Black fans and idols are married

Chapter 827 I'm Not A Murderer 10
"Er Gou, it's okay for boys to say... For Cuihua, are you sure that your daughter will not beat you in the future?"

Sheng Yize persuaded him earnestly, hoping that An Xiaxia would change his mind.

An Xiaxia deliberately frightened him: "That's Ruhua."

At that moment, Sheng Yize's expression was indescribably wonderful.

... There are wives and adults at home with a special aesthetic series√

"Okay, I'm just kidding you." An Xiaxia couldn't help laughing, she pulled her wound, and grinned in pain, "My brother's name is Coke, and my sister's name is Qixi~ how about it~"

Sure enough, it is a name that only foodies can come up with...

Sheng Yize was afraid that she would be called fried chicken and pig's trotters again, so he made a final decision: "Good name! Coke and Qixi are the only ones!"

When the whole family heard it, they thought it was very catchy, and even caught An Xiaxia to praise him.

Little Coke and Little Qixi in the incubator continued to sleep.
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After the family dispersed, An Xiaxia only mentioned what happened that day with lingering fear.

"Song Shi...how is it?"

Sheng Yize put her hand under the quilt, and said vaguely: "I was killed by someone. The preliminary judgment is that an acquaintance committed the crime."

Song Shi's skills are still good, but he only has that fatal wound on his body. Unless he is someone he knows, the murderer can't get it so easily.

"Who did it, haven't you found it?"

Sheng Yize shook his head: "Go to sleep, don't think so much."

"I can't sleep..." An Xiaxia looked at him pitifully. Sheng Yize couldn't bear it. After thinking about it, he rolled onto the bed, lay down beside her, and acted as a human robot with a tablet, brushing An Xiaxia's Weibo. Bo see.

Swiping over the popular Weibo, An Xiaxia still didn't feel sleepy, and shouted, "See if there is any topic."

Sheng Yize clicked on the topic column. The city set for An Xiaxia's account was Yucheng. A message in the local topic caught An Xiaxia's attention.

"The Murder Case of the President's Wife in the Prosperous Age".

Such a gimmicky name attracted a large crowd of onlookers.

Sheng Yize frowned and clicked in. Inside was a report posted by a trumpet, claiming that he saw the wife of the president of Shengshi kill someone, but the local police did nothing and instead covered up the murderer.

Not only broke the news, but the person also condemned indignantly that people can have no money, but they can't have no quality; the president of Shengshi was asked to come out and give everyone an explanation; in the end, he said that he was afraid of being threatened, and this Weibo would be deleted immediately.

The ability of the people who eat melons is still very powerful, and soon someone will pick it up.

Someone hacked into the island's police system and obtained photos of Song Shi's tragic death.

What excited everyone the most was the photo of Sheng Yize pointing a gun at someone.

Although his face was blurry, but that figure, that demeanor, who else could it be but him!

"How could this be..." An Xiaxia said angrily, "This is obviously a confuse of black and white! Distorting the facts!"

"I know." A hint of danger flashed across Sheng Yize's eyes.

Before he could make a move, the other party couldn't hold back, trying to use the pressure of public opinion to crush him and An Xiaxia?

Hehe, dreaming!
He sat up, and An Xiaxia asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"

"You helped me tear Rong Che up before, but now, I'll tear it up for you!" Sheng Yize lazily, as if he had found something fun, got out of bed and borrowed a few mobile phones and computers, and started crackling. word.

An Xiaxia was extremely curious, but she couldn't get out of bed due to physical reasons, her heart was scratching like a cat's paw: "What's wrong with you? Let me see..."

(End of this chapter)