Quick Transmigration Second Female Lead is also Black on the Inside

In the night, the black phantom Bw has been driving on the road for another segment, and then directly turns into a garage not far from the era community.

If Xia Hai is here, you can probably recognize the location of Yehua District.

In the community, each building has only 7 floors, and each floor is a floor layout. Living here will not make you feel that the room is too large to make you lonely, nor will it feel that the space is narrow.

But the idea is so simple, let every room in Yehua sell the price of a small villa.

At least at the beginning of the summer, Hai Ling was also emotional, but it was also discouraged because of this price.

The black and white rooms are predominantly atmospheric and low-key, but all the furnishings are cold because of their lack of popularity.

After Jiang Yan entered the room, he took off his jacket, took the remote control, and turned on the TV on the sofa.

A dim picture of nine surveillance cameras juxtaposed on the screen.

Each picture is aligned with the big bed in the room from different angles, so the screen at the same time presents the picture of nine white women like red lambs, bound and lying on the bed side.

Jiang Yan clicked on one casually and started to play back the video.

The picture repeats everything that happened before. The woman just woke up and stared blankly, she watched him whispered with vigilance, and later ... he ran through her picture ...

In the dim room, he could not see Xia Qiu's expression clearly, but in this picture, he could capture every change of her expression.

He looked carefully and wanted to find out what was wrong in the picture.

From Xia Qiu's remarks, Jiang Yan's body seemed to have countless bugs biting away. All the thoughts of driving all the way were Xia Qiu. She was standing under a street light, she was embarrassed, and smiled in tears. Confession, she turned around and left ...

There must be something unknown in it! He will never fall into her trap!

-Jiang Yan is so convinced and sneer.

So the video was played back on the TV over and over again, the woman's depressive groaning and groaning on the screen, obviously he was not emotional at this time, but the breathing in the room was slightly heavy .

Although he didn't look at him while sitting in the car, her tears, her smile, and her confession hit him so clearly in the adjusted rearview mirror.

For some reason, the tears were like casting a net of heaven and earth. In her gaze, he seemed to have nowhere to run.

Jiang Yan tightened his fist slightly, and Jiang Yan could not help feeling agitated, and the picture at this moment happened to appear after he left.

In the video, Xia Qiu is sitting on the bed, her white body is slightly sloppy, hugging the white pillow and covering herself.

During the monitoring, a clear sound of closed doors was heard. Jiang Yan saw Xia Qiu's eyes looking towards the door, and then holding the pillow, she fell like a vent, dropping herself to the bed, lying silently on the side like death .

Jiang Yan's mind shrank, remembering a pinhole facing the bed, so he quickly changed the picture.

The picture was right to Xia Qiu, and her embrace of the pillow could not hide her spring light, but Jiang Yan's attention at this moment fell on her clear face.

5 #, 6 #, when the screen advances to 8 #, Xia Qiu's face covered by her long hair, her pale lips suddenly ache.

It seemed helpless, but he had to compromise fate ... but there was no trace of hatred.

What is she compromising? !!

Jiang Yan was shocked, and his eyes were choked immediately.

Just a little bit stunned, the cell phone on the sofa suddenly rang.

When seeing the beautiful and pure avatar of the **** the caller ID, Jiang Yan seemed to feel a little guilt in his heart, and his tone became more and more relieved.

"Hey, look, what's the matter so late?"

"Brother Brother! What to do ?! I ... the hospital said I was pregnant!"

Jiang Qingyan choked and said, on the other side of the ocean, apparently panic at this moment.

This is not a pleasing topic, and there is a dark shadow in Jiang Yan's eyes.

He looked at the fixed monitoring picture, and Jiang Qingyan's complaining and crying were in his ears. He skillfully calmed Jiang Qingyan with a gentle tone, but there was not much expression on his face. He could understand Jiang Qingyan's helplessness ... ...

For some reason, it seemed that he suddenly had resistance to Jiang Qingyan. To her, it seemed that he had no such unconditional pampering and pity.