Chapter 1493

Sang Liangjie stretched out his little finger, and there was a reddish scar on the belly of the finger, which had healed.

"Where's the Band-Aid?" Ye Qingqing asked.

"I threw it away when I got wet in the shower at night. It's just a small hole. It's fine without a Band-Aid." Sang Liangjie didn't think so. He wouldn't have used a Band-Aid if it wasn't for that pretty girl's embarrassing look.

Lu Mo looked thoughtful and asked, "Is that the girl who must bandage the Band-Aid for you?"

"Yes, the girl was very sorry. She wanted to send me to the hospital to treat the wound, but I refused. It happened that she brought a band-aid, so she used it." Sang Liangjie said.

"Apart from this girl, have you ever had physical contact with anyone else?" Lu Mo asked again.

Sang Liangjie shook his head, "She is the only stranger, and she will have dinner with teachers and classmates later, so there should be no problem."

"It's that stinky woman, cousin, don't you know how to draw? Draw that stinky woman." Ye Qingqing patted her thigh, confirming that the beautiful girl was the murderer behind the scenes.

Sang Liangjie looked hesitant, "It shouldn't be, that girl looks so innocent, how could she be a bad person?"

Just touching his hand makes her blush, she dare not look at people when she speaks, and she is so petite, people can't help but want to take care of her, such a beautiful girl, how can she be a bad person?

Sang Liangjie didn't want to believe anything, he trusted his intuition even more.

Ye Qingqing saw the clue, and asked directly: "Cousin, you don't fall in love with that stinky woman at first sight, do you?"

Sang Liangjie's expression was very strange, and he was very protective of the girl, obviously tempted.

"No... I don't even know her name, I just don't think it's possible, she looks more harmless than a little white rabbit." Sang Liangjie blushed, his eyes dodged.

Of course it's not love at first sight, but it's true that he has a crush on that girl, maybe if they meet again, he will...

Knowing the son is like the father, Sang Huaiyuan knew that his son was tempted at a glance, and scolded: "Which bad guy would put malice on his face? He usually pretends to be innocent and harmless to deceive idiots like you. Hurry up and paint that woman." come out."

Bystanders knew that he had the same opinion as Ye Qingqing and the others, that the strange girl was the murderer, wishing he could slap his stupid son awake, who was about to be killed, yet he actually helped her speak.

Sang Huaiyuan usually doesn't get angry easily, but once he gets angry, he will always say the same thing. Sang Liangjie dare not disobey, and draws the girl as soon as he gets home. His painting was taught by Sang Huaiyuan himself, but Sang Huaiyuan taught everyone his skills. Profound, even if he is not the mayor, he can do better with his painting skills.

Judging from the portrait, the girl is really pretty, with a melon-seeded face, small cherry mouth, Emei almond eyes and a slender nose, and a slim figure. No wonder Sang Liangjie is attracted to her.

"Cousin, you didn't hide anything, did you?" Ye Qingqing asked intentionally.

Sang Liangjie blushed again, "No, that's what I drew, but she is more aura in person, so I can't draw it."

Ye Qingqing snorted softly, and couldn't help being sarcastic, "That's not spiritual energy, it's murderous energy. If you die under a peony flower, even being a ghost is flirtatious. Cousin, don't be like this idiot!"

Although she knew that Sang Liangjie would push Nianci because she was controlled by others, she still felt uncomfortable, and it was even worse if she didn't say a few words.

Sang Huaiyuan said seriously: "Qingqing is right, don't be confused, there is no difference between good and bad."

Sang Liangjie hung his head in shame, not daring to defend himself, but he still felt in his heart that that girl must not be a bad person.

Continue tomorrow!

(End of this chapter)

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