Pampering cool and thin beloved wife

Chapter 164 I also have a merman line (2)
"Yunshang, what did Mom tell you just now?" Jiang Muchen supported the sink with one hand and an electric toothbrush with the other, and looked at her with a deep smile: "Why are you suddenly obedient and want to drink soup?"

"No..." Jian Yunshang blushed, rinsed her mouth quickly, and fled out of the bathroom.

Jiang Muchen felt a gust of wind blowing past his ears, and the little girl beside him had disappeared.

After brushing my teeth carefully, I washed my face thoroughly.After carefully wringing out the towel and registering, an inexplicable hot feeling suddenly rose from the soles of the feet and rushed straight to the forehead.Looking up into the mirror, his whole body seemed to be extremely red.

Jian Mei frowned, rinsed his mouth cleanly, threw away the bathrobe and turned on the shower.

Ice-cold water was poured over the head, and the remaining rationality instantly recovered, and the mind was clear.

I don't know what was added to the soup, but I hope Jian Yunshang doesn't respond after drinking it.After speeding up the rush, when I went out, the headlights in the bedroom had been turned off, leaving only an orange wall lamp on by the bedside.

Jian Yunshang curled up under the quilt, revealing her delicate face, with a coveted pink color.

Jiang Muchen hesitated in his footsteps, the hot feeling burst out again, and an indescribable urgency surged in his heart...

At three o'clock in the morning, in the thick ink-like sky, the dots of starlight were completely covered by dark clouds, and everything around was quiet and deep.

In Prince Consort Lane of Wangfujing in Kyoto, in the ordinary old house where Xue Liheng was once under house arrest, there was faint light shining through the windows.

Jian Weiwei sat up with a splitting headache and looked around in a daze.

My mind was groggy, and I didn't know how long I had slept.The last impression is that I went to the Dragon Palace with Xue Liheng for dinner, met Jian Yunshang and his wife by accident, everyone was at odds, and Xue Liheng left angrily.

She only remembered that she chased to the elevator hall, but Xue Liheng had already entered, and she didn't have a VIP card with her, so she could only take the ordinary elevator.

Afterwards, I lost my memory, as if all my memories stopped at the moment when the elevator door opened.

"Awake? Do you want to see how you died?" The man's voice was deep and deep, with a mocking coldness in his evil spirit: "Look at how you were crushed into a pulp and your blood flowed like a river."

Jian Weiwei raised her head in horror, her dull eyes inspected the man's face, her eyelids blinked and blinked in disbelief.Immediately afterwards, a sharp exclamation came out of his mouth: "Ghost..."

Song Qingshan lowered his eyebrows in displeasure, stepped over and pulled her hair, forcing her to raise her head to face him: "Shut up!"

His aura is gloomy and frightening, and his ferocious handsome face is as cold as if it came from hell.Jian Weiwei was terrified, her wide mouth tremblingly closed, her eyes widened in fear.

Song Qingshan pulled her hair tightly without emotion, leaned down with his tall and straight body, stared at her for two seconds, and made sure that she would not scream again, then raised his other hand and lifted the tablet to her in front of you.

In the picture, the moment she stepped out of the elevator, another woman who looked exactly like her quickly ran into the parking lot and got into Xue Liheng's car.

After a brief jolt, the Porsche that Xue Liheng used to drive slid into the traffic, and got into a car accident not long after.

There was no sound in the video, but Jian Weiwei watched the Hummer, slammed into the Porsche fiercely again and again, and seemed to hear the heart-rending "bang bang" sound in her ears.

The whole process lasted until the Porsche was almost crushed, and then it ended silently.

Jian Weiwei felt chills down her spine, she closed her eyes profusely with sweat, and asked in a trembling voice, "She... who is she?"

"Jian Weiwei, the former president of Jane's..." A wicked sneer slipped across Song Qingshan's thin and cold lips, and there was a joke in his laziness: "Isn't it particularly exciting?"

"Let... let me go." Jian Weiwei's complexion was ashen, and sweat gushed out from her forehead, and soon soaked the cheap black and white stitching one-piece dress.

The texture of the skirt was extremely poor, and it would be wet with sweat, making the curve of the chest particularly eye-catching.

Song Qingshan's eyes flickered slightly, he looked away disdainfully, and his deep voice contained bloodthirsty pleasure: "Didn't you always wait for me to rescue you, I did it, and I even made you a criminal."

"You..." At the same time that Jian Weiwei spoke, Song Qingshan's hand increased in strength, and she had to look directly at him.

Those evil and cold eyes revealed a deep, dark and prey coolness, frightening and compelling.

The bottom of her heart was cold, she opened her mouth in a murmur, her whole body was so wet that she seemed to have just been fished out of the water, and she was speechless for a long time.

Song Qingshan looked at her reaction with satisfaction, let go of her without hesitation, and then sat lazily on the sofa beside him, with his thin lips slightly parted: "Think about your current situation, besides following me, You have no choice."

Jian Weiwei panted heavily, and it took her a long time to regain her sense of reason, and she murmured, "You...what are you going to do..."

"You will know when the time comes." Song Qingshan pursed his lips, raised his hand to check the time, got up and left her room.

Jian Weiwei fell back on the bed in relief, her stalled heartbeat couldn't calm down for a long time.

Outside the door, Song Qingshan turned on the computer, used Xue Liheng's code name, successfully entered the organization's internal system, changed some content by hand, and erased his own information along the way.

After all this was done, it was already broad daylight. After listening to the movement in the room, he frowned and opened a folder on the desktop.

Soon, each of Jian Yunshang's expressions flashed across the screen frame by frame, and finally stopped at the picture of her smiling at Jiang Muchen.The hand holding the mouse paused, and the star eyes narrowed dangerously.

He always thought that she couldn't laugh, or even if she smiled, others couldn't feel her true emotions.

In such a short period of time, Jiang Muchen was able to make such a complete change. It has to be said that his younger brother does have some skills.

Angrily closed the page, and called up the photos in another folder.

There is only one photo inside, which is a photo of him and his mother in front of the main hall of Xing'an Temple when he was six years old.

That day was the Mid-Autumn Festival, the sky in Kyoto was so blue that there was no trace of impurity, and the air was filled with the sweet and intoxicating fragrance of osmanthus.

Their mother and son went to Xing'an Temple early in the morning to worship Buddha and eat fast, and they still worshiped devoutly in the main hall, praying to the Bodhisattva to bless their family with safety and happiness.

However, the happy time is always so short that people don't notice it, and it has passed quietly.

Coming out of Xing'an Temple, my mother saw that it was still early, so she dragged him across the road in front of the temple, preparing to go to the temple fair.

There were especially many people attending the temple fair that day. He held his mother's hand tightly for fear of getting lost.At the moment of the accident, he only had time to hear his mother's exclamation before he lost consciousness.

It has been three days since I woke up, and my eyes are full of white walls. As long as I breathe, my nose is filled with the smell of disinfectant.

(End of this chapter)