Good Morning, Dear

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Xia Linjie came the news.

The owners of the four cars have nothing to do with each other, and their occupations are different.

One is a lawyer, one is a teacher, one is an egg salesman, and the other is a newly graduated college student who is doing sales work.

The four cars have not been modified. They are all original configuration.

The performance of the four cars is not high. They are more than 100000 or 200000 private scooters. The sales student is still a second-hand Santana.

"Mo Li, if you force a car maliciously, it will involve intentional murder. If it is intentional murder, they will choose a good high-performance car. First, it can withstand collision and second, it can protect themselves from injury. If you can't do both, it's doomed to lose both. Who will do this kind of business that can make money and spend money?" Xia Linjie checked round and round, I really can't find anything fishy. I really think Mo Li cares about Cheng Qingyao a little too much.

So much so that a little feeling can produce such a huge worry!

Drive!

murder!

Who would murder Cheng Qingyao? What potential does she have for murder? rich? No! Powerful? No! Have enemies? No!

Advise Mo Li not to be too nervous and not to frighten yourself out of nothing!

Mo Li thought again and again. He felt that his words were reasonable. If it was really forced car murder, they could use better cars and call more people to cooperate in many aspects. When he was a doctor in the hospital, he saw car accidents and murders, most of which used trucks. The truck driver is intact. Whether the people in the car can live or not depends on luck.

In addition, forcing a car involves murder. Murder should be in place at one time, otherwise it will be difficult to succeed again.

Mo Li thought about it, thought it over and over again, agreed with Xia Linjie's opinion, and determined that it was not forced car murder. He put his heart back in his stomach and turned to see Cheng Qingyao. She was sleeping soundly and put her right hand where there was a baby in her abdomen.

He gently took her hand and protected their baby with her!

He also whispered to himself: "there will be no chance for you to go out alone in the future... To Xia's work, I will arrange the driver to pick you up every day and watch the whole process during eight hours of work. I want to sneak out and play alone again. I don't have a chance..."

However.

meanwhile.

On the other side, all the unsuccessful teams are swearing: "... unexpectedly, the old driver's driving skills are so good... His car seems to be good. Audi should have been modified. Our car comes with his model, but we just can't catch up with him... I don't understand why Mo Li came suddenly and who called him... I saw the old driver call... Shit, luckily he reacted quickly, otherwise no one was killed , he also exposed himself... Tell the above, don't do it again recently. Take time to change people and cars. Otherwise, Cheng Qingyao is dead, and we should finish it... The case should be natural and pollution-free. Mo Li can't find any suspicious clues. If she dies, we have to live... "

They reported to the above and told Zhang Hanjin: "today, Mo Li failed. Mo Li was too cunning and kept an especially tight eye. Cheng Qingyao went out to look for a mistake. When Cheng Qingyao had a chance to be alone in the future, as long as Mo Li was not here, we would succeed..."

"I don't care, I don't care, I just want the result, not the process. My wife has no result and won't go home until now. I..."

"Mr. Zhang, you can't rush such a thing. If you rush too fast, you will not only have no wife, but also die."

"..." Zhang Hanjin was a little scared, and he didn't dare to ask for more, nor tell AI wanwan the news. The two continued to separate. AI wanwan continued to call cowherd, sing songs all night, fall in love with each other, and miss Shu happily: "hum... Hurry up, hurry up... Huh..."

The cowherd took the best to accompany her. If she didn't stop, he didn't dare to shoot. He changed all kinds of postures firmly!

After such a toss, it was midnight again. The cowherd was so tired that his eyes appeared stars and his legs trembled. He dragged his sore body into the bathroom to wash. When he came out to dress, his sour and soft feet didn't stand firm. He took a few steps back and hooked her bag with a bath towel.

When she took her bag to the ground, the contents spilled all over the floor and panicked: "yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." Niulang was in his early twenties. He looked ugly, but he was young and had no social experience. He was afraid of breaking her things and couldn't afford to pay for it. He was afraid that it would be difficult to pick up customers and do business when he told the company.

AI wanwan turned back lazily and didn't say anything when he saw the mess on the ground. He just let him clean it up.

He squatted down tightly to clean up and put it in the same way. At the end, there was only one inch photo on the ground. He turned it over and sucked it on the floor. He couldn't buckle it up. He kept buckle it up until the corners were wrinkled.

Turn over and see, like her? Not like her? I can't help asking curiously, "is this one inch standard photo when you were a child? It's very beautiful!"

AI wanwan opened her narrowed eyes again, glanced, and snorted, "I was more beautiful than this when I was a child. It's not me, it's my enemy, the enemy I hate most in my life, Cheng Qingyao."

"Cheng Qingyao?" the cowherd felt that he had said the wrong thing, but the name sounded familiar and couldn't remember where he had heard it.

"Yes, Cheng Qingyao, who used to work for me, later abducted my boyfriend, married my boyfriend, resigned and went home to be a full-time wife. She is popular, drinks spicy, wears gold and silver, villas and luxury cars, everything."

AI wanwan said it well. She was wronged and helpless. The cowherd felt that she was so poor that she couldn't help being righteous and wanted to defend her injustice: "give me the photos, OK? I have many messy friends in the cowherd business. I'll take them back to my friends to see if I know her. If I know her, I'll ask her a question and help you get her."

AI wanwan is enlightened. Yes, why doesn't she expand the branch line and use a few more people to help get Cheng Qingyao? Why should we place all our hopes on Zhang Hanjin? Niu Lang is right. He has many friends and employers in his business. If any employer knows Cheng Qingyao, if Cheng Qingyao has done selling for money before... Ha ha

There was another dawn in the dark. AI wanwan smiled and charmingly hooked up with him. Hook him over, circle him again, kiss deeply: "you still know it hurts me..." then, it's another game, another game, another shot, another night until dawn

The cowherd was flattered and had a feeling that he would be blown dry. If he were not young, he would die on her. Her sexual needs are so strong that it's like a bottomless pit.

However, seeing the ten thousand yuan in his hand, he still felt it was worth it.

At his age, he has no education and looks. If he doesn't do this, where can he earn ten thousand a night?

Put away the money and the photos: "I'll go first. You'll have a good rest. I'll call you when I ask about her."

"Today Saturday, I don't have to go to work. Will you come to me tonight to make money?" Ai wanwan rolled all night, tired and satisfied. This satisfaction is not the satisfaction of drugs, but the instinctive needs of the body.

The cowherd shook his thin little body, his eyes were a little excited and a little flustered, and his tone was stuttered: "you, if you call me, I'll come. If you don't call me, I'll find a friend to drink and inquire about her."

"OK! Let's contact again." Ai Wan closed his eyes with a smile and slept contentedly.

The cowherd went out carefully and went back to his rental house to sleep. In the evening, he didn't receive a phone call, so he asked his friends out for dinner. They are all friends in this field. They are very familiar with each other. They talk about everything. The scale is boundless.

The conversation was very high. While the wine was strong, the cowherd took out the picture of Cheng Qingyao: "elder brothers, help me see if I know you."

The friends around the table looked at it one by one. Some said it was beautiful, some said it was a chick, some said it was pure, some said it was hard to do... Everything, but no one said they knew

Niu Lang was a little discouraged, and his friend put forward a suggestion: "otherwise, let's take the photos on our mobile phone and take them out later to ask the employer or other friends. There are many people asking, and there are always people who know her..."