Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

A flash of lightning glided across the sky again.

White light reproduction.

That old man's face is detestable.

Mo Xiaobei gently closed his eyes——

More than twenty years!

More than twenty years?

Who can hate mom for more than 20 years?

The answer is obvious... It's the one who has always loved her.

The blood on Mo Xiaobei's face has been flowing.

But she can't feel the pain.

Because in my heart, it hurts more.

She raised her face and smiled gently. Tears blurred her eyes, but she saw the people in front more clearly.

It's her

She closed her eyes slightly and choked in her voice, "so you have to plan on her and kill her?"

She felt sorry for her mother. Her mother's more than 20 years were not spent in the scenery, but hatred.

What's more terrible is that the hatred is around.

The woman was stunned for a moment, and then smiled more bitterly, "I didn't want to kill her, but finally she found out my secret. The little sheep was so smart... But she was too soft hearted. After she found out, she didn't expose me. She wrote a diary, but I found out."

The woman's lips gently spit out a sentence: "so either she dies or I die."

"People are selfish." The woman suddenly smiled softly, "Xiao Bei, do you think so?"

Obviously, the woman has found that Xiao Bei guessed the truth.

Everything, there is no need to hide.

Mo Xiaobei raised his head, looked at the terrible face and said slowly, "aunt Xin!"

The woman stared at her: "you really know."

Lightning flashed, and the woman stretched out her hand to uncover the skin on her face bit by bit. Her smooth and delicate face appeared in front of Mo Xiaobei.

It's Tang Xin, her aunt Xin!

Tang Xin looked at the tombstone and smiled gently: "sister, I sent your best friend to you. Now Xiao Bei is coming to accompany you. She knows the truth and I'm very embarrassed..."

Her voice was like a whisper: "she is very smart, but smart people often don't live long."

With that, she walked towards Mo Xiaobei step by step.

Mo Xiaobei's body shrank back, his fingers grasping the grass in the mud and moving his body.

Her stomach hurts. It hurts everywhere

"Don't worry, I won't kill you immediately, nor will I give you a chance to wait until Zhang Boyan." The knife in Tang Xin's hand slid gently on her face, and the bright blade was stained with Xiaobei's blood.

Night is like darkness.

The thin woman in black dragged Xiao Bei all the way to her car.

Cemetery, calm.

Tang Yao's car stopped. Zhang Boyan immediately jumped out of the car and ran here.

It was quiet and empty.

Even the rain stopped.

He approached slowly and paused.

Look down. It's blood.

Little North's blood.

All over the place.

He squatted down slowly, his voice hoarse as words: "Lin Qian!"

Lin Qian arrived and reached out to touch Mo: "it just dripped in less than ten minutes."

"Zhang Hua, immediately block the roads near here. They haven't gone far." Zhang Boyan's voice was cold. Then he took off his coat and wiped the blood off the ground bit by bit.

There was a light on his face when he rubbed it.

Just keep suppressing and restraining.

He took his coat and continued to look for Xiaobei.

Within reach of her, she lost her trace again

This night, destined to sleep.

The sky was gray and a wisp of white fog light rose. Four men were standing on the outskirts of H city. Not far away were more than a dozen police cars.

The highest police force was dispatched in H City, but Xiaobei was still not found.

Tang Yao stepped out the cigarette end on his foot and said in a dumb voice, "the murderer must be nearby. She can't run far. "