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Listening to him say so, Xiao Xiang was very relieved.

Although, under such circumstances, it is totally impossible to say that we are relieved.

My head is blank. I don't know what I want to do. I can't remember what I said just now.

After all, up to now, she still can't accept the fact that little Joe left.

How is that possible? How could she have left all of a sudden? Little Joe said that he would wait for her to come back, didn't he?

Why did she leave like this? She couldn't even see her last face.

Muzichuan came behind her and gently hugged her in his arms to comfort her.

"It's all over. I don't want to think about it any more. Xiangxiang, be obedient, OK?"

"Let's stop thinking, shall we? Don't be afraid, I will always be by your side. "

Sure enough, less than five minutes later, a white robed male doctor came to them.

"Hello, Mr. mu. The body is in the autopsy room. Please come with me."

Come on, the doctor turned and walked slowly back in the direction he was pointing.

Xiao Xiang didn't pay any attention to anyone and quickly followed up.

After Xiao Xiang and a Lang left, Mu Zichuan looked at Ma Dali: "go and find out what's going on."

"Yes, Mr. mu." The horse answered vigorously and turned to walk to the elevator.

Mu Zichuan stood there, his eyes more and more deep, and no one could guess what he was thinking at the moment.

After standing there for a long time, muzichuan also stepped in the direction that Xiao Xiang had just left.

Even if they are no longer willing to accept it, the facts are already in front of them.

Xiao Xiang they came to the autopsy room, faceless Xiao Qiao, has been quietly lying on the operating table.

When they came in, all the medical staff who were working inside also withdrew.

There are wounds on Joe's head and body in many places.

However, after listening to the doctor who rescued Xiao Qiao, the most fatal one was the big hole in the top of his head.

"At about seven o'clock tonight, Little Joe answered a phone call and went out, saying that he wanted to get an express outside."

"However, less than ten minutes after going out, someone called back with her mobile phone."

"Later, we found out that something had happened to her, and the person who called us was also a passer-by who happened to pass by."

"He told us that when he drove by, he saw little Joe lying there with blood all over his body."

"And the driver who hit her didn't leave, probably because he was scared, and the driver was still sitting in the car."

"When the police arrived, they took the driver away."

Listen to a Lang side say, Xiao Xiang side slowly walked to Xiao Qiao past, this tears can no longer stop.

The person half crouches to lie on the side of small Joe, stretched out a hand to take her bare, completely bloodless hand up, firm grip in the palm.

"Little Joe, will you wake up soon? I'm Xiangxiang. I'm back. Would you open your eyes and have a look at us? "

"Didn't we agree that we would have a good chat when I came back?"

"Why did you leave like this? Why? "

"Can you tell me what happened?"

"How can you go out alone so late?"

"You know, you tell me not to go out alone at night, but what about you?"

Muzichuan brows a tight, looking at a Lang: "Xiao Qiao's mobile phone now where?"

"It's always in my pocket." He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone.

It's easy to see what Mu Zichuan means. After a Lang handed him his mobile phone, he said calmly.

"I've seen it. That number is only displayed as an unrecognized number."

"I've also dialed back, but the other end of the phone is always empty."

"I'll have her cell phone with me tonight. I'll have it checked."

After looking at all things of Xiao Qiao's mobile phone, Mu Zichuan pursed his lips, looked at a Lang and said in a deep voice.

A Lang nodded, for mu Zichuan's ability, is also very positive.

That night, until four o'clock in the morning, exhausted Xiao Xiang was escorted back to the villa by Mu Zichuan and Ma Dali.

When he returned to the villa, Xiao Xiang had already gone to sleep, but occasionally he would wake up from the nightmare.

Xiao Qiao's mobile phone to Ma Dali's hand, told him to let people check, muzichuan took Xiao Xiang out of the car.

When he carried her back to her room, Mu Zichuan carefully put her on the bed, but he never left.

This wench and small Qiao actually know also not many days, incredibly sad to such a degree.

However, after knowing her for such a long time, Mu Zichuan was also very clear about her temperament.

Even if this accident, is a chance encounter with her people, she will be sad tears.What's more, the person who died was Xiao Qiao, a girl who lived with her for a period of time and lived together all the time.

Mu Zichuan lay down on the bed, gently took Xiao Xiang to his arms, let her cerebellar pouch melon pillow on his arm.

For fear that she would have another nightmare, Mu Zichuan held out his big hand, patted her back slowly and coaxed her in a low voice.

Sure enough, in his arms, Xiao Xiang was still a little tight, and finally relaxed slowly.

Only about three hours of sleep, she was suddenly awakened.

"Little Joe! Little Joe! No! Joe, don't leave us! No! No

Xiao Xiang sat up from the bed in his exclamation.

"Xiangxiang, it's all over. It's OK. No matter what happens, I'll always be with you. Don't be afraid."

Muzichuan also sat down on the bed and hugged her in his arms.

Listening to the man's powerful heartbeat, Xiao Xiang's confused thoughts were slowly found back.

She gently pushed on his strong chest, and he opened a little distance, looking up at him.

Just for a moment, I don't know how long I've been staring at him. Tears filled my eyes again.

"Zichuan, Xiaoqiao, is she really gone? Tell me, it's just a dream, not a real one, OK

"Did I have a nightmare last night? I dreamt that they said Little Joe was gone."

"But, but it's impossible, it's impossible."

Xiao Xiang's voice became more and more hoarse, and his throat was so thirsty that he could hardly speak.

Muzichuan took out his mobile phone and called Dali.

"Tell them to bring a pot of warm water."

In a word, the call ended.

In less than a minute, Xiao Xiang's door was knocked.

"Warm tea is ready, sir."

"Come in."

Today, Mu Zichuan doesn't want to talk nonsense with them. He just responds to the direction of the door.

The maid entered the door and came to them with warm tea.

"Pour the lady a glass quickly."