I am the True Ancestor

"What's the busy?"

Zhang Meiqian took out a few banknotes from her pocket, handed them to Jin Zhengzhong and said, "Help me return 600 yuan to the tailor." "

Hearing this, Jin Zhengzhong frowned, pointed to the apartment behind him and asked, "Then why don't you go and get it to him yourself?" "

Zhang Meiqian sighed, and irritably pointed to Uncle Gu who was guarding the front desk of the apartment and said, "Have you seen that there is a dog at the door of this building!" "

Kim Jung-jung was speechless, "That's the administrator, how can it be a dog?" "

"Okay, okay, I'll go with you..."

"Eh, can you help me!" Zhang Meiqian flattened her mouth and directly stuffed six hundred yuan into his hand, and seeing that Jin Zhengzhong did not refuse, she said with a smile: "Thank you!" "

Looking at the back of Zhang Meiqian leaving, Jin Zhengzhong shrugged his shoulders with the six hundred yuan in his hand, turned around and walked towards the apartment, and said to himself: "Actually, it's quite good-looking to laugh, why do you pretend to be a bad girl with a tight face all day long." "

Just as Kim Jung-jung was about to open the elevator door, Ah Ping happened to rush out from inside with an anxious look, and he was startled when he saw Kim Jung-jung suddenly appear.

"Eh, Brother Ping just met you, what about these six hundred yuan..."

Jin Zhengzhong took out the 600 yuan that Zhang Meiqian gave him from his pocket and was about to transfer it to Ah Ping, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Ah Ping.

"In the middle, I'm in a bit of a hurry, I'll talk to you when I come back!"

Ah Ping patted him on the shoulder apologetically, ignoring Kim Jung-jung's name behind him, and ran anxiously towards the outside of the apartment.

"I don't want any money..."

Jin Zhengzhong looked at Ah Ping's hurried back, pursed his lips and put away the money, turned around and stepped into the elevator, "It's so strange, I'll help you collect it first." "

Outside the apartment, the night is dark.

After Zhang Meiqian paid back the tailor's six hundred yuan, she only felt relaxed, sighed and smiled: "It's not in vain that I resold my favorite brand-name bags and walkmans for 600 yuan to others, and it is really uncomfortable to owe honest people money." "

Carrying a birthday present for her mother, she hummed a little tune in her mouth and trotted all the way home.

The alley was quiet, a gust of wind suddenly set off, Zhang Meiqian was stunned, looked around, but there was no one.

Why does she always feel like someone is staring at her?

Zhang Meiqian shivered, and the happy mood suddenly dissipated.

She tucked her neck into her scarf, her steps getting faster and faster, her eyes looked around nervously, but when she caught a glimpse of the shadow on the wall, she was suffocated and her heart was shocked!!

I saw that on the wall, a pair of strange hands stretched out from behind towards the figure on her wall, and at the same time, an old and cruel voice suddenly sounded in Zhang Meiqian's ears.

"You untutored, stealing! I'm going to clean you up!! "

Ghosts!!

Zhang Meiqian's eyes widened, she screamed in her mouth, turned her head and ran towards the mouth of the alley, but her hands suddenly appeared in front of her, grabbed her neck fiercely, and lifted her up from the ground!

"Stealing?! I don't think you steal it! "

"Let go... Let go of me..."

Zhang Meiqian's face turned red, but she couldn't see who was pinching her at all, she could only feel the hand holding her neck, tightening tighter and tighter, dragging her backwards, the heels of her leather shoes rubbing against the ground, making a screeching sound.

"Don't... Hmmmm..."

Zhang Meiqian struggled desperately, but to no avail, her face gradually turned purple due to suffocation.

The man's palm slammed into force and threw Zhang Meiqian to the corner of the wall where the garbage was piled up!

Zhang Meiqian snorted, her neck was directly twisted, and she fell into the garbage heap, her head slowly drooped, and her hands fell weakly to her legs, as if she was out of breath.

"Hmph, you deserve it!"

Looking at Zhang Meiqian lying in the garbage heap, Ping's mother snorted coldly and turned around to go back in the direction of Jiajia Building.

And just after Ping's mother left, a woman walked out of the dark corner, her face was still a little sneering, obviously the scene of Fang Ping's mother killing Zhang Meiqian, all in the eyes.

The woman glanced indifferently at the corpse on the ground, and was about to turn away when a deep voice suddenly sounded behind her.

"Mirai Yamamoto."

Who?!

Mirai Yamamoto frowned, and his heart suddenly became vigilant.

She turned her head and saw that at the corner of the alley, a handsome man in a windbreaker was leaning against the wall, I don't know how long he had been standing there, looking at her with a faint expression, and his deep eyes were still a little scrutiny.

Mirai Yamamoto was stunned.

She felt a strange feeling from this man that she had never felt before, and the hostility and vigilance that had suddenly arisen in her heart dissipated in an instant and disappeared without a trace.

Mirai Yamamoto was shocked to find that in front of this man, she didn't even have much desire to fight him, only the fear that came from the depths of her heart, and... Wants to surrender at the feet of men.

That's right, surrender.

Chu Heng leaned against the wall and lightly looked at Yamamoto Mirai not far away.

The heroic short hair makes her facial features appear more three-dimensional, apricot eyes and high nose, and slightly thick lips add a bit of sexiness, but because she hasn't laughed for too long, her temperament has become more cold, and her curvaceous and full figure is hidden in a dark red coat.

When Chu Heng came here, Ping's mother had already killed Zhang Meiqian, and he wanted to directly solve Ping's mother, but he unexpectedly saw Yamamoto Mirai who was standing in the dark and watching all this.