Mommy, don't run!

Nubia couldn't help admiring Han Chengan for the content inside. "It seems that he really deserves his reputation and can achieve such details."

"It's not that he's too good, but that I'm too careless." He Lian, who stood up and moved down, lay on the bed with his hands gently rubbing the center of his eyebrows.

The smell of tobacco on his finger fell on Gu Bohua's hand.

And when he saved Gu Bohua, he shook hands, and the results of sweat test directly proved that he was the last person to contact Gu Bohua.

And Gu Bohua's fingerprint identification on his collar, and so on. All the powerful evidence, these details are caused by his lack of vigilance.

If this thing falls into the hands of others, it will be a fatal blow to him, and it may directly give him the crime of murderer.

Nubia took out a lighter, burned it and threw it to the ground.

Helian smelled the smell of burning paper scraps in the air.

Did not stop Nubia.

Back in bed, Nubia saw that Helian's face was a little ugly, which seemed to be too contradictory.

The tightly wrinkled eyebrows were smoothed by one hand. When I opened my eyes, I saw the person opposite who didn't know when to lean over.

"Why, are you feeling guilty?" Guilt didn't save Gu Bohua?

"No."

"Is that Gu Yancheng?" Conflicts with Gu Yancheng?

The side leaning waist was hugged and carried forward, and Nubia pressed on Helian.

His drooping face rested on Helian's shoulder.

"I'm just curious. Why did he suddenly talk back? Did he plan to clean me up slowly, or did he have another plan?" Didn't Gu Yancheng directly question him before?

He admitted it, and Gu Yancheng clenched his fist at that time, as if he wanted to clean him up, and yelled at him for the rest of his life. Why did he suddenly change his attitude now? For the old man's death, give two words directly: "suicide."

"Gu Yancheng has a deep city government. Keep an eye on everything."

"Yes." After he Lian's answer, he looked away and his breath fell on Nubia's ear.

Nubia did not speak again, but let Helian be quiet. Just as he was about to fall asleep, Helian's very gentle call came from his ear: "Lyon?"

"Well?"

"I'm going to the old man's funeral, too. I'll leave Xia Ming to cook for you?"

When he woke up, he was not afraid of the half hot breath on his sleeping lips

The hand falling on the back of Nubia's waist was raised and fastened on the back of Nubia's head.

The buttoned cheek pressed down, and the firm tip of the nose pressed against the root of Helian's nose.

"He has the heart but not the courage." The chairman of the Nordic chaebol was poisoned in his apartment. Xia Ming is also worried that things can't be cleaned up?

"So?" Nubia raised her face and looked at Helian's face.

Helian's hand pulled back from the back of Nubia's head and looked at Nubia all the time.

"Well?" Nubia frowned and motioned Helian to answer him.

Put your hand in front of Nubian's lip and slide your finger belly over Nubian's lip flap.

Inexplicably thirsty Nubia held Helian's hand and pulled down the hand rubbing his lip flap. Because Helian didn't speak, Nubia felt inexplicably angry and boring. When he got up and was ready to lie next to him, his arm was pulled.

"Why, angry?"

Just now he asked Helian, and Helian ignored him. What did he do?

Nubia did not speak or move, and continued to lean on Helian's shoulder.

The person under the body moved for a moment, and a warm breath came from his ears, as well as a man's hoarse voice: "I'll leave at three o'clock tomorrow morning, take good care of myself, and call me if you have anything."

He said he was ruthless and not ruthless. He said he was affectionate but ruthless. He couldn't touch Helian's heart and him, but he could feel that he warmed people's hair all the time.

Nubia licked her lip and didn't know what to say to Helian.

Helian's forehead touched his eyebrows, with a deceptive tone, "don't be angry with me, I'm not used to cold war with you."

"Yes." He was not used to the cold war with herring.

Always feel uncomfortable lying like this. Nubia pushed Helian down and returned to Helian's arms.

He fell on his neck and smelled the attractive smell. He thought the cigar smelled good before. Later, he found that the tobacco smell of Helian was also very special.

Inexplicable blood boiling, Nubia held Helian's hand and repeatedly added gravity.

"Why, uncomfortable?" Feeling the people in his arms moving back and forth, Helian looked down at Nubia.

"It's okay." Nubia held her breath.

"Is it a stomachache?" He didn't come back tonight to cook for their father and daughter. Did Nubia cook according to the recipe and have a stomachache?

"Leave me alone. You should have a rest early." Nubia got up from the bed.

"Where are you going?" Helian felt that Nubia was suddenly abnormal.

"I have some documents nowhere..."

"Don't move." A direct order from herring.

Nubia is still trying to push Helian away.

Helian's arms around his waist were closed tightly. Nubia couldn't get up at all. She had to keep leaning against Helian all the time.

Nubia's face leaned back to Helian's neck socket and tickled Helian as usual.

Until Helian's breath was even, Nubia took back his hand. Before his palm was completely taken out, he was held by Helian, "Lyon, continue."

"Yes." He always felt that He Lian's sleep was unstable. Like He Lian's, he was probably tired and exhausted. He relied on a belief to support himself and pretended to be strong.

……

When Wu Yurou came down from the third floor, he saw Shang Yurou walking towards the master bedroom with a glass of milk.

Just as he was about to knock on the door, a woman's voice came behind him: "what's the matter?"

"I came down to pour milk and thought of delivering a cup to brother Yancheng."

"Bang -" a light sound of opening the door sounded from the side.

When he returned to the room, he didn't see anyone. He came out to find Gu Yancheng, who had no rest of his life. As soon as he opened the door, he saw the scene at the door of the room, and couldn't help but frown.

"Husband, Miss Shang has brought you milk."

"Thank you." Gu Yancheng stretched out his hand to carry the milk cup in Shang Yurou's hand, "it's getting late. You should have a rest early."

"OK, good night, brother Yancheng."

"Yes."

Shang Yurou left. Gu Yancheng was still standing at the door, holding an iron box for the rest of his life, and deliberately said a sarcastic remark, "Mr. Gu, it seems that your charm will not decrease after your marriage."

Gu Yancheng didn't speak either. When he went in for the rest of his life, he immediately closed the lock.

Wu Yusheng heard a sound from behind: "click" the sound of anti locking the door made people's back tighten. After pausing for a while, Wu Yusheng walked up to the dressing room.

After Gu Yancheng locked the door, he saw that Wu Yusheng had entered the dressing room and followed him in.

There is a suitcase in front of her for the rest of her life. She is packing her clothes and some of her documents are next to her.

"Evening, what are you doing?" Gu Yancheng thought he had no rest of life to go. He began to panic from the bottom of his heart and rushed up to hold the hand of no rest of life.

"Don't you want to go back to the old house? I'll pack my things." For the rest of my life, I think Gu Yancheng is a little strange.

"Oh." It's going back to the old house. That's right“ Let me take it for you. " Gu Yancheng was terrified when he saw that he was tossing back and forth with a big stomach for the rest of his life.

"No, go and have a rest." Compared with her, Gu Yancheng is more tired. The old man died suddenly and his family is in a mess. He will deal with more chaotic scenes soon. He should have a good rest.

"Evening, the scene in the study just now. Don't get me wrong. Nothing happened to her and me."

"My husband is such an honest man. How can he flirt with those people." I will continue to fold my clothes with a smile for the rest of my life.

Gu Yancheng looked down at his reaction for the rest of his life. It seemed that it was really nothing.

"This damn Shao bin!" How dare you lie to him!

"Well, why are you swearing?" Bending back and forth, I was a little tired for the rest of my life. I sat on the long soft stool and beat my arm with my hand.

Gu Yancheng half knelt in front of Wu Yusheng, pulled Wu Yusheng's arm and rubbed it for Wu Yusheng. "It's nothing. In fact, you don't have to pack up things. There are ready clothes and daily necessities in the old house."

No wonder Shao bin wants to go back and pack up. It turns out that he knows himself and is afraid of being beaten up!

This Shao bin, more and more humble! How dare you lie to him!

Gu Yancheng looks no different from usual, but as long as he calms down, there will be a lingering sadness in his eyebrows.

For the rest of his life, he hugged Gu Yancheng's head and patted him on the back.

No matter how calm it was, Gu Yancheng couldn't escape her carefulness. Gu Yancheng leaned in her arms, didn't speak, closed his eyes and sorted out his emotions.

He is not a child. He can't show his sadness as his mother died. His uncle said that if a person looks very fragile, he can't give the person he wants to protect a sense of security.

"Late, I'm fine." He doesn't want to hurt himself with sadness for the rest of his life.

"Yes." Gu Yancheng said that, but he was still worried about him for the rest of his life. Maybe Gu Yancheng should calm down and tidy up his emotions to face the coming situation.

"I'll take a bath first."

"OK."

After leaving the dressing room for the rest of his life, Gu Yancheng stood up and sat where he had just sat for the rest of his life, packed up his clothes for the rest of his life, and put all his documents in his pockets. These things must not be held by his family, especially his household register.

After cleaning up, Gu Yancheng's mobile phone vibrated in his pocket.

When taking out the mobile phone, he glanced at the iron box next to him, opened the box first, and then answered the phone.

"What's the matter?" What's new with calling so late?

The smell of cake came to Gu Yancheng's nostrils. Gu Yancheng picked up a piece and stuffed it into his mouth. It was sour, sweet and delicious.

"I think so. I still have to tell you, or I'll be upset."

"Where are you?" Why does the phone sound like a response, and the tone is a little strange. Gu Yancheng is worried about whether something has happened to Han Chengan.

"Constipation, shit."

"..." he felt a little talkative.

"Brother, I didn't disturb your mood to eat, did I?" Judge Gu Yancheng's voice and draw a conclusion that Gu Yancheng should be eating.

"Say something!" crap!

"Oh, that's right. I made another autopsy report. According to the report, the last person I came into contact with your old man at that time should be the third."

"Yes." As he guessed, it was Herring's right.

Han Cheng settled down and continued: "they should have had some disputes. Although there was no monitoring at that time, according to the autopsy report, the old man should have saved him when he fell from the building, because the old man's joint was dislocated. From the third shot and the injury on your stepmother's face, it seems that your old man wants to kill, but he can't fall off a building. "

At that time, opened the operation room door, Chen Peiru rushed over, he saw Chen Peiru's face with a foundation can not stop the palm print.

"Does he know about it?" Sure enough, there is an inside story behind this matter.