How can the president be fierce

Chapter 215 Dead... Dead...? (three more)

Qing Xiaomo shook her head, and when she lowered her head, she realized that she had accidentally dropped the lychee shell on Liang Musheng's document, leaving several sticky marks.

It's too bad, Liang Musheng will definitely be angry again when he finds out later.

Hastily pulled out a paper towel and began to wipe carefully, but the more you wiped, the dirtier it became...

……

After finally tossing Liang Musheng's documents, he just settled down and wrote a few hundred words when he received a call from Xuanxuan. The woman was talking incoherently on the phone, but she couldn't catch it after listening several times.

Following the address she gave, she checked the house number again and again, and then knocked on the door tentatively.

After a few seconds, a woman's voice with a strong nasal voice came from inside: "Who?"

"I."

As soon as she finished speaking, the door was opened, and Xuan Xuan's small face cried into a little cat again, standing there trembling.

Qing Xiaomo walked in angrily: "What do you want me to come here in a hurry? You don't want me to cook for that scumbag for you, do your laundry and clean up?"

Even if you don't know how to cook or mop the floor, you shouldn't cry yourself into such a virtue, right?
As soon as I threw the bag on the sofa, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a puddle of red liquid spreading on the floor.

"What's this?"

She tilted her head curiously, walked around the sofa, and as she walked, her raised right foot suddenly stopped in midair.

A second later, she suddenly screamed and staggered back a few steps.

Behind the sofa, Qingcheng, who was only wearing a men's shirt, fell to the ground motionless, her loose chestnut curly hair was soaked in bright red blood, it was shocking!
"I did not do it on purpose……"

Xuanxuan seemed to be afraid that she would run away, so she held on to her sleeve tightly: "She was the one who humiliated me first, and hit me first... I don't know why she bumped into the coffee table, help me!" I……"

Qing Xiaomo stood there blankly, her brain was buzzing, and the eerie cold air spread all the way up her spine, freezing her limbs and bones.

Xuanxuan shook her desperately with tears in her eyes: "Don't just be in a daze! What should we do? Or...how about I go buy a bag and let's bury her? Huh...I don't want to go to jail, I still So young, help me..."

After a few minutes, Xuanxuan's helpless and terrified voice seemed to pass through a thick diaphragm and reach her ears.

She moved her cold and stiff fingers, and swallowed hard: "Dead... dead...?"

Xuanxuan hid behind her, wiping the tears and snot all over her face, her body was still trembling: "I must be dead, didn't you see so much blood?"

Qing Xiaomo pushed her away and stepped forward tentatively, a pool of scarlet blood had already accumulated on the ground.

She looked dizzy for a while, and something in her stomach was churning crazily.

Gritting her teeth to resist the discomfort, she slowly moved forward, testing Qingcheng's breath with trembling fingertips...

Xuanxuan held her breath and stared at her without blinking: "What, how? Is it... dead?"

Qing Xiaomo closed her eyes, and as soon as her nerves relaxed, the little bit of strength left in her body disappeared, and she sat beside her weakly: "I still have energy, call 120."

As soon as the words fell, the sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor suddenly came from the half-covered door.

The man's voice was deep and calm: "You will send the contract to Mr. Wen in person in a while, and bring it back after he signs it himself."

"Yes, Mr. Mu."

Xuanxuan didn't know what to think, she stopped calling 120, turned around and rushed to lock the door.

(End of this chapter)