Devil CEO's Sweet Wife

Looking at the rolling fire snake in front of him, he only hopes that the people inside are not as criminal as poetry. As long as he thinks that he may have passed away, he only feels that his heart is torn open and extremely painful.

Gu Xiaoxiao looked at his appearance, for a long time can not speak, can only accompany him sad, but there is no way, the heart seems to be not far away from the flame scalded in general.

However, he still tried to bear the pain in his heart and comfort him, even if they knew clearly in their hearts that the probability of surviving in such a fire was illusory.

"Maybe, she didn't have an accident?"

Although he gave up his eyes in the hospital, as long as he was calm and calm, he was still in the hospital.

After receiving the phone call, the hospital and the police came very quickly, but in the appearance of 10 minutes, the originally quiet surroundings had been cordoned off.

Uniformed police and medical staff were rushing inside. After half an hour's hard work, the fire on the car body was suppressed.

The car in front of me can only be described as scrap iron. It has not been as bright as before. There is only a dark frame left. Through the crowd, we can see a burnt body on the driver's seat. Xie Mufan saw it in his eyes, and his feet staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Because the body had been burned excessively and carbonized, it was much smaller. Even so, the experienced forensic judge judged that it was a female corpse.

After getting this answer, the fire of hope in their hearts gradually tended to extinguish. When she was taken out of the driver's seat, her right leg was imprisoned due to the deformation of the body. Finally, she broke a leg and took out the body.

Gu Xiaoxiao stood by and watched. She had already burst into tears. Xie Mufan clenched his hands. He knew poetry too well. She was never such a careless person. How could such a thing happen.

Especially on this road, people have to doubt that Qin Ranran is the only one who can get the most benefit if there is something wrong with poetry.

Sad for a long time, she took out the mobile phone, wanted to inform Li Muran, but looked at the phone number above, but did not dare to press down.

Even she was extremely sad at this time, she could not imagine what kind of state Li Muran would be.

After struggling in my mind for a long time, I finally dialed his phone. Hearing his still indifferent voice, she covered her mouth to avoid crying out.

"Brother Muran."

hearing the cry in her voice, Li Muran's heart has no reason to be tight, all attention is put on the phone.

"Xiaoxiao, what happened?"

When she noticed his nervousness, she was more afraid to tell him the truth. She faltered for a long time, and tears rolled down her cheek.

"I"

even if I opened my eyes wide, tears were still dripping on the ground. Xie Mufan is more and more calm down, no ordinary people, the whole person is infected with a layer of anger, as if this is the real him.

"Brother Mu ran, she is the general manager of punishment. Maybe something has happened to her."

seeing that she has not said the key point for a long time, his heart is extremely nervous, but after listening to her words, he completely collapses on the chair, and his head almost becomes a blank, which makes him unable to even do the extra thinking.

What is called may have an accident, clearly yesterday she was still standing in front of her, how could she become a wisp of lonely soul between heaven and earth in such a short time.

All the cells in his body are clamoring for him to pass. In the past, it has been proved that all of them are just wrong. In fact, there is nothing wrong with his poems.

"Where are you? I'll be right here."

After asking the address, he didn't dare to hesitate. He rushed forward on the road to the old house with a pair of red eyes.

As soon as I got off the bus, I saw Gu Xiaoxiao standing beside Xie Mufan with a pair of red and swollen eyes. Xie Mufan, who has always been a gentle gentleman, was a bit dead. When he saw him coming, some light broke out in his eyes.

Almost in an instant, his fist fell heavily on his cheek.

"Li Muran, you bastard, that's how you protect poetry. If something happens to her, I will never let you go!"

Just now, he has already called Liu Jing to confirm that Xing Rushi did drive out of the car by himself today, so the corpse just carried away should be her undoubted.

As long as he thought about it, he felt so painful that he had no way to suppress it. He could only let it submerge himself.

Li Muran didn't dodge or hide. He let his fist fall on his face. He tasted the bloody smell in his mouth, but he just wanted to smile. Before the smile spread, his eyes were moist again.