Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 863 Marriage First, Love Later (2)

"Really? My husband, I don't know why, but I'm always a little worried."

While folding the clothes, Ni Xiuping was worried, "Why did you leave so suddenly? Don't we live well here?"

Qiu Qizhong on the phone didn't speak.

Ni Xiuping thought that he was upset after hearing this, so she said hastily, "All right, all right, I understand, let's go."

"Husband, don't worry, everything has been arranged for me and Xiaowei, and I'm just waiting for your order."

"That's about the same." On the phone, Qiu Qizhong's voice hummed coldly.

"By the way, how is Xiaowei's grades recently? Did he rank last in the class again?!"

"No, no, husband, Xiaowei recently went to make up lessons, and his grades have improved a lot. This time, he passed all subjects in the midterm exam."

"Passed? Just passed?! It took me so much money to pass?!"

Ni Xiuping was so frightened by his suddenly amplified voice that she dared not speak, and even shook her hands.

For some reason, she suddenly felt extremely flustered, and felt a chill behind her back.

Looking back abruptly, he realized that it was Xiaowei who had just fallen asleep, was standing behind her in pajamas, rubbing his eyes.

"Mom." He seemed to be awakened by her voice, and the voice was very low.

Ni Xiuping hurriedly touched his little head, "Xiaowei is good, it's dad who called, do you want to talk to dad?"

Xiaowei thought about it and nodded.

Ni Xiuping then handed over the phone.

Xiaowei began to sit on the chair, talking softly to his father on the phone.

Not knowing exactly what was said on the phone, Xiaowei seemed to become more silent, lowered his head, and hummed twice from time to time.

Time flies, and it is almost twelve o'clock.

Xiaowei just hung up the phone and returned the phone to Ni Xiuping.

While Ni Xiuping was busy packing and folding clothes, she asked him, "Xiaowei, how are you talking with Dad?"

Xiaowei shook his head, obviously depressed.

He was stupid and was always scolded by his father, which made him extremely sad.

Ni Xiuping was probably aware of this too, so without further ado, she hurriedly hugged him to bed.

While singing a lullaby to him, while watching the torrential rain outside the window, for some reason, the worries in my heart began to become more and more serious.

Now, on the other side.

Under the flickering light of the chandelier, Qiu Qizhong lowered his head and was hung on the lamp by the extremely sharp steel rope.

The steel rope cut his throat and sank deep into his aorta, blood spurting out.

The already cold blood had already soaked the ground, and even flowed into the corner of the TV cabinet beside it.

His eyes were closed, his limbs showed no signs of struggle, only his feet were bare, floating in mid-air, the blood flowing from his neck flowed along his body to his feet little by little, and then dripped to the ground.

The sound of wind, rain, and slapping on the windows outside was all very clear in the silent room at this time.

The smell of blood in the air permeated, rich and depressing.

And under that cold corpse, at this moment, a hand wearing a black glove threw a chair to the ground.

And his mobile phone was quietly placed on the coffee table.

Everything is extremely cold and silent.

At the scene, there was no trace left, only the cold corpse was shaking slightly.

(End of this chapter)