The Wealthy Psychic Lady: 99 Stolen Kisses

The living room was quiet again. Aunt Chen and his servants cleaned up the dining table. Jin Qingyan looked at the creator, "Here you feel relieved?"

"Distressed?" An Xiaomen asked without thinking, "If it hurts, just catch up and coax."

Jin Qingyan's eyes froze, without being asked by her, he didn't have this consciousness, it was strange, watching her tease Chi Ruier, he didn't feel angry.

Seeing that he didn't speak, An Xiaomen immediately asked, "What? Your main point?"

"No," he said slowly. "I didn't feel bad about her. People have brought them. Let's go and see them together."

"it is good."

In the back room, a young woman was tied to a chair and sat. If this woman were to be described, An Xiaomeng was sure that she had never seen her before, let alone know her.

This is obviously instructed.

"Jin Qingyan! Jin Qingyan!" Seeing them coming in, the woman looked very excited, and her face was full of excited emotions, just like the crazy brain chaser.

"Okay, pretend." An Xiaomen pierced her directly. "Say, who directed you?"

The woman was dumbfounded for a few seconds, then refuted, "No one instructed me, I did it myself, I like Jin Qingyan, so I hate you!"

"I don't have time to spend time with you here, and care about your food and accommodation. If you don't say it, I can make you say it."

An Xiaomen didn't want to say more to her, "Captain Fan, get me the dead mice, and also collect her call and SMS records and information on all the electronic communication equipment she uses."

"Yes, grandma."

The woman tightened her heart, "What the **** do you want to do?"

"Why, you'll know when you wait. I didn't say it, I have a way for you to say, who instructed you." An Xiaojing sat not far from her, her legs were raised, and she looked at it leisurely she was.

Jin Qingyan said nothing from beginning to end, and gave the initiative to his wife.

As time passed, the woman screamed when she saw Jin Qingyan, and she was very quiet after talking with An Xiaomeng.

Such acting skills simply can not pass the barrier between An Xiaomeng and Jin Qingyan.

A few minutes later, Fan Shixin brought the mouse over. "Young grandma, the information has been searched, and I believe that the results will come soon."

An Xiaomen said, "Leave these dead mice first, wait, we have time."

The woman glanced at the corpses of a group of dead mice, wondering what she wanted to do to her, and she had no idea.

This bottomless mood became more and more serious, and as time went by, her worries still came.

"Although she deleted all the information on her computer and mobile phone, we have recovered all of them, young grandma, please see." Xiao Huang sent a notebook to An Xiaomen, "I have also copied this on my phone It's up. "

An Xiaoli glanced at the woman not far away, then put the notebook on her lap, and looked at the content on the screen.

Jin Qingyan stood beside her and followed him.

There is not much text information, it does not directly show who it is, only it is a woman.

Phone text messages, mobile phone numbers, IP addresses came from many places, and each time they were marked by Xiao Huang, two of them were displayed in Jin's old house.

The other IP addresses are marked by either a five-star hotel, near Shi Shaochuan's house, or a fine restaurant.

Behind the scenes, the master has been thoroughly exposed.

It is impossible for the Jin family's servants to go to a high-end hotel, a high-end restaurant, and near the Shi Shaochuan house.

An Xiaomen's mood was a bit unsettled. She handed the notebook back to Xiao Huang. "Send these to my mailbox, delete the contents of the notebook and give it to her."

"Ok."

For a second of silence, An Xiaomen looked up at her husband Jin Qingyan.

"You said that, if you find the master behind the scenes, let her hold the dead mice with her hands to apologize to me."

"Although I'm talking about Ruier, it still works."

An Xiaolim folded her arms with her hands and stood up, "I'm relieved when you say that."

I took out my phone, opened the recording, and stepped forward to ask, "Now I already know who it is, do you still not say?"

"I said that I did it, how you like it, but I just hope you can release me." She died hard and said firmly that she did it alone.

"Okay, she said she made it. These dead mice, let her give me one of them so raw, and no one is allowed to stay." An Xiaojing smiled, "I watched and ate After that you can go. "

The woman was stunned, and she never expected that the grandma Jin family in front of her was so heartless.

Did she let all of these ... be eaten raw?

Think about it and feel sick, how to eat it.

"I don't eat ..." She tilted her head.

"Isn't it that you say whatever I want to do to you, let me release you? Why, can't I do it again now?"

She whispered, "I just mailed you dead mice, but you asked me to eat them all. You might be too changeable / TAI."

"People do n’t offend me, I do n’t offend people. If they offend me, they will be courteous. People will offend me again. The rats all swallowed me and walked away. You should measure it yourself, yes, don't try to lie to me, or ... I won't say it too well, otherwise there is no room for imagination. "She stopped there.

The woman was shocked by her unhurried words.

She felt that An Xiaomeng would definitely make her eat, it was definitely not that simple to scare her.

"I'll give you another minute." She looked at the time and knew in her heart.

The woman became stunned. She glanced at Jin Qingyan and glanced at An Xiaomen, "Can I speak to Jin Qingyan alone?"

"No, fast delivery is for me, mainly for me. What does it mean to tell him alone?" She had a vague answer in her heart, and waited for her to say.

"Well then, it was Miss Jin who made me do this."

"Who is Miss Jin, say her name."

"Jin Qingyue."

It was another death, Fan Shixin held An Xiaomen's face, thinking she would be furious, but she did n’t. She just saved the recording of her mobile phone, put it back in her pocket, turned away and explained to herself as she walked. She let go and let her go. "

"Ma'am, don't you want to listen to the ins and outs?"

"no need."

Jin Qingyan followed closely and came forward to hold her hand.

"Little lemon."

The clouds on An Xiaomeng were light and windy, "Huh?"

"I asked her to apologize to you with the dead mouse in her hand."

"Okay, I'll wait," she answered.