Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

However, it is not the style of any luxury brand, nor does it come from famous experts.

Qiao'an didn't bother to pay attention, looked at Li Qinghuan and smiled, "I didn't expect that Miss Li is a model person, but she likes to chew the root of her tongue behind her back and make a small report."

"Miss Qiao, you misunderstood..." Li Qinghuan frowned and wanted to explain.

"What did I misunderstand?"

"I don't see any guards around you. I'm just worried that you will be in danger. That's why I'm worried about calling San Shao. "

Women are the ones who know women best.

From Li Qinghuan's eyes, Joan saw a trace of ridicule and contempt.

But she hides so deep that ordinary people can't catch it easily.

Presumably, after seeing her, I pretended to inadvertently leak what I said just now for her to hear.

Joan has never been soft on people who come to the door.

Doesn't she want to play?

Well, she'll take care of it.

"When I called Mu Jingxi, didn't I add fuel and vinegar?"

"Miss Qiao, you really misunderstood. I'm kind-hearted and worried about your safety. I called San Shao. How can it add fuel to your mouth? "

Joan's eyebrows and eyes smiled, and her soft voice seemed to have a smile. "Dare you say you didn't have selfishness when you called?"

Li Qinghuan's wording was rigorous, "No."

"Oh, hypocrisy!"

She raised her hand and was about to throw it on Li Qinghuan's face.

It's just a fake. The distance between her and Li Qinghuan is three steps away.

Even if she really wanted to fight, she would take two steps forward and hit it at close range.

However, it was such a fake action that Li Qinghuan seemed extremely frightened and kept retreating.

At the entrance of the hand ladder, it happens to be the ladder downstairs.

She stepped empty under her feet, lost her balance and rolled down the escalator all the way.

"Qinghuan..." her friend screamed, immediately pressed the stop escalator and stumbled down.

Joan's eyebrows were slightly raised, sure enough.

She's afraid she's already ready. Just wait to provoke her and let her do something to hurt her?

Li Qinghuan rolled down the stairs. His forehead was bruised and there was blood flow. His elbows and knees were also injured to varying degrees.

Far away, Lin Shuangshuang saw someone fall down the stairs here and hurried to check the situation.

"Miss Li?" Lin Shuangshuang said in surprise, "how is it you?"

Li Qinghuan covered his forehead with scarlet blood, which constantly overflowed from her fingers. She was as angry as a gossamer: "Madam... Madam..."

With that, it was dark and lost its meaning.

"What's going on?" Lin Shuangshuang asks her friend while asking the guard to send Li Qing to the hospital.

"Mrs. mu, you must decide for Qinghuan!" Li Qinghuan's friend pointed to Joan standing on the escalator, "it's all her! She pushed Qinghuan down! "

Seeing Joanne, Lin Shuangshuang's mood is very complicated.

The murder of Yan Zhenzhen has been found out. It has nothing to do with Joan.

I knew that Joan was not the murderer who killed Yan Zhenzhen directly, but the diaries before Yan Zhenzhen was killed made Lin Shuangshuang feel distressed word by word.

It is undeniable that the psychological pressure caused by Joan is enough to destroy her psychological defense line.

She couldn't face Joanne without a grudge. At this moment, she saw her standing at the entrance of the hand ladder indifferently, looking at all this coldly.

"Miss Qiao, are you still standing still?"