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Since then, he has been sent to the eighteenth layer of hell, and there is no way to live......

When Leng Mofeng walked out of the ward, the silence under his eyelids finally shocked everyone's hearts.

"I'm sorry."

In the long corridor, no one spoke, didn't want to speak, and didn't know what to say, just three words, but it completely shattered a love of the city.

The heart condensed into ice in an instant......

Jing Qingge seemed to have lost all consciousness, and even his breathing turned into a repetitive mechanical movement, he nodded blankly, and his quiet gaze fell on the black fountain pen in Leng Mofeng's hand,

"Is this the voice recorder?"

"Hmm." Leng Mofeng said.

"Can you give it to me?"

Leng Mofeng raised his eyebrows slightly, according to the rules of handling the case, the evidence at the scene must be sealed.

"Yes." He handed it over.

Jing Tingge nodded, didn't speak again, his breathing was exhausted, and it was even more difficult to speak, he turned sideways a little, and walked to the locked door step by step.

"Click", soft sound, lock.

On the corridor, Ji Sanshao hugged the heartbroken Ai Qianqian in his arms tightly, Xuan Fei leaned back against the railing, his enchanting red lips tightened, and Ji Yinuo leaned next to him and wept.

"What should I do, what should Brother Cheng and the little cutie do......" Mo Nuannuan squatted directly on the ground and cried, and looked down when Leng Mofeng walked over.

yes, what to do, the pair inside, where should they go?

There are two days left, there are only two days left, it is their wedding, is it possible for this alluring wedding that everyone is looking forward to to go smoothly?

Fear......

……

In the hospital room.

Jing Tingge stood at the door, quietly looking at the man on the bed, the blood droplets splashed on the white sheets were like blood roses blooming in the song of death, just like the love between them.

Ji Yicheng looked at her even more panickedly, not daring to breathe, but when she was about to suffocate, she had to gasp for breath, her eyes that should have been as bright as stars, like meteors falling in the night, no longer bright, so empty, so indifferent...... Look at him.

He was really going crazy, and the tsunami of grief devoured him so hard that it overflowed from his eyes.

......As soon as he opened his mouth, he couldn't help the hot fishy heat, and he swallowed it back, but a trace of blood leaked from the corner of his mouth, and it slipped down, slowly, and slid down to the knife-like jaw.

She has always felt that he is very much like a vampire in the ancient European century, with a pale complexion, but he was born bewitching and wicked, sexy, and has the ability to seduce people's souls.

Suddenly, her pale lips opened a slit, and her faint voice sounded weak, tired, and sluggish,

"I'm tired, let's go home."

Eight words, forming a sentence, in the next second, Ji Yicheng cried, no one would ever know his tragic state of mind when he heard this sentence, until a long time later, he was unforgettable.

……

Soon, Xiaoyin drove the young master and the young lady back to their villa from the hospital, accompanied by people from the Ji family.

Outside the villa, everyone looked at the lighted bedroom on the second floor, and their expressions were gloomy.

"Are we really not staying? If something happens again......" Mo Nuannuan asked, crying so much that her eyes and nose were red.

Ji Sanshao said in a deep voice, "None of us can get involved in this matter." ”

Everyone's throats were choked, and their faces turned pale.