In Tang Qianrong's arms, An Jingxing could clearly feel her trembling and fear. She once thought that she had become fearless because of what happened back then, but when she saw the beaten man in a post on the Internet
In the familiar mosaic room, she truly felt that although she had become stronger than before, she was still not so cold-blooded and invincible.
She huddled tightly in Tang Qianrong's arms, holding his arm tightly with one hand. Cold sweat seeped out from her palms, soaking Tang Qianrong's shirt. Tang Qianrong's generous and warm palms were always caressing her back gently.
With.
The gentle voice fell on her ears as if it were a tranquilizer, calming down her panic little by little.
"Although I hate her, I never wanted her to die. I never wanted her to really die!" The words she said unintentionally last night were like a big stone pressing tightly on her.
In her heart, she knew that this man could not doubt her, but she still wanted to say it.
"I know, I know everything."
Tang Qianrong repeated these two sentences gently, with dark blue eyes as deep as the sea.
Hearing what Tang Qianrong said, An Jingxing calmed down a little bit. She had already read the post and understood most of the situation. She knew that there would be many things waiting for her to solve after this.
You can't stay in this man's arms and let him shield you from all the ups and downs and dangers.
"The police don't know where we live, so they should have contacted your secretary, right?" His mind calmed down little by little, and An Jingxing returned to the normal and sharp girl little by little.
Tang Qianrong had always known that An Jingxing was not a woman who could be easily knocked down. Seeing her eyes clearing little by little, he couldn't help but reveal a faint smile on his lips. This was his girl, a brave girl.
Seeing Tang Qianrong nodding lightly, An Jingxing already had an idea in his mind. In any case, someone must be behind this matter and intends to frame her. This person may be the dead An Jinmu, or it may be
Whether it's Ande Hui or Lin Suya, no matter who it is, she may feel a little regret for An Jinmu's death, but it doesn't mean that she has to pay anything for this little regret that she shouldn't have to bear.
Responsibility.
"Send me to the police station. It's better for us to actively cooperate with the other party's investigation than for the other party to come to your door." An Jingxing stood up from the bed, picked up the clothes on the side and started to change. His whole body was no different from usual.
If Tang Qianrong hadn't just seen her most vulnerable side, it would have been difficult to find any flaws in An Jingxing at this moment.
Although I feel reluctant to let this little woman go to the police station to take on all this alone, I have to admit that this is the best decision for An Jingxing at the moment.
If you want to clear the suspicion, you must cooperate with the police in all aspects. After all, it is a human life. If you treat it too lightly, you will easily be attacked by public opinion. Although Tang Qianrong is considered powerful in Bicheng, his main business
That is to say, the root is still not here.
He no longer works here all year round, and his connections are not as convenient as those in Los Angeles and Switzerland. As the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot overwhelm a local snake...
