dark red hand-made shirt, with an elusive smell of cold.

One hand shakes most of the red wine in the glass, and the other hand slides the mobile phone keyboard flexibly.

The evil eyes like poisonous snakes, staring at the photos and videos on the screen, are all pictures of Ji Jing'an holding a woman kissing at the door of the crematorium. His eyes shrink, the cold light suddenly appears, and his mood is capricious.

Put the tip of your tongue into the wine, gently touch it, taste it, and immediately forward these things to another person.

Staring at the prompt of success, the mature man smiled elegantly and proudly.