Unexpectedly, my love will make you so frightened.
He covered his head tightly, his heart was cut like a knife. It was like a piece of his heart was broken and could never be mended again.
I only consider the feelings of my eldest brother, and I am not willing to betray him... But, Xiaomai, what about you? How often have I thought about your feelings? That day, when you opened the door of my house and saw that unsightly scene
, how do you feel?
Is it true that at the most critical moment, everyone actually loves himself, not others???
I hate being deceived, I hate being kept in the dark, and I hate that each of you is lying to me - for this reason, I don't hesitate to get angry, abandon myself, and hurt the people I love most.
But, what about you!
How have I thought about your difficulties and pain??
He looked around and saw the gifts one after another - even the photos and wedding photos of Qiao Xiaomai that filled the room. The people in the photos were smiling, gentle and gentle.
It once brought so much laughter and life to this empty room.
From now on, will it never happen again?
wheat!
Wheat, you are not the only one who is wrong!
However, even if he wanted to grab her hand right away and kneel in front of her sincerely to apologize to her, she didn't give him any chance.
She disappeared, and no one knew where Qiao Xiaomai had gone.
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The office door was tightly closed. Someone knocked on the door more than a dozen times, and Yi Xiangxi suddenly woke up and said, "Come in."
"How do I get in? The door is locked."
It was almost a banging sound on the door, bang bang bang... Yi Xiangxi frowned, stood up, and finally opened the door.
Song Weichao looked sulky and said unceremoniously: "Master Yi, what are you doing with the door closed in broad daylight?"
He was so tired that he didn't want to talk nonsense with him at all, so he went straight to the point: "Wei Chao, have you found the owner of the car? Who is the perpetrator?"
"Found it."
There was a hint of joy in Yi Xiangxi's eyes, and he immediately took a roll of photos handed over by Song Weichao. In the photo, he showed a skinny man with extremely big eyes and bumps, looking like a monster.
"This guy is the perpetrator? Where is he now? Send someone to arrest him immediately to prevent him from escaping."
"No need to arrest him."
"Why?"
Song Weichao sighed: "This guy can't run away because he is already dead."
"What did you say? He was murdered and silenced?"
"It's hard to say. This guy is an unemployed vagrant, without a father, mother, family or friends. He is also a drug addict. He was found dead in a rental house last night due to an overdose of heroin. Judging from the scene, this guy's
The cause of death has nothing to do with any outsiders. The deck car he drove was stolen, and maybe he was about to drive it out to sell it for money when he accidentally hit Qiao Xiaomai's car..."
The fake car that caused the accident, the owner of the escaped car... I thought that if I found this guy, I would eventually find out who was behind it. However, this guy actually died.
Is there such a coincidence in this world?
Song Weichao frowned: "Master Yi, do you really suspect murder? From my point of view, I really don't see what Qiao Xiaomai deserves to be murdered. She is an ordinary citizen with no power, no money and no enemies. Others
How could he murder her? Maybe, this was really just an accident, and it was just a small rear-end collision, and she was not seriously injured, right?"