Chapter 115： Door-to-door son-in-law (Isnt he good?) (1/2)

Jiang Yu returned to the private room, obviously a little out of control, his eyes always drifting toward the door.

She is not afraid of Huo Cheng, but what she fears most is... Huo Cheng meets Qiu Li.

Some time ago, in the case of Haicheng smuggling cultural relics, the main culprit was Huo Cheng's cousin, and Huo Cheng and Qiu Li, Liangzi, were completely settled.

However, the [Knowledge] app still did not send Jiang Yu the news of the success of the mission. With the lessons learned from Cheng Ye, Jiang Yu will no longer take it lightly.

The mission was unsuccessful, indicating that Qiu Li still has not escaped the fate of the previous life.

Jiang Yu was already very careful and asked him to move into the house, take care of him, and distribute his father to him. He thought that everything would gradually become clear.

However, the moment she saw Huo Cheng, her mentality completely collapsed.

Huo Cheng is back, what will happen later, Jiang Yu dare not think...

Qiu Li asked Jiang Yuhun in a low voice, ”What's wrong?”

”A little tired, I want to go home.”

He decisively ended the game he was on, and left the board game room with Jiang Yu.

When he went out, Jiang Yu looked around in shock, but fortunately he didn't see Huo Cheng.

I was worried that Qiu Li would run into him.

But he should also play games with his friends in the box.

It was just a coincidence that Jiang Yu comforted herself. It has been so many years, between her and Huo Cheng... Maybe Huo Cheng has nothing to do, and even if they meet by chance, they have the right to be a stranger.

There is no need to be afraid.

...

Xie Yuan didn't let Qiu Li live in Jiang Yu's bedroom, and he also cleaned up the next room to live in.

At night, Jiang Yu inevitably had a nightmare.

In the dream, she seemed to have returned to her previous life. In the torture of the man's punches and kicks, she lay on the cold floor, embracing herself in her hands.

The thin nightdress couldn't hide the bruises on her body, and she saw the thin figure of the man by the French window not far away.

Huocheng's psychiatrist, Qiu Li.

The indifferent black pupil seemed to have no human emotions, like a messenger from hell.

Huo Cheng drunk and fell asleep, she was lying on the cold floor mountain like a chopping board discarded at will, her eyes staring at the ceiling blankly.

A drop of tears couldn't come out, and there was only silence in his eyes.

Soon, the man walked up to her and picked her up gently, as if holding an injured little beast.

The arms are cold, but the voice is gentle--

”Sleep for a while.”

Jiang Yu was hugged to the sofa by him, and a coat was put on her. She closed her eyes sinkingly, and she felt sleepy.

But she could still feel the man's fingertips very tenderly touching the bruises on her arm, and then slowly applying cool ointment to her.

His voice is low and magnetic, slowly drifting into her dreams-

”The dream is beautiful. There are blue sky and white clouds. The white clouds are as soft as marshmallows. The endless grassland is full of unknown little flowers and glowing with crystal dew. The light rain is lying on the grass, smelling the fragrance of the soil, and the breeze is blowing. On the cheeks, as if a feather fell...”

During his slow hypnosis, Jiang Yu had a good night's sleep for the first time in two years.

And when she opened her eyes again and left the house empty, there was only the drunk demon with a sharp fruit knife stuck in her chest.

There are many wounds in my abdomen and chest. I don't know how many stabs I have been stabbed.

He was dead, and the body was not warm.

Qiu Li sat on the ground with blood on his hands and a smile on the corners of his mouth, very cold.

She looked at him with a devilish smile, and her thin body trembled.

Qiu Li did it!

Later, he was handcuffed and escorted into a police car, turning around and looking at her.

He was expressionless, but his handcuffed secretly compared his heart.

...

In the middle of the night, Jiang Yu woke up from the dream, Qiu Li was still reading, hearing her movement, came from the next room.

”Why, have a nightmare?”

Jiang Yu's trembling hand grabbed Qiuli's collar and looked at his dark and shiny eyes across the deep night.

Her lips trembled, trying to tell him not to kill, but for a long time, she only called out tremblingly: ”A Li.”

Qiuli frowned slightly, and reached out to hold the girl's shoulder blades, only to find that his back was moisturized.

”What did you dream of?”

”It's terrible.” Jiang Yu tugged at him collapsed: ”Dreaming that you are in jail.”

Qiu Li:...

”Don't you want me to die, you want me to go to jail?”

Jiang Yu hugged his waist, crying and said, ”Who made you so... so unbehaved.”

Qiu Li smiled helplessly: ”I will do whatever you ask me to do. Isn't it good?”

”Don't go tonight, stay with me.” She only felt a little relieved if she hugged him.

That night, Qiu Li had never been gentle before, and there was only one posture from start to finish, which was to hold her and slowly move.

He didn't take care of himself, he was just comforting her in this way.

In his soft whisper, Jiang Yu fell into a beautiful dream again.

The unprecedented and excellent experience that night was enough to make her unforgettable in her life.

So that when I woke up the next morning, when I washed my face and brushed my teeth, I looked at my flushed cheeks and felt very ashamed.

Sooner or later, he died in the arms of this man.

...

After that day, Jiang Yu never saw Huo Cheng again. Gradually, she really took that encounter as a coincidence.

Perhaps Huo Cheng didn't take her to heart at all. After all, so many years have passed, the childish entanglements of the student days are not worth mentioning in the long life process.

That afternoon, Jiang Manyi went to the ”Stroll” bar to pay the employees. Jiang Yu hurried over and told her that Cheng Ye was injured during filming.

Jiang Manyi immediately lost his work and drove to Dehui Private Hospital with Jiang Yu.

This hospital generally admits high-ranking patients or celebrities, and ordinary people do not come to this kind of hospital for medical treatment.