Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

She was calm again, like a small beast, took a rope and tied Tang Xin's hands and feet.

She doesn't look like a pregnant girl. She turns into a beast in the moonlight.

There were some medicines scattered in the medicine box on one side. She calmly picked them up and filled them together.

She dragged Tang Xin towards the door step by step. When the heavy iron door opened.

The moonlight had long broken through the dark clouds.

The world is pouring soft brilliance.

"I haven't seen such moonlight for a long time." Mo Xiaobei takes a deep breath, finds the car key from Tang Xin, opens the door and throws Tang Xin into the back seat.

In order to be afraid of Tang Xin's evil deeds, she stabbed her arm with the scalpel. As long as Tang Xin moved, it would hurt.

In the cool moonlight, the black Spyker galloped on the highway.

In the distance, thousands of lights.

But it has nothing to do with her.

In Mo Xiaobei's heart, there is only a dark judgment.

When the car was ten minutes away from the cemetery, she dialed 110. She asked Mrs. Zhang to go to the Tang family cemetery.

A dark trial is about to begin.

When Mo Xiaobei called, Zhang Boyan, Zhang Hua and a large number of people poured into the underground cabin

But the building was empty. There was a lot of blood on the ground and some scattered medicine boxes.

Lin Qian picked it up and looked at it. His face changed: "it's tert butyl p-jasminophen."

Zhang Boyan's face was tight and depressed.

Lin Qian squatted down and stained with the blood. "About an hour ago, so much blood should have a large area of stabbing."

He tasted it: "type Q blood should be a woman in her forties. It's not Xiaobei. It should be Tang Xin's blood. "

Zhang Boyan was about to search around when he received a call from Hao Bureau, "someone asked to take Mrs. Zhang to the Tang family cemetery. It's Tang Xin."

"It's Xiaobei!" Zhang Boyan's voice almost trembled. He immediately ran out and jumped into the car: "go to the cemetery."

A line of more than ten cars flew on the highway.

Moonlight in the sky, silent witness.

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Cemetery.

The same night.

It's just that the night is like water.

Here, there will be a gorgeous and dark trial.

Mo Xiaobei knelt in front of the tombs of Downing and Wang Li with her hands folded. She was embarrassed, but she looked awe inspiring and inviolable under the moonlight.

Behind him, there was a slight sound.

"Wake up?" Mo Xiaobei looked back, looked at Tang Xin's surprised expression, and slowly opened his mouth: "you said that you should end from where you start!"

She stood up, walked over to pick up Tang Xin, and knelt down heavily

Tang Xin naturally didn't want to and struggled.

Although she has no legs, she still has a body.

Every minute she struggled, there was an extra pool of blood on the ground.

Every time she struggles, Mo Xiaobei's strength is even more important.

Finally, Tang Xin's knee was almost worn out, like a lost dog kneeling in front of Downing's tomb.

Mo Xiaobei stood slowly in front of her and said softly, "do you dare to see my mother's picture?"

Tang Xin smiled and complained: "what do I dare not see?"

But when she came into contact with Tang Ningping's peaceful eyes, she retreated again.

"Don't you dare?" Mo Xiaobei sneered, walked around Tang Xin's back, pressed her shoulder and pressed it down: "do you look at her and tell me she's sorry for you?"

Tang Xin's face has long been torn open. At this time, as long as it shakes slightly, it will be painful.

She cried tearing, "her existence itself is sorry for me!"