Chapter 870

But Ying Hannian was a Hun. His grandfather ordered him by playing chess. He said, "well, I didn't know Dad would sit on my bed waiting for me. If I had known, I would have entered from the door. I climbed the window at the risk of my life, not afraid to disturb Dad

Rest. "

My father was so angry that he cut an apple into a plate of applesauce

Later, the number of times Ying Hannian disobeyed Yang Fengyin was more, so his father was too lazy to talk about it. He turned a blind eye to it, and finally Ying Hannian moved back to his room, and he didn't mention it any more.

Thinking about the pregnancy, the smile on Lin Yi's face unconsciously increased. She looked at the clusters of eggplants in front of her and said, "I think I'm really happy now."

Ying Hannian glares at her.

"Family health, family harmony, nothing better than this."

She said with emotion, especially after meeting Jiang Qixing and Mu Xiaxi today, she felt that it was not easy for her to sit here happily with Ying Hannian and eat the most common garlic eggplant.

"Why do you feel so suddenly?"

Should cold year ask.

"That is to say, I will cherish you in the cold year."

Lin Yi said with a smile, picked up a piece of Eggplant and sent it to his lips. Ying Hannian lowered his head to hold it, bit it on the tip of her chopsticks, and stared at her with black eyes. "Remember to keep your word."

"Of course I mean what I say."

Not everyone in the world is happy.

She can feel that Mu Xiaxi doesn't really want to marry Lian Hao. She can even feel that Mu Xiaxi is not indifferent to Jiang Qixing, but so what? From Mu Xiaxi's standpoint, there are several people who can come out

Therefore, happiness is hard won, she should double treasure is.

With this in mind, Lin Yi smiles at Ying Hannian, and her eyes are all inlaid with light. Ying Hannian feeds her, "you start to seduce me outside?"

“……”

Two people here you Nong I Nong, there is a quiet street, open the door of the car quietly stopped there, even not flameout.

In the alley, a group of people are fighting. Jiang Qixing is alone with the people. The steel pipe in his hand makes a harsh sound on the wall and lights up the fire.

Wang Zichang was so scared that he hid behind the bodyguards. He looked at the man wearing a mask in front of him in horror. He couldn't see his face clearly. He only saw that his eyes were more terrible than the evil spirits in hell.

"Bang."

He got a good blow on the head.

The lane was in a mess.

Fresh blood splashed on the wall.

The smell of blood spread.

Jiang Qixing, as if desperate, knocked people down one by one and opened a hole in his arm. Without frowning, he went straight to Wang Zichang.

Wang Zichang sat down on the ground and tried his best to retreat. He kept calling for help.

But Jiang Qixing came to him and the steel pipe fell heavily between his legs.

There was a scream of exhaustion in the alley.

……

The black car slowly drove into a quiet community and stopped at the bottom of a building.

Jiang Qixing was sitting in the car with a cigarette in his mouth. He leaned back. The steering wheel was covered with blood stains on his hands. The moonlight occasionally fell on his face. The bruises and blood stains on his face were too clear.

He just sat there, if it wasn't for the smoke in his mouth, it would be no different from being dead.

The night was gray.

There was a cigarette end in the ashtray of the car. He reached for it again and only touched an empty cigarette case.

Jiang Qixing suddenly gets annoyed. He fills the car with cigarettes. He can't find them, but he touches several bottles of liquor.

It was the housekeeper who told him to take a few bottles of good wine for dinner tonight. He took the car to the restaurant but forgot to take them out.

High rise, heavy curtains can not block the light inside.

The sound of water came from the bathroom.

Mu Xiaxi stood in the bathroom and let the water rush down, constantly washing her body and her face. The cold water slipped through her skin, making her shiver with cold, but her head was very clear.

Walking out of the bathroom, Mu Xiaxi stepped on the floor barefoot, wearing a bathrobe and wiping his wet hair.

Her house is one bedroom and one living room, with a total of only 70 square meters. She refused her brother's big house. She didn't want it, but she was afraid. She's afraid that the space she lives in is too big. She needs to make the space smaller and fill it up. This kind of behavior is like that she likes to take a bath with cold water. This kind of icy feeling makes her feel that she is still alive and can work hard to liveLive.

There is a small light in the room.

Mu Xiaxi sat down on the carpet beside his bed. There was a bunch of roses and a diamond necklace on the floor in front of him, which Lian Hao sent her back.

Next time, he said, it's time to give a ring.

Mu Xiaxi and Lian Hao don't know each other very well, but they played together when they were children. Lian Hao is a very gentle person with a gentle manner. Everything he says is just right, so it won't make people uncomfortable.

No one can be dissatisfied with such a man.

Mu Xiaxi was sitting there with wet hair, quietly looking at the fresh and tender roses in front of him. In a trance, a tall figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

Once when it was time to get off work, she went to the tea room to pour water and saw the man by the side of the road through the window.

He leaned in front of the car door, waiting quietly, with a cigarette in his mouth.

It's Jiang Qixing.

At that time, the coffee in her hand splashed her foot, and she was particularly embarrassed when she got off work.

Later, every time after work, she would go to the tea room to make a cup of coffee for herself. Without exception, she saw the figure by the window

Sometimes he stays short, sometimes he stays long.

It depends on whether she works overtime or not.

"Bang bang."

There was a sharp knock outside the door.

Mu Xiaxi is pulled back to reality and shrinks in fright. Since she suffered from family misfortune last year, she is not brave enough.

She stood up with a white face, took the mobile phone from the head of the bed, quickly dialed a series of numbers on it, and was ready to call immediately when something was wrong. She went to the living room and looked at the door with fear in her eyes.

Why does this man knock so loudly when there is a doorbell?

Mu Xiaxi walks to the door with her mobile phone and presses the screen beside the bright wall. The monitoring picture of the corridor in front of her door appears on the screen. The picture is a familiar face.

She stayed, the mobile phone fell on the ground did not care to pick up, quickly reached out to open the door, shocked to look at the man outside, "how did you do this?"

Jiang Qixing stood at the door with one hand against his forehead and against the wall. He didn't stand very straight. His whole body smelled of blood and wine. The two kinds of smell were intertwined, so strong that Mu Xiaxi frowned. Hearing her voice, Jiang Qixing slowly put down his hand, a pair of red eyes fixed to look at her, can't see what emotion, lips pursed, the blood of the corner of the mouth stick on it.