The Wealthy Psychic Lady: 99 Stolen Kisses

"So, Miss Xu Youran, you are also going to be a mother. How can you bear to shoot me again and again, and want to see my son become a motherless child?"

"I can't talk about you horizontally. Since it's a joke to see me, let's go after reading it."

An Xiaomen's voice was pleasant, "Naturally, I came to see your joke. After seeing it this time, it's gone. How can I take a good look at it. The woman who hurt me three or five times actually ended up in this end. Happy, Xu Youran, even if you are not here, sooner or later will die in my hands, sooner or later, we will show mercy and do not torture you, and decided to give you a happy, what kind of death you want law?"

Xu Youran sighed in his chest, "euthanasia."

"This decent way of death is not for you."

"Don't you ask me what kind of death I want?"

"I asked you to return to you, but did not say that it must be implemented according to what you said." An Xiaomen said with a smile and said, "Well, apply oil on the face, it is bloodless."

She turned to ask the man next to her, "How?"

"Very good."

An Xiaomen turned and went out, Jin Qingyan followed closely behind.

The door slammed shut.

Xu Youran softened. If it weren't for the hard bed beside her with two arms, she would lie there as if she had no bones.

Feel the message that Death is coming.

This sense of fear left her embarrassed.

Xu Youran regretted this moment.

If she didn't provoke Jin Qingyan An Xiaomeng from the beginning, she would be a child of Xu family in Xu family. The secret that she is a child of Xu family would continue. It would be impossible to find out and she would live. Very secure.

Revenge and desire / destiny blinded her eyes and mind.

As a result, revenge was not achieved, and he was trapped in it and could not extricate himself.

Until today, she suddenly realized that what fame, fortune, wealth, and status are not important to him / her, what is important is life.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

She never had a chance to start again.

"Well!" With a sound, the closed door was reopened again, entering seven or eight men from the outside.

Seeing this, Xu Youran turned pale and leaned back, clinging to the wall, "What are you doing!"

Fan Shixin came in from the outside, "Ms. Xu, what are you talking about? Of course, you will not be allowed to continue to suffer here, and you will not be allowed to live a life without paying rent and staying in charge. Go, after 18 years you will still be a good man . "

"No, I don't !!!!"

When people are about to die, they are afraid.

No one is not afraid.

Xu Youran's resistance and struggle were useless. She was quickly pressed to the bed, her hands and feet tied to the four corners of the bed, and a piece of oil paper covered her face.

Her head was pressed so tightly that she was not allowed to move at all.

At first she still had the strength to twist her body. Gradually, as she could breathe less and less oxygen, she entered a state of hypoxia.

She desperately wanted to breathe. The oily paper was against her nose and mouth, the more she couldn't breathe.

Xu Youran was uncomfortable. He could not cry if he wanted to cry.

Her consciousness is gradually weakening. There are some pictures appearing in her mind one after another. There are pictures of her trying to hurt An Xiaomen. There are also reports of Chi Ruier being thrown from a high-rise building. She and Yuan Mingzhu sat together and talked joyfully when the mother Jin was killed ...

Everything seems to have passed away.

Really, if she still has the next life, she won't do calculations anymore, she must live well ...

Is there another life?

Xu Youran didn't know that as her last breath finally stopped, she would never have a chance to think about other issues.

"Captain, you're out of breath."

"Well, the secret cremated, and the ashes were scattered into the river."

"Yes."

Fan Shixin came out of the basement and saw two figures far away. He trot along and ran away.

"Master, it's done."

"Oh, I see."

"Boss, that guy is calling again!"

An Xiaomen pulled out her phone from her bag, glanced at the caller ID, and frowned.

Generally Pan Zhenghui calls her on business.

"Director Pan."

Pan Zhenghui's voice came from the phone. He asked tentatively, "Xiao Ning, how busy are you?"

"I'm busy every day."

"It ’s like that, I do n’t know if you read the news. Our country ’s archeological team found a hole in the barren hill. There is a coffin inside the cave. The archeological team was afraid to enter. Go to the police station and let the contact contact you. Can you go and see? "

An Xiaomen knew nothing good.

"Why didn't you dare enter? Can you explain the situation?"

"Xiao Ning, if you have time to come to the police station, they are here, you can meet and listen to the detailed information, if it is really mysterious, I really dare not work, and you drive." Pan Zhenghui asked again, "Why not you Tell me where you are, and I'll have someone pick you up in person? "

"I have a car myself, forget it, I'll go there."

Upon hearing this, Pan Zhenghui replied cheerfully, "Okay, we are waiting for you."

Jin Qingyan next to her saw that she hung up the phone and asked, "Does the police need you to investigate the case?"

"No, the archeological team found a coffin on a barren hill. It seemed very dark. They didn't dare to go in and asked me to go to the police station." An Xiaomen muttered, "I don't want to worry about this side of things."

"Just leave it alone and don't let yourself get tired."

An Xiaomen stepped out of the gate and pulled into the car.

Jin Qingyan stood and watched her car go away, Fan Shixin said quietly, "Master, I think Miss An's attitude towards you is not so sharp. You have every hope to chase An Xiaomen back again. You have to work harder. "

Someone glanced at him, "Don't worry."

"Ah?" Fan Shixin didn't understand. "Why not worry?"

"The beloved lunch has a bite to eat, and it's so gobbling that it catches your throat and accidentally suffocates.

"..."

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Driving to the police compound, Pan Zhenghui stepped forward to greet her. No one in the police station could enjoy such treatment.

Pan Zhenghui rubbed his hands. "It's cold outside, go in quickly."

"What's the matter?" An Xiaomen asked as he walked.

"People are in the office and let them answer you."

Followed him to the director's office, An Xiaomen looked at the people inside and shook hands with them one by one.

"I won't introduce more, this is Miss An." Pan Zhenghui took the lead and said, "Xiao Ning, they are all members of the National Archaeological Team. Let them tell you the specific situation."