Good night, Mr.President

They?! Wang Xinyi asked Gu Yunting eagerly, "who is it and who wants to harm me like this?"

"Who else could there be, that wayward miss an Da?" you Xuan said first.

Miss Ann?! Anling!!

Wang Xinyi thinks that she has no violent conflict with her. The only thing is that she likes Gu Yunting, and now, nominally, she is Gu Yunting's girlfriend.

She was angry with Gu Yunting because of her bad mood

Now that Gu Yunting knows who did it, what should miss an do with his style?

Somehow, Wang Xinyi was worried about her. Gu Yunting is the one she can afford

"What about anling now?"

"Under the overpass, it became the food of tramps last night..." Gu Yunting's voice seemed to come from the glacier. Every word made people colder.

……

In the early morning after the rain, the air was covered with thin fog, and the ground was dry and wet. It was very beautiful under the soft light of the sun.

The black business car sped by from the Third Ring Road and gradually drove to the quiet western suburb, where there was a bustling villa group. Half of the rich people in Tongcheng lived here.

The car drove straight to the villas. When passing the guard room, it brushed the door open with a card, and then went in familiar.

The appearance of a black business car is nothing special. It's neither high-end nor ordinary. The only reason for people's side is that it doesn't have a license plate number.

It drove all the way to the door of a prosperous and wide villa, then opened the door a little, threw out a big gray sack from inside, and drove away directly

……

It rained last night and the wind blew again. The fallen leaves on the ground were mixed with soil and looked dirty.

In the high-end villa, there are many servants and the division of labor is also very clear. A man in his forties and fifties was sweeping the fallen leaves in the villa garden with a broom.

I was sweeping slowly. I accidentally saw a dirty sack at the gate outside the garden. Looking at the shape, how could it be a bit like a person?

Out of curiosity, he opened the door directly and walked to the sack outside the door.

Somehow, every step he took, he felt a self-evident taste approaching, sour and smelly, fishy and sweet

When he approached, he had pinched his nose and secretly complained in his heart that it wouldn't be a corpse?!

He stretched out a hand to untie the rope tied at the end of the sack. After unting it, he looked down at the sack and pulled it down

"Ah!"

When the man saw the man in the sack, he was instantly frightened and sat on the ground. He hurried to the villa and kept shouting:

"Master, madam, no, miss, something has happened!"

Today is Sunday. At this time, the people in the villa have almost got up except for sleeping in.

Mrs. an heard the cry of the servant downstairs and walked downstairs with master an, looking impatient, "what's the matter? It's noisy there early in the morning..."

"Master, madam, miss, she..." a cooking woman pointed to the door and knelt on the ground sobbing.

Master an looked outside the door and saw a big sack carried back by the people. "Didn't you say miss? How can I carry a sack back?"