The Young Wife is Pregnant:Pampered and Teased by Young Master Marshall

"Ann is not dead."

A light sentence.

It's also a very calm sentence.

Mo Jing Yao seconds Leng, then said: "how do you know?"

"There are no bones of her in the reed marsh, not a single fragment." Yuse soaks the fried dough sticks in soybean milk and tastes fragrant.

Mo Jingyao suddenly remembered that metaphor is not an ordinary doctor.

She never needs to feel her pulse when she sees a patient. She can diagnose any disease at a glance.

So, when she looked at the fragments of the floating bodies in the reed marsh, she knew whether there were Yang an's bones in it.

It turned out that she had known for a long time that Yang an was not dead.

"What about him?" Mo Jingyao hesitated for a moment. He wanted to know the whereabouts of Meng Hanzhou so much that although he knew that Yu se might not answer him, he still asked.

Always his brother, he is very concerned about the life and death of Meng Hanzhou.

As a result, as expected, Mo Jingyao said, "I don't want to mention him."

If time could turn back, she would not go to Guanda club with Yang An'an and Lin Ruoyan.

If time could turn back, she would not use Meng Hanzhou as Yang an's antidote that night. She could change to an unknown man. For example, even the world was better than Meng Hanzhou.

If time could turn around, she would not agree to let Meng Hanzhou take Yang an away from the restaurant and NANDA.

If time could turn back, she would definitely pick up Mo Jingyao's call early that night.

But time can't turn back.

All her thoughts are just waiting in silence.

Waiting for Meng Hanzhou to return Yang An'an.

Yang an is not dead.

Meng Hanzhou is not dead either.

There was no smell of their bodies in the reed marshes.

She can smell people she knows.

Originally, she didn't know her ability. This time she went to the reed marsh of Xiangfei courtyard and found her super ability.

Seeing Yu SE's refusal to speak, Mo Jingyao's eyes darkened. After thinking about it, he said, "what about Mei Yushu?"

"Dead. I think his name will be in the forensic report in a day or two."

It's impossible to piece together a complete human body, all of which are body fragments.

But it's possible to identify everyone through the tissue.

"Are you sure?" As soon as Mo Jingyao's eyes brightened, he could be sure that Meng Hanzhou was not dead.

Because, with metaphor, the hatred of Meng Hanzhou is no less than that of Mei Yushu.

She said Mei Yushu died, but she didn't mention Meng Hanzhou's death.

That means Meng Hanzhou didn't die as she wanted.

So she didn't want to mention the man in menghanzhou.

This is understandable.

If Meng Hanzhou had not taken Yang an to the appointment, Yang an would not have disappeared now.

Although it is certain that there is no corpse of Yang an in the reed marsh, as long as you don't see people for a day, you can't be at ease.

It's not certain for a day that they're really alive.

"Sure." That feminine and beautiful man, she looked at him for the first time.

It's good to be dead.

It's clean when it's dead.

That's a disaster.

If we didn't go to his appointment, what would happen to Yang an.

She even thought that the reason why Meng Hanzhou brought Yang An'an with him was because of Mei Yushu's proposal.

Otherwise, for no reason Meng Hanzhou could not have said that he would take Yang an with him.

That day, from morning to sunset, Yang An'an was always in the joy Meng Hanzhou gave her.

As a result, at night, he took her to the reeds in hell.

There, now also belongs to her metaphorical nightmare general existence.

She thought that she would never be near reed marshes in her life.

"Where did Meng Hanzhou and Yang An'an go?" Mo Jingyao asked carefully, and wanted to hear Yu se give her a conclusion about whether Meng Hanzhou is dead or alive.

Yu se rolled his eyes, "has Meng Hanzhou said recently that he wants to retire?"

Mo Jingyao's eyes lit up again. "So, do you mean he's hiding?"

"It's just a guess." The metaphor is light.

About Meng Hanzhou, she didn't know and didn't know.

All the things she knew about Meng Hanzhou were known through Mo Jingyao.

Mo Jingyao didn't tell her, so she relied on speculation.

With their own medical skills, to judge the current situation of menghanzhou.

Hearing her saying that she was just guessing, Mo Jingyao touched his chin thoughtfully. After a while, he raised his head and rubbed Yu SE's head. "What you said is reasonable. Before Meng Hanzhou's accident, it was different from usual. It seems that I underestimated him before.""Then you go to find out where he is different from usual," Yu se said hastily.

Even people like Mo Jingyao don't know the whereabouts of Meng Hanzhou. It can be seen that before he disappeared, he erased all traces that might have been traced.

It's clean.

Yu se even thinks that the choice of reed marsh may be disclosed to Mei Yushu by Meng Hanzhou intentionally or unintentionally.

Meng Hanzhou thought he could hide it from everyone.

But never thought, she is a as long as sweep one eye, can confirm those corpses and he has nothing to do with Yang an.

It doesn't even need any equipment to screen and confirm.

"Good." Mo Jingyao readily agreed. At this moment, his face, which had not been shaved for a long time, was a little clear at last.

"By the way, you'd better pay attention to the results of the corpses sent to the forensic examination in the past two days. I think..."

"You mean Meng Hanzhou will remove the test results?" Mo Jingyao's eyes were brighter, and now he felt that the little woman in front of him was about to become an expert in reasoning.

"Well, I guess, otherwise, if he and Yang An'an are not dead, shouldn't they tell you or me at the first time? But he didn't, so his purpose should be to deliberately create the result of his own death, and bring with him an an, which is easier to believe. " Leisurely said, Yu se scooped a spoonful of porridge to feed the mouth, thick, delicious.

"Congee cooked long ago?" Otherwise, since Mo Jingyao got up to cook breakfast, he can't cook such thick porridge. It's soft and sweet.

Yu se loves this porridge very much and can't help eating one more bowl.

"Well." He cooked it before dawn and went back to bed to sleep with her.

After all, she had a long sleep, and he felt that she would wake up early this morning.

Sure enough, I woke up.

"Mo Jingyao, in your men's eyes, the most important thing is not women, but your own goals, right?"

The voice of metaphor is very light and low.

Low and dumb, like the chatter of lovers, but in Mo Jingyao's ear, it was the alarm bell, "small color, no, my goal is only you."

The metaphor blinked, "your goal is only me?"

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