"For you, this is what I saw on the sofa when I was cleaning the room. You are anxious!"

Liu Mengran smiled and took the sealed bag and handed it to Wu Zhiyuan.

"Silver ring, my silver ring!" Wu Zhiyuan trembled with his hands, took the dense wind bag, and sat on the sofa.

Liu Mengran's smile also froze on his face as he moved.

Wu Zhiyuan's actions all fell into her eyes.

After taking the sealed bag, there was only the pair of silver rings in his eyes!

He took out the silver ring carefully, and his hands gently stroked it, as if he was stroking a person's face. He looked at the pair of silver rings, and his eyes were as gentle as water, and he was as if he was looking at a woman.

He didn't look at her at all.

Liu Mengran was a little sad, a little lost, and a little uneasy.

She raised her head slightly and looked at the food on the table. The bowl of originally steaming pork rib soup was cold at this time!

He had never seen Wu Zhiyuan so nervous about something. She also understood that he was nervous about someone, and this person was not her.

Liu Mengran stood at the dining table blankly, clenching the corner of her clothes with her hands unconsciously. She looked at Wu Zhiyuan, and her expression changed with Wu Zhiyuan's movements.

When Wu Zhiyuan carefully put the pair of silver rings into his pocket and took out the confession from the sealed bag, Liu Mengran's heart beat violently unconsciously.

She began to become extremely nervous.

But Wu Zhiyuan seemed to be careless about the confession, took out the lighter, lit it, and put it in the ashtray until the envelope was completely turned into ashes. At this time, he finally slowly raised his head.

"Have you seen it?" Wu Zhiyuan asked calmly.

"I..." Liu Mengran wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything.

Wu Zhiyuan shook his head slightly, expressionless, and could not see what he was thinking.

"This is all nonsense, and it's no big deal, but you look at it, it's actually not good for you. The more you know, the more dangerous you are!"

"I'm sorry...I...I just want to know you a little more, I..."

"Sister! I didn't blame you!"

Wu Zhiyuan sighed lightly, he couldn't see Liu Mengran's thoughts, she must have thought she was angry.

Wu Zhiyuan also knew that she cared about him so much that she was worried about gains and losses.

"Sister, sit here, I have something to say to you!" Wu Zhiyuan patted the sofa lightly, his tone softening.

Liu Mengran heard the sound, but she felt relieved. She walked over slowly and sat beside Wu Zhiyuan.

Wu Zhi turned around, looked at her, and said softly: "Sister, do you like me?"

"Yeah!" Liu Mengran nodded vigorously. Although she felt that Wu Zhiyuan asked suddenly and her cheeks were already red, she did not hesitate at this moment.

She likes Wu Zhiyuan and she likes it from the beginning.

She knew that Wu Zhiyuan had someone else in her heart, and she knew that it would be painful, but she did not hesitate.

She didn't ask for anything else, she just wanted to stay by his side quietly and could watch him, but her requirements were not high. If Wu Zhiyuan didn't ask, she wouldn't say it.

But everyone is eager to get the attention of others, especially those they like, and Liu Mengran is no exception.

She also longed for Wu Zhiyuan to think of her, care about her, and value her at some point.

Even if it's a while every day, she's satisfied.

"What's the point of liking me?" Wu Zhiyuan stretched out his hand, stroked her face, and pinned a strand of her hair behind her ears.

"Sister! Follow me, you are destined to have no future. You have finally come out and you should have your own life!" Wu Zhiyuan said seriously.

He carefully thought about the words and said that Liu Mengran was too sensitive to certain words and would stab her if she was not careful.

He still remembered that he had sent her to the station before. In the waiting room, someone was discussing the case of floating corpse in Wujiang, talking about the female deceased, saying a prostitute.

At that time, he saw Liu Mengran's extremely pale face.

But he had to say some things, and he had to make it clear. Otherwise, if this continues, it would be a kind of harm to Liu Mengran.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Liu Mengran's face changed.

"No! I just like you! I want to follow you!"

Liu Mengran's voice rose, "I will leave until you find her!"

"Sister, listen to me!"

Wu Zhiyuan was a little bitter, and Liu Mengran's character of softness on the outside and hard on the inside was known, but it was never a solution to continue like this.

"There was a man who was as beautiful and understanding as you, but in the end... and died in my arms because of me!"

"I'm not afraid of death. I'm not afraid of anything with you!" Liu Mengran laughed. She knew that he didn't dislike her, she was a prostitute, and she was dirty.

He was worried about her, so he let her go.

But will she have it?

"I have someone else in my heart, there has always been only one person, only her, you know, I can't..."

"Stop talking, I know!" Her finger pressed on his lips, "Don't say such things in the future, don't try to drive me away, okay?"

"I don't regret it!"

She said, holding his face, her lips were printed on his lips, and a gentle kiss was like a dragonfly squirting water, and it was about to part with a touch.

Before Wu Zhiyuan could come back to his senses, she had already returned to the dining table, picked up the dishes and started eating silently.

"Let's talk about it later!"

Wu Zhiyuan murmured softly, turned his head to look out the window. It was dark at this moment!

"It's time to act!"

As his eyes narrowed, Wu Zhiyuan walked into the room, changed into a black dress, walked out with a bag on his back.

"Sister, I'll go out!" he said, his figure disappeared in the room.

"I'll wait for you to come back..."

Liu Mengran put down the bowls and chopsticks, repeated what Wu Zhiyuan said during the day before leaving, looking at the direction of the door, a smile of relief finally appeared on her face.

...

The night is deep and blurry.

On the edge of Wu River, there is a row of desolate lights that shine on the river, gentle and desolate, like a charming young woman, looking forward to her husband who has not returned home, as if it is close to you and out of reach.

There was a figure carrying a bag on his back and walking along the riverside toward the villa area.

No. 68, Villa Area, Chengnan.

This is a majestic building, with Chinese and Western styles combined. It sits on the mountain, like a giant standing proudly under the sky.

On its front, between pavilions and towers, there are intertwined dogs and teeth, small bridges and flowing water, and green green.

However, at this time, the entire villa was pitch black, and apart from a flash of windows, it still revealed a little light.

This is the third floor of the villa, and this is a study room.

In the study, there were two people, a gentle middle-aged man and a greasy and powdery young man.

At this time, the middle-aged man was sitting on a chair, staring at the young man angrily, looking as if he was disappointed.

"Bastard! If something big happens, you will never repent. At this time, you still dare to go out and hang out. When will you be more sensible?"

"Dad! The deaths of those women have nothing to do with me. Isn't the case closed today? The list of murderers has been released, what are you still worried about..."

The young man stood opposite, across a table, several meters away. Although he seemed to be fighting for reason, he did not dare to look up. His voice became smaller and smaller, and his steps kept retreating.

"You!" The middle-aged man slapped the table and was furious. He pointed at his son, trembling in the air, and finally let go powerlessly.

"I have already obtained a visa for you. I will go abroad tomorrow to avoid it. I will come back when the weather is calm!"

"What's good about abroad? I won't go, I haven't broken the law, I..."

The young man wanted to say something, but then he saw that his father's face looked extremely ugly, and he immediately closed his mouth and did not dare to speak again.

"This is your passport, get out!" The middle-aged man couldn't bear it anymore, threw the passport onto the young man, and then sat down dejectedly, "What kind of evil did I commit in my previous life? I'm such a dissatisfied person!"

"Then... I'll go back to bed first!" said the young man with his passport and tremblingly.

"Get out!" The middle-aged man waved his hand impatiently until his son walked out of the study. He let out a long breath, closed his eyes slightly, and leaned weakly on the chair.

"Bang!"

"ah!"

At this moment, outside the study room, a scream was heard, and the middle-aged man fluttered and stood up.

"Bang!"

Before he could think too much, he saw that his son, who had just walked out of the room, flew in backwards and smashed on the ground with all his backs.

"Who?" the middle-aged man shouted. This was, his eyes shrank sharply.

At the door, a man appeared slowly and slowly appeared in his eyes. When he first entered the door, he was very slow, but suddenly, he saw a flash in front of him. Before he could say a word, his son had been lifted up by someone, and he held his son's neck and pressed against the wall.
To be continued...