Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

The woman's beautiful eyes slipped a shallow smile, sat down on his desk, bent over and breathed out like LAN: "you are different from those smelly men. You don't like my sister, only like me?"

The Dean looked at her face as gorgeous as peach and plum, and her voice trembled: "over the years, several lives have been dragged in my hand. Haven't you been touched?"

The woman raised her body and was enchanting.

She is the goddess in a man's heart. She has been longing for many years.

She hooked his belt and led him to the lounge.

In that small room, a man in a white robe in his fifties took off the coat of civilization and possessed a beautiful woman with lingering charm like a beast.

She was soft under him, like a poisonous flower in full bloom.

The man is drunk and crazy. He thinks it's worth paying so much. At this time, he is willing to let him die on her.

Half life and half death, the woman's red lips opened, the voice rustled, the temptation was very, "are you happy?"

"Live in a drunken dream and die, Xiao's soul erodes the bone." There was red blood in the dean's eyes.

Not enough, not enough, not enough. He wanted to eat the woman in front of him.

The woman's eyes floated with monsters, "let's play something different."

In her hand, there was an exquisite scalpel. The blade was close to the man's face and asked softly, "are you afraid of death?"

"Afraid." The man grabbed her hand and wouldn't let her play with fire.

The woman smiled gently, "Feng, if only one of us can live, will you let me live?"

The man rose and fell, and his voice was hoarse: "it will make you..."

Before he finished, a knife went into his heart.

The woman held the knife and smiled softly: "every inch of a woman's heart is poisonous. You really shouldn't believe it."

Then she kissed the pale man with a trembling voice: "thank you for all this, but it can't warm my heart."

She smiled and smiled strangely. Under the frightened eyes of the man, she forced the knife into another inch.

"We are all doctors. You should know that if you go down this inch, you will die. Telling you before you die also makes you feel at ease." She bit by bit kissed off the fine sweat on his forehead: "Feng, others will think you are afraid of committing suicide, and the owner of this knife is you."

The man's eyes are straight, only the last breath. He gasped and struggled desperately, but he couldn't break away after kicking his leg for a long time

At last, he exhausted his last strength and dropped his hand feebly.

The woman put him down and began to calmly deal with the scene, as well as the traces of their love.

After everything, the scene turned into a perfect suicide illusion.

The woman left quietly.

The dean of benevolence hospital committed suicide and made social headlines at night.

Mo Xiaobei looked for a long time and looked up at Zhang Boyan: "do you believe he committed suicide?"

Zhang Boyan shook his head.

Mo Xiaobei whispered again, "if we don't find him, he probably won't die."

"He may be a person who knows, like Aunt Wang, who has been in contact with the murderer." Zhang Boyan's voice was slow.

Mo Xiaobei nodded and whispered, "I don't believe the dean is the murderer."

Zhang Boyan suddenly pressed her shoulder and locked her small face with black eyes: "Xiaobei, you must convince yourself to believe it now."

Mo Xiaobei was stunned.

"The death of the Dean shows that the man wants to bury the truth and probably doesn't dare to do it again in a short time. Xiao Bei, it's safe to believe it, okay? " Zhang Boyan's vision is somewhat far-reaching.