MTL - I’m Just This ‘Sue’-Chapter 42 The third villain (13)

The awkward atmosphere spread in Gong's villa, and the living room was silent for a while.

Gong Chengyi spoke hard, saying, "Dad, you are too old ..."

Gong Tian's face turned black: "What do you mean?"

Gong Chengxuan said cheekily: "Obviously my age and frontier are more suitable."

Gong Tian: "..." He didn't really think that Gong Chengxuan would have such a thought. Before, Gong Chengxuan paid more attention to the frontier, and even wanted to take care of the frontier. But at that time, Gong Tian It was only when Gong Chengxuan remembered the friendship that he knew at the time. He also thought that if this was the case, when he chased Bian Xun into his hands, Gong Chengxuan and Bian Xuan would get along well.

He didn't even think that Gong Chengxi was always thinking about how to rob someone from his father.

"How many times have you met with Bian Yan?" Gong Tian asked.

Gong Chengyi turned back to a crit: "You haven't seen him in all."

Gong Tian: "..."

Gong Chengyi's thoughts suddenly pulled back to the business, Gong Chengyi whispered: "Don't say this first, Dad, I have one more thing to tell you."

Gong Tian sat down calmly: "Say."

"I have a classmate named Lin Xuewen, do you remember? She came to me. It was her who called the police. She said ..." Gong Chengxi's face was a bit ugly, and he grinned: "She said she used to She was **** and almost lost her life. She also saw ... Bien. "Gong Chengxi's voice was dumb.

The look on Gong Tian's face suddenly retreated, and he was no longer able to see his emotions.

...

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Hang Qing couldn't guess how the police said that it was an insider and who it was. Bianmu is actually a very secretive person, otherwise he would not have been unharmed for so many years. Except for the year Bian Zheng was in jail, she did too much irrational work, and at other times she finished it cleanly.

Although he used to feel that these facts were too disgusting, he was too lazy to ask, but at this time ... but he couldn't.

Hang Qing called to his men who had been around for a long time.

"You should have read the latest news as well."

He smiled and said, "It's been more than ten years ago. What can those waste police officers find out? Please rest assured that the master will not be in trouble."

"Someone at the police reported it, saying it was an insider of the year."

Standing in a row of men in front of them, no smiles on their faces instantly, some people said in surprise: "How could anyone know to report? This ..." They looked at each other and immediately kneeled in front of Hang Qing He came down: "Master, it is impossible for someone among us to leak out."

In fact, Bianjia's men can be regarded as the most responsible men. Bianyu nest can not be found in Bianjia, they can hardly be nested in Bianjia. There's really no chance of leaking information. Besides, most of the people who can gather at the border home are not good people. They will send them to the police station unless they are crazy. Therefore, Hang Qing knew early in the morning that it was impossible for them to be among them.

"Do you remember any children who escaped during that time?" Hang Qing could only think about it. It all happened in Bianjia's house. Only two kinds of people may be insiders, one is the perpetrator and the other is the victim. Both sides of the frontier belong to the perpetrators. After they are eliminated, only the victims are left.

They glanced at each other and whispered, "... Yes, you brought that child out yourself."

Did he take it out himself?

Hang Qing searched for the memory belonging to the frontier, but at last he could not find anything.

"Do you know what the child's name is?"

"Here ... the people who entered here have no name."

At this moment, Hang Qing suddenly felt that he was burning the photos a little too fast, otherwise he could take the photos and let them recognize them. Now it looks like we can't find the target in advance. Hang Qing said faintly: "You go down."

The men bowed, and retreated.

Hang Qing unconsciously played with the teacup at hand, her brows gradually wrinkled. He was a little intrigued, and he didn't even notice when he was around. When Hang Qing lowered the empty tea cup, he turned around and caught a glimpse of Song Puzhi, who looked like a pillar.

Song Xunzhi stood upright and didn't know how long he had stood there. When it was discovered that Hang Qing was watching him, Song Xunzhi immediately changed his position to squatting, got to the side of Hang Qing's leg, smiled, and whispered, "Did you encounter any trouble? Have me Where can I work for you? "

Hang glanced at him, and didn't mean to hide: "Bianjia was probably dragged into the whirlpool ..."

"What about you?"

"Is there a finished egg under the nest cover? Of course, if the side family is pulled in, I will of course be inevitable."

"Is it because of those girls? Didn't the police make no progress?" Song Xunzhi also frowned, expressing his concerns about Hang Qing without reservation.

"An insider has reported it."

"Who is this person?" Song Xunzhi immediately asked, his dark eyes flashed a little bit of light inadvertently.

Hang Qing didn't notice this scene. He pushed the tea cup forward and kicked Song Xun's foot: "Go and make me a cup of tea."

Song Xunzhi cheerfully walked out holding the tea cup, and came back about ten minutes later. A pot of hot tea was held in his hand. He carefully poured tea for Hang Qing and whispered: Who is it? "

"Now anyone knows who it is, the police station doesn't know."

Song Xunzhi's eyes flashed: "It doesn't matter, it will always appear. If that person appears ..." Song Xunzhi stared at Hang Qing suddenly and said, "You leave this to me. Do it, please? "

"... Many people can do it."

Song Quanzhi leaned back on his leg again: "But not many like me can go back and forth for you."

"You said this line long ago."

Song Xunzhi blinked: "There are not many like me who are willing to warm you up."

Hang Qing: "..." With Song Quanzhi's temperament, they want to sleep together, and they can't figure out who will warm the bed.

However, Hang Qing also almost saw that Song Quanzhi's personality had already been shaped. If he wanted to set himself in a completely different direction, it would be tantalum. Hang Qing simply slackened: "Um."

Although a word was answered in his mouth, it was enough for Song Xunzhi, and the excited expression on his face couldn't be covered. He climbed up the pole and asked, "Is this a sign that you are letting go of me?"

Hang Qing didn't speak.

Song Quanzhi laughed himself: "This is enough, enough ..." Anyway, there is still to come. However, thinking of this, Song Quanzhi's eyes glanced over the gloomy light. It was for the future that he had to find out the person and deal with it as soon as possible. It doesn't matter what the Bian family is, but he doesn't want Bian Yan to follow in.

Hang Qing stood up and walked out with a tea cup in his hand. Not surprisingly, he saw Jin Mao again.

I don't know when it will start, as long as Song Xunzhi enters his bedroom, Jin Yong will inevitably wait outside. Fortunately, both of them have their own careers. One must go to the gallery during the day and the other must go to the company first, otherwise it will be difficult to stop.

"New painting." Jin Mao smiled and handed out the frame he held in his hand. The painting was much smaller and still covered with cloth.

Hang Qing nodded: "Put it in."

Jin Yan's face had a stronger smile, so he hugged the painting and went in.

Then Hang Qing didn't let anyone follow, he searched in the villa of Bianjia alone. Maybe you can search for the missing photos.

Bianjia is too big, this search is a night. And Hang Qing really found a lot of things. He returned to the bedroom with a somber face, carrying a large box in his hands, and his men firmly guarded the door of the bedroom, not even Song Jianzhi and Jin Mao. Jin Yan could only turn around to paint in the studio, but Song Xunzhi sat down outside the bedroom door, his men looked at each other, but after thinking about it, just sitting outside the door didn't seem to have any effect, and finally Go by him.

In the bedroom.

Hang Qing sat on the carpet and opened the box, then poured out the contents.

Several thick albums were covered with dust. There are also two diaries. There are also some dilapidated gadgets-missing daggers, electric shock sticks, blood-stained ropes, broken stones ... and a ring.

That ring was the wedding ring of Bianmu. And the rest of the gadgets, yes, are the tools of killing and torture by Bianmu. Hang Qing didn't expect that she could be so perverted, so she kept them all. These will undoubtedly become the future proof. Even if Bianmu died, there is no proof that it can be washed away!

Hang Qing closed his eyes, removed the suffocation from his eyes, and opened the diary.

Two diaries record the mental journey of Bianmu in different periods. The previous one was written when she was not married, and the text was full of gloom. She hated her parents in her notebook, and even frequently wrote things like hoping they would die. The style of the painting is too dark, and Hang Qing feels that he has been weighed with lead, without feeling much, it is heavy and uncomfortable.

Hang Qing was about to throw away the diary, and the wind came out of the window, and happened to turn the diary to the last few pages. Then Hang Qing saw at a glance the story of Bienmu recording her and Bizheng acquaintance. The style of Bianmu's painting changed suddenly, her text became lyrical and dreamy, and Bian was transformed into a character like a fairy tale prince in her diary.

Now elementary school student Mary Sue doesn't write like this.

Hang Qing suppressed the nausea in his heart, and quickly threw the diary into the box.

Then there is the second book. The front is the black heart mentality course, and even writes a lot of the desire of the edge mother to kill the edge sister. Hang Qing hurried over, and then he finally found what he wanted. Within a few pages, he saw the crime recorded by Bianmu.

Maybe every plot of murder and detective will have such an intimate villain, recording his own crime in detail. Of course, Hang Qing also knows that this behavior is psychologically based, and people with psychological abnormalities will most likely write down their crimes with a flaunting nature. Some were written, some were recorded, some were even recorded ... or even the victim's organs were made into specimens.

Hang Qing rubbed his forehead, forcing himself to feel uncomfortable and forced himself to look down. According to the habit of the mother, if a girl escapes, she will definitely record it to vent her dissatisfaction.

"... where will it be?"

Hang Qing looked a little bit flowery.

At this time, the sky was getting brighter and brighter. Seeing that the sun was about to rise, Hang Qing felt that his head was faint. He reached for the teacup and took a sip. It was cold ... Hang Qing felt more uncomfortable.

He stood up, moved his sore legs, and walked slowly to the door.

He reached out and opened the door.

On the outside sits a sculpture straight-Song Xunzhi.

When Song Quanzhi heard the movement, he almost rolled around and turned around, and stood upright: "I see your light is on all night ..."

"Go make me tea and bring some snacks."

The long-awaited maid was about to move, and Song Xunzhi drank her directly: "Don't move, I'll go."

The maid looked helplessly at Song Puzhi and then at Hang Qing.

"Let him go."

The maid couldn't tell whether this was to say she was still her, but Song Xunzhi had already strode downstairs first. Hang Qing turned and entered the bedroom. The door did not close again, but no one dared to follow in. Hang Qing didn't rush to sit back on the carpet. He walked to the small balcony first, took a breath of fresh air, and looked at the reddish horizon in the distance ...

The sound of footsteps gradually sounded in the room, and Hang Qing knew that Song Quanzhi had returned.

Just after Hang Qing turned around, Song Xunzhi took the coat and drew it on the spot.

It seems that Song Jianzhi originally wanted to cover him. Who knew he just turned around. Hang Qing raised his hand and waved his coat, and entered the bedroom. The bedroom was warm and even a little hot, of course, no coat was needed.

Song Jianzhi didn't mean to let go, he stood beside Hangqing coat.

Hang Qing picked up the hot tea poured on the table and took a sip, the temperature was just right. Song Quanzhi has always grasped his taste extremely accurately.

I have to say that this is too easy to impress Hang Qing.

For the sake of this, Hang Qing left him aside, and then he continued to pick up the diary and turned it back. Song Jianzhi stood there for a while, and found that Hang Qing didn't care much about him, so he sat down with his legs crossed, still holding Hang Qing's coat firmly in his arms.

Song Jianzhi felt a little sleepy, especially when he was holding the man's coat in his arms, he felt more comfortable and wanted to sleep over. But Song Xunzhi remembered Wu Qing under the eyes of Hang Qing. Bishop should have not slept all night. Thinking of this, Song Xunzhi couldn't sleep anymore, and his eyes widened, he couldn't help but stare at Hang Qing so tightly.

Hang Qing was completely immersed in the diary, and he was not aware of Song Jian's over-focused and scorching sight, which facilitated Song Jian's staring at him with impunity.

Broken hair in the forehead.

Green eyes slightly covered.

Straight nose bridge.

Curled eyelashes.

A part of the collarbone exposed from the shirt mouth ...

So lovely.

How can there be such beautiful people in the world?

Song Xunzhi could hardly suppress the restlessness in his heart.

At this time, Hang Qing finally found that record! His face was loose, and the folds between his eyebrows spread out instantly. Bianmu did mention the girl.

She wrote: Caught the wrong person, but it doesn't matter, no matter where she comes from, she can't go out when she enters the edge home. (February 5)

She ran away! Let her run away from the side! I shouldn't have left it to the side, this useless thing! I'm going to catch that girl, be sure to get it back, or it's over! (February 6)

Failing to find the little bitch, it is better to die on the road. (February 7)

Hang Qing frowned, quickly turning over several pages.

Fortunately, no one knows anything about Bianjia. For Ah Zheng, no one can find out what happened here. There are so many girls waiting for Ah Zheng to leave after he is out of prison. That little **** didn't die. However, she was dying in the hospital. I went to take a look ... Hehe, the doctor said that he might burn his brain. Her parents didn't find anything wrong and sent me out. I hope she will die like this. (February 22)

With a few keywords.

It was a girl who had a serious illness around February 22 sixteen years ago and was admitted to the hospital with a high fever. And the girl's family is likely to know her. Combined with what I said at the beginning, I caught the wrong person. Hang Qing suddenly thought that those traffickers were tied to the heads of Song Xunzhi and Jin Mao.

So wouldn't the Bian family's men have been foolishly tied to a wealthy child?

After all, girls with such parents are always dressed up more beautifully. It is also very possible for such a girl to be seen in the hands of his family.

Then this range can be narrowed.

Hang Qing was relieved. He changed his sitting position before feeling the weakness of his limbs, anxious to lie down like that.

Song Quanzhi suddenly came up and whispered, "Are you over?"

"Well. Clean it up."

The eyes of Song Xunzhi immediately lit a bright light. Bibian asked him to clean up? Did he count on his absolute trust?

Song Xunzhi knelt on the carpet, leaned over and packed up the scattered things. Although he was curious about what these were, Song Xunzhi knew that he shouldn't ask at this time, so don't ask, if Bian Yan would tell him, he would definitely say it. After finally getting the signs that the frontier was loose, Song Puzhi didn't want to destroy the present beauty at all.

"Aren't you going to deal with that? Now, give you some information, and you'll find out who that person is."

The light at the bottom of Song Xunzhi's eyes was brighter: "Yes, rest assured to me! No one would be more willing to do everything for you." He was so excited that the ending sounded slightly trembling.

Bian Yan summarized the information and told Song Xunzhi, then stood up and said, "Go out."

Song Quanzhi followed closely, but said, "I'll help you to put in the hot water first, soaking it will relieve fatigue."

"Well." Hang Qing really wanted to take a bath. Since Song Guanzhi was so caring, he let Song Quanzhi do it.

After Song Quanzhi put the water in, he didn't stay long. He closed the bathroom door for Hang Qing and then retreated.

Song Xunzhi went to prepare hot porridge. Of course not him to cook. It was done by the chef and he handed it over to the man. By the way, you can take the opportunity to open the bathroom door and look inside. He thought about the excuse.

In a matter of minutes, when Hang Qing soaked in warm water, the bathroom door suddenly opened.

Hang Qing barely raised his eyelids and looked towards the door. Song Quanzhi seemed to be standing there with a blushing face, and whispered: "Can't soak for too long, easy to faint, I'll help you."

Hang Qing did feel dizzy. He nodded and sat up against the edge of the bathtub.

The bottom of the bathtub was somewhat slippery, especially when Hang Qing's limbs were weak, he felt even slippery. Hang Qing tried twice, but eventually gave up. It is better to let Song Xunzhi help him up than to slip and fall in the bathtub.

"come."

Song Xunzhi walked over immediately, holding Hang Qing's arm in one hand. With support, Hang Qing felt more energetic under his feet. He supported the edge of the bathtub with his other hand and stood up. As he stood up, Song Quanzhi's movements also changed. He hugged Hang Qing's waist from behind, and then he became a support for Hang Qing's waist.

Hang Qing bubble bath is of course no longer wearing clothes.

Song Xunzhi's hand easily touched the smooth skin, and Song Xunzhi's heartbeat immediately rose. He swallowed his throat unconsciously and didn't know where to look.

Hang Qing stood straight and stepped out of the bathtub.

Song Xunzhi always looped around his waist without letting go.

When Hang Qing landed on the ground, he felt that Song Jianzhi was close to him, and at the same time he also felt Song Xianzhi's mighty lower body.

"Have you hug enough?" It was about staying up late and taking a bath for a while. Hang Qing's voice was a little hoarse and low, but at the same time he had an indescribable taste. Song Quanzhi shuddered and whispered, "Not enough."

Hang Qing: "..." is that he underestimates the degree of cheeky Song Songzhi too.

"release."

Because the instructions conveyed this time were neat and clear, Song Xunzhi actually let go. Hang Qing took two steps forward, and then felt that Song Jianzhi's gaze was betting on his ... ass.

Hang Qing once again had nothing to say.

Young people ...

Well, it is normal for a young man to desire, not to mention he is still the one Song Song loves?

Hang Qing quickly put on a bath towel, and Song Quanzhi's heavy breathing was only slightly relieved, but in spite of this, his mind was still the man's lingering flesh.

After Hang Qing walked out of the bathroom, he saw the seafood porridge on the table, and he was slightly warm.

Song Xunzhi followed and walked out with a smile, and said, "You eat?"

Hang Qing walked over to sit down, Song Xunzhi immediately followed and waited for Hang Qing to have breakfast. After breakfast, Hang Qing felt tired and dizzy.

"You go out." Hang Qing went to the bed.

Song Xunzhi did not hesitate and strode out. It was time for him to find the girl's information.

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The effect of staying up all night is relatively large. At least after Hang Qing lay down, even if he took sleeping pills, his mind was still full of various thoughts ... towards later they even evolved into pictures automatically.

Just then, Hang Qing faintly saw a strange picture from his mind.

He first saw a girl.

The girl was very young, wearing a little pink skirt, with a fair and lovely face, and was a kind of girl who was easy to flatter. But looking down, Hang Qing saw that the girl was tied up. The person who tied her was very heavy. The girl's waist and legs were tightly tied, and the exposed calves were even tied too much. Tight and some blood is not flowing. Then his vision widened further, and he saw the surrounding environment.

This is Bianjia.

After all, too familiar, Hang Qing recognized it at a glance.

Sight expanded again.

Then Hang Qing saw himself, oh no, it should be a frontier.

Younger brothers.

He was wearing black clothes and his face was cold, even his eyes were indifferent. His pale face was exuded with a thick and dark death gas, it was easy to think of a perverted murderer.

The little girl was crying, the child's cry was sharp and noisy, and the frown was frowning uncomfortably. He approached the girl and said coldly, "Damn noise source, I will kill you."

The little girl took a nap: "No, wow ... don't kill me ..."

He frowned and tightened as he frowned.

Hang Qing's heart tightened unconsciously.

He had no doubt that Bien would really kill the girl.

At this moment, the faint gaze changed faintly. He looked at the girl's gaze from unbearable and disgusting slowly to doubtful and indifferent, and finally his eyes fell into silence.

The girl was so scared of her gaze that she cried several times as if she were going to pass out.

By this time, Hang Qing was also puzzled, why did Bian Ling not kill her?

Tolerating this time has not yet started, it can be shown that Bian Yan will not kill her.

"Go." Bien suddenly took out his small knife and cut the rope.

The girl stopped crying and sat there blankly, as if she didn't know what to do.

He frowned and pulled her off the chair, then pushed out the door roughly. There were no guards outside the door, and Bien easily took the girl out. They walked all the way to the gate, and Bian took the girl into a car, and the car quickly drove out, getting farther and farther ...

When he was on the side of the highway, Bien threw the girl down.

The girl stood there blankly and watched the car go.

Hang Qing was also at a loss, why did Bian Yan do this? Did Bibian do this?

Bian Yan's face shook in the sight of Hang Qing, but Hang Qing could still see the coldness and indifference of Bian Yan's face ... Hang Qing suddenly understood something. At that time, Bian Biao was still young, and it was not the period when he was cruel and perverted in the later period. Letting go of the girl was probably the only good thought left by Bian Biao. Since then, Bibian has never been kind ...

Bian's mother strangled the Bian with good intentions, and then taught a lunatic who ignored life and regarded humans as toys.

After that Bianyu returned to the villa, she encountered Bian mother going crazy.

The young mother-in-law had a haggard face and a sickly paleness on her face. She yelled wildly and smashed the things at her hand hysterically. After waiting for him to enter the door, Bianmu smashed the vase at hand.

Bian Biao did not hide, looking at Bian Mu with an admiring look.

The "click" vase was cracked, and blood oozed from his head, his arms, his neck, and his cheeks ...

But he stood still upright.

Bianmu scolded and scolded for a long time, vented enough, and then gathered her sleepiness, and led a girl upstairs. Bianyu stood in the broken pieces of porcelain and stood for a long time. When Bianmu was completely silent, then someone dared to carry the medicine box forward ...

The picture gradually turned dark, and Hang Qing slept heavily.

Hang Qing slept into the afternoon unconsciously, he struggled from the quilt, and then noticed that there was a missed call from Gong Tian and Gong Chengxi on the mobile phone. Out of politeness, Hang Qing called back the past, but first called back Gong Tian.

"Why don't you answer the phone all the time?" Gong Tian said hurriedly at the other end, but after speaking, he seemed to notice that his tone didn't seem to be very good, so Gong Tian added another sentence: "Sorry I am too I'm worried about you, so I was in a hurry. "

"It's okay ... is there anything wrong?"

"Can you come to the police station?" Gong Tian's tone was serious, and with two points of seriousness, he couldn't help but think that something had happened.

"Okay, I'll come over later." Hang Qing hung up. Could it be that the insider who reported the case has been found?

Hang Qing got up and washed her face, changed her sobriety, and then changed into clothes and went out.

The content of that dream was still lingering in his mind.

It stands to reason that most people's dreams will not be remembered after waking up. However, Hang Qing found that his memory was exceptionally clear. Is it because of the golden fingers obtained after the brain memory area was specially developed?

Hang Qing had to say that the dream still helped.

That is probably the memory deep in the memory that belongs to the frontier, but that kind of good deed has become a shame to the frontier who has been completely blackened, so he buried that memory deeply, When Hang Qing took over the body, he couldn't find it, but it was the diary that awakened the index of the deep memory ... and thus had such a dream to restore the memory of the edge.

Hang Qing put the complex thoughts in his heart first, and then called the driver to the police station.

On the way, Hang Qing returned a call to Gong Chengzhen.

After receiving the call, Gong Chengxuan's response was similar to that of Gong Tian, ​​and he thought that something had happened to Hang Qing.

"You're all right!" Gong Chengxi breathed a sigh of relief, then suddenly said: "Bianxi, you come to the police station, I have something to tell you."

He did not call Hang Qing as Mr. Bian. Hang Qing was still a little surprised, and it was strange to hear Gong Chengyi's tone. What happened to the father and son? They have nothing to say to him.

"I'm coming soon," Hang Qing said.

Gong Chengxuan suddenly lost his voice: "My dad told you in advance that you came to the police station?"

"Yep."

Gong Chengyi was silent on the other side and asked, "... Do you like my father?"

The scope of the topic turning was too great. At that moment, Hang Qing thought he had heard it wrong, or that Gong Chengyi said it wrong ...

Seeing Hang Qing's silence, Gong Chengxi at the other side whispered: "You can also consider me, I have no other advantage, I believe no matter what you say." Gong Chengxi bit out word by word After this passage.

Hang Qing: ……………………

He was almost messy in the wind.

What's wrong with each of these?

Are you lining up?

Is this trend?

And do they know how old he is?

Only Gong Tian is a few years older than him.

Hang Qing really did not know what to say, and simply hung up.

Gong Chengzhang at the other end was not frustrated. It took him a long time to lower his arm holding his mobile phone, and then looked at the desk in front of him, repeating lowly: "I have no other advantage, no matter what you say Believe. "His voice was too low, as if speaking to himself.

After a while, Gong Chengxi suddenly stood up, and strode over to the gate of the police station.

Who knew that Gong Tian had already prepared, and waited for Gong Chengxuan to just walk over and take a look.

His dad was standing at the door, with a cigarette in his hand, just like a waiter's posture.

Both wanted to go together, they both wanted to receive Hang Qing as soon as possible.

Gong Tian stood on the left, and Gong Chengyi stood on the right without hesitation.

Gong Tian noticed his appearance and glanced at him coldly: "What are you running out of? Go back!"

"I don't." Gong Chengxun not only did not move, but stood upright.

The security guards inside couldn't help looking at the father and son, and felt that the wind was blowing. Why didn't they sit in the office and have to stand at the door? Are you going to pick up a big man?

Big man Hang Qing's car finally arrived at this moment.

He came down from the car.

Gong Tian and Gong Chengxuan stared at him at the same time.

They invariably overlapped the look of Hang Qing with the look they had seen for the first time.

Men in black suits still look like teenagers. They have good facial features and are as beautiful and pitiful as pure girls.

It's such a gentle, smart, kind-hearted person ... How could it be Lin Xuewen's mouth? Gong Tian and Gong Chengxi laughed at the same time in their hearts.

……impossible!