my husband is a killer

Chapter 429 Dead Chess 1
And on the same night, in that strange old house, in the warm air passed by the palm of the hand, in the constant silent recitation of Lanjiao's "just hold it for a while", the night also quietly walked to the dawn .

When she woke up, she was lying in bed, and she was confused for a moment. Last night, she thought about sneaking back to the room before he woke up, but she didn't want to let go after holding his hand. A little while", did she finally walk back to the room by herself, but she seemed to have dozed off, and she didn't have any memory at all--she suddenly gasped, thinking of the possibility--no way, he saw himself so bland Ugly glued on?

Blushing, she quickly turned over and got out of bed, only to find that there were new dresses, shoes and socks beside the bed. I don't know where he got them from early in the morning. She put them on one by one, and everything fit her perfectly. Rou, pushed the door and went out, and the small house was as far as the eye could see, and there was no one there.

She didn't know whether to go or stay, but when she was hesitating, she heard the sound of banging and knocking on the door, or maybe it was hitting and kicking with hands and feet. She was overjoyed, but immediately knew it would not be him, but she still opened the door opened.

The woman at the door has slender phoenix eyes, curly hair, and a heroic face, but I have seen it before. When she fell into Xu Yongxiang's hands, it was this woman who came to the villa with T to rescue her!
Kris was also taken aback when he saw that Lan Jiao was here, but he didn't have time to say anything else, so he hurriedly asked:
"Where is T, has he left?"

Speaking of which, she broke in and searched around, but she couldn't find that person, so she just stomped her feet anxiously, stood in the room and scratched her hair angrily:

"Damn it, why was he so drunk last night? He can't go to Korea. He's clearly going to die!"

Those words lingered in her ears, and the hairs all over Lan Banana's body stood on end. She grabbed Kris:

"What did you say, where did he go, and why did he go to die?"

Kris froze there, still scratching his hair in vain, his eyes turned left and right, not knowing how to face this eager face, he just murmured:
"Did he still not tell you anything?"

"What?" Her eyes were wide open, her voice was already trembling!

The private detective looked at the gentle and graceful woman in front of him, and matched her with the person he was talking about, and those hazy drunken words from last night's drunkenness came to mind!
The pale golden wine was gurgling and flowing. They drank one cup after another. She asked a lot of questions in a rambling manner. After all, the alcohol melted the alienation he built up a little bit. His tone was always indifferent, but he was also intermittently responding to her words.

(End of this chapter)