Chapter 720

But she didn't believe that Zhao Xinning committed suicide.

After shaking for hours, she suddenly responded.

Immediately began to pack things, planning to go abroad overnight.

But she did not expect, just out of the door, they were detained.

A steady footstep sounds, Han Jiaqing shivering to see the people.

"Less Young master... " Han Jiaqing's face was pale, not a bit pleased, but felt extremely frightened.

Mu Beiting looked at her from a commanding position. He bent his lips and flashed a pair of evil sycophants: "afraid of me?"

With tears in her eyes, Han Jiaqing shook her head crazily: "no No

Mu Beiting sneered and looked at Shangwen and said, "have you found out?"

"She said nothing

Mu Beiting knew: "the bone is so hard..."

Inexplicable gloom and panic covered Han Jiaqing's whole body and made her shiver.

Mu Beiting squatted down and looked straight at her: "I only asked once if you told Zhao Xinning that she was pregnant at night."

Han Jiaqing raised her eyes and looked at his eyes. The dark pupils were like two whirlpools, like two dragons hidden.

"Young master I was wrong I really know wrong! I'll never dare! No more! " Han Jiaqing knelt on the ground, banging his head, as if he didn't know the pain.

Not long after, Han Jiaqing's head on the knock out a lot of blood.

Shangwen moves a chair to Mu Beiting. After Mu Beiting sits down, he raises his legs gracefully and looks at her indifferently.

Han Jiaqing is very frightened. The more Mu Beiting doesn't speak, the more frightened she is.

In the end, I cried out: "I know I was wrong Young master, I really know that I was wrong Please spare my life! I don't dare to do it again! "

Mu Beiting slightly motioned, Shangwen lost the dagger to her.

Mu Beiting warm voice open: "which hand to call Zhao Xinning?"

Han Jiaqing shivered, her eyes flushed and her breath was heavy.

She followed him since childhood and knew his temperament.

Picking up the dagger gently, tears rolled down in a string, slowly raised the dagger, but did not dare to fall.

A few seconds later, the dagger fell to the ground.

Han Jiaqing knelt and rubbed forward, holding on to Mu Beiting's trouser legs: "young master, I'm just not reconciled. I'm not willing to let that woman get your favor. I don't dare any more! I swear, I'll never dream again! I will roll, I will roll far away, you let me die, I will never come back! "

Mu Beiting's thin lips and tiny hook are somewhat cruel.

He glared at her coldly and said, "it's late."

Words down, Shangwen picked up the dagger, pulled out her right hand, and stabbed it down.

Han Jiaqing uttered a heartrending scream. Her face was as white as paper, and her sweat, big as beans, fell down and soaked her hair.

The dagger was nailed to the wooden floor of the warehouse, surrounded by dark red blood.

Han Jiaqing can't even cry, and her other hand is holding the wrist of the hand that is being watched. She is very sad.

Mu Beiting is not anxious, light way: "the mouth should always be closed, so as not to gossip."

Infinite fear filled Han Jiaqing's heart. She shook her head desperately and closed her mouth.

Shangwen will turn back and have a bowl of medicine soup in his hand.

Shang Wen put it in front of her.

Han Jiaqing stares at the medicine soup and shakes her head madly.

Mu Beiting bent his lips, and his eyes were cold. He said in a warm voice, "cut off your tongue or drink it yourself. You can choose one."