Chapter 167 (1/2)

I'm really miserable. After being taken to the police station by the police, they cross examined me as a homicide suspect. Don't ask me too carefully.

Mingming process only three or five minutes, Leng is described by me as a soul stirring suspense movie.

I looked at the police comrades with tears in their eyes: ”that fruit knife is really Sheng Yan's, it has nothing to do with me.”

”Don't mention it. You can have a guess.” I shook his arm, and he drove around on the road.

”It's all in your face. What else can I say?” He drives without expression.

I also plan to sell a pass: ”what do you think the test results are?”

I thought he was going to Sheng Yanyan's ward, but he accompanied me to bandage, took the medicine and took me out of the hospital. I forgot to tell him the test results.

I've been injured a lot. I've never been so intensive in half my life before.

So I got another tetanus shot on my ass and limped out of the doctor's office.

The surgeon took it apart and cleaned it for me again. The doctor said that Sheng Yanyan's fruit knife was rusty and not clean. If it was not handled in time, it would be inflamed and possibly tetanus.

I don't know what I'm saying. I just know that my arm hurts a lot.

Sang Qi said that I am a native. He said that rock is not to listen to its rhythm, but to listen to what he expressed in the music.

I can't appreciate it. I can't hear it clearly.

Sang Qi is not interested in pop songs. He prefers to listen to heavy metals.

”Ha, you're talking about the title of a song. Have you ever heard of it? Wang Fei sang it. At that time, Wang Fei was also called Wang Jingwen. ”

”You're the most vulnerable woman I've ever seen.”

”You see,” I said to him happily, pointing to the red paper, ”God has taken my disaster away, so it's OK.”

When we walked out of the parking lot, the wind outside blew down the red paper on the eyelids of Sang Qi and floated away with the wind.

I smile on my face, but I know that love can really make one person become another person. What I don't believe at all will become suspicious. Then I will accept it and do anything for the good of the other person.

He took my hand and walked on, ignoring me.

I pointed to his eyes: ”don't you believe it?”

Then I opened the door and got off with a smile. When he came around to me, I found that the red paper on his eyelids magically changed back.

”Nerves He gave me a white look.

”You don't know! The eyelid jumps pastes a piece of red paper to be able to eliminate the disaster to solve the difficulty

He was so funny. He blinked and let the red paper fall down: ”why?”

I happened to have a red paper bag in my bag. I tore off a corner of it and dipped it in saliva to stick it on his eyelids.

”What?” I almost did not hear clearly, funny to his face in front of him again flattered: you are so superstitious? Right eyelid jump what do you think happened to me? That's good... ”

Then he hummed again in a very low voice, ”I'm jumping on my right eyelid this morning.”

He just touched me with his forehead

This dialogue is very similar to the dialogue of the hero in Qiongyao's book that I have seen before. I struggle out of his arms, holding his face in both hands: why do I tremble? It's just a little thing. ”

”I received a call from the driver, and the whole person was shaking. At the summer solstice, don't create this kind of accident next time. Will you scare me?”

He held me for a long time and didn't speak. I was about to struggle, and his voice rang softly in my ear.