After a while, the sound of a car came from outside the window. Through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, Cheng Liuli could see Yesi Luo driving his Lamborghini and hurriedly drove out of Leng Yu's house.
Cheng Liuli slowly leaned back on the comfortable wicker chair and gently closed her eyes.
In fact, she didn't want to stay with Ye Suluo for a moment. Every time she saw that man's handsome and charming face, she would unconsciously think of Chu Yilun who was tortured by him——
Chu Yilun was less than twenty years old when he was killed. It was the best years of a boy, but he died so miserably!
It is said that when the body was recovered, the skin all over the body was highly edematous, and even the true face could not be seen clearly.
He is dead, and the culprit who killed him is still enjoying the top life in the world!
Top mansions, top cars, top beauties, top delicacies.
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Yesuluo, why should he?!
Every day, every day, she faced that face, really afraid that she would suddenly be unable to disguise herself.
Unlike before, she could cry whenever she wanted and make trouble whenever she wanted, lest he would not get bored with her.
But now, she must pretend to let go of her hatred, pretend to be gentle and pleasant, let him relax, and give him the most fatal blow at the moment when he is most defenseless!
On the pure white small coffee table, there are various kinds of fruits. Although the fruits are not in season, Yesilo has its own way to fly in the very fresh fruits in season from South American countries.
The flaming dragon fruit, the peach that can be popped, the crystal-full grapes, the ginseng fruit, the honey pomelo, the crystal pear and so on.
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Ever since the doctor confirmed through B-ultrasound that she was pregnant with a girl, Yesluo insisted on letting her eat more fruit every day.
"Girls need to be hydrated, beautiful, and well-behaved. Only by eating more fruits can the baby's skin be good..."
His doting voice was still ringing in her ears. Cheng Liuli lowered her head and looked at the shiny object on the coffee table among the fruits. Her heart tightened.
——It was a fruit knife, but it was very sharp, no less sharp than an ordinary dagger.
Cheng Liuli picked up the fruit knife and looked at it carefully under the setting sun. The blade shone with a cold light. If it was used to kill a person, there should be no problem, right?
Neck, or chest.
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If you use all your strength to stab it in, even if you don't die, you will be seriously injured.
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The silver and sharp dagger was like a smooth mirror, reflecting Cheng Liuli's face, so pale and absent-minded.
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Suddenly, there was a knocking on the door outside the house. She was shocked and suddenly came back to her senses. The fruit knife she was holding tightly in her hand almost fell to the ground in shock.
She put down the knife in a panic, straightened her posture and said, "Come in."
A maid gently pushed open the door to the room, stood respectfully by the door, bowed slightly and said, "Miss Liuli, Mr. Luo is back. Please go to the dining room to have a meal."
So fast? Cheng Liuli raised her head and looked out the window, only to realize that when she was looking at the fruit knife in trance, night had fallen unknowingly, and a deep and thick darkness enveloped the entire sky.
"Yeah, I understand." She pretended to be nonchalant and tried her best to stay calm, "I'll change my clothes and go down right away."