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Chapter 377: In France, the reason for marriage

"Feng Da Beast, do you really want to marry me?" It's not unexpected, it's just that this news makes Mu Qinghuan difficult to digest.

"If you dare to marry, I will dare to marry!" Isn't it just getting married, who is afraid of whom, besides, he doesn't lose anything if he marries Mu Qinghuan, he can't wait to hide Mu Qinghuan at home and not let any man covet it.

"If you want to marry, I must marry?" Raising his face, Mu Qinghuan suddenly became proud, "Second-married women are also quite marketable, after all, now that the times have changed, everyone knows to respect women, and some second-married and third-married women are much happier than first-married women." ”

Happier than the first marriage...... That's it, is there a slap in the face of Chi Guoguo?

The lockdown grasped the main contradiction, "You and Heijue are fake, who can you rely on as a woman after the divorce?" ”

"Not necessarily, the Black Lord wants to fake with me!" As soon as Mu Qinghuan's words fell, his jaw made him grab it fiercely!

"I'm not allowed!" After that, Feng Cheng sent Mu Qinghuan directly to Shengmei's apartment, and then stood at the door to block her.

In short, Mu Qinghuan could only live in the apartment, was not allowed to go home, and completely kept his distance from the Black Jue.

How can there be such a junior? It's rampant!

After making sure that the lights in Mu Qinghuan's room were off, he turned back to the seat after the lockdown.

After a change of playfulness, the lockdown became silent, not saying a word, just silently standing in the driver's seat.

It seems that Mu Qinghuan just refuses to divorce and wants to kill him.

……

At five o'clock in the morning, Mu Qinghuan was woken up by the ringtone of his mobile phone.

"Ao, who's looking for me?" Mu Qinghuan was just about to answer the phone, and in the next second, a text message came.

It's an unfamiliar message: 18th floor.

Mu Qinghuan remembered that he happened to live on the 18th floor, so he looked out through the cat's eye, but he couldn't see anything.

Presumably, the lockdown has long since returned.

Mu Qinghuan withdrew the insurance and opened the door.

In the corridor on the 18th floor, under the warm light, stood a thin back.

Mu Qinghuan's eyes tightened, she seemed to have seen this figure.

"You...... Who is it? Mu Qinghuan asked cautiously.

Mu Qinghuan...... Didn't you look for me first? The thin figure turned around and looked at Mu Qinghuan.

Only then did Mu Qinghuan see clearly that this woman had just met in the gambling racecourse, her name was Zhou Xiameng.

Zhou Xiameng stood under the wall lamp of the stairs, wearing only a thin dress on his body, his hair was scattered over his shoulders, and smiled at Mu Qinghuan friendly.

"Miss Zhou? Do you also live nearby? Mu Qinghuan asked curiously.

"Well, yes, I didn't expect us to live so close." Zhou Xiameng said with a quiet smile.

"Oh, I don't live here very often." Mu Qinghuan only felt that Zhou Xiameng's smile was very weird.

Mu Qinghuan subconsciously asked, "You got up so early?" ”

Zhou Xiameng pointed to the floor above, and his tone was soft, "No, I can't sleep because I can't sleep, and now I want to go up and blow the wind......"

As he spoke, Zhou Xiameng suddenly asked, "Miss Mu...... Come along? ”

At five o'clock in the morning, it seemed strange to blow the wind with a strange woman who had not known her for a day, Mu Qinghuan shook his head and rejected Zhou Xiameng's kindness, "I'm still a little sleepy and want to go back and continue sleeping." ”

"Forget it." Then, Zhou Xiameng didn't speak again, she turned around and walked into the elevator.

It may be that Zhou Xiameng deliberately slowed down, and Mu Qinghuan followed him unconsciously.

Seeing that the elevator Zhou Xiameng was riding had closed, Mu Qinghuan walked to the elevator next door......

Since Zhou Xia dreamed of blowing the wind, he would definitely go to the top floor, and Mu Qinghuan also followed.

There were few people in the early morning, and when Mu Qinghuan walked out of the elevator, he always felt panicked.

"Miss Zhou......" Mu Qinghuan walked about ten steps, and heard a slow footstep behind him, Mu Qinghuan turned his head to look, and the footsteps disappeared at the same time.

Mu Qinghuan took a deep breath, simply stood at the window of the corridor and listened carefully, and as soon as he looked up, he saw a rapidly falling object flashing through the dark window, driving a gust of wind.

What went down?

Maybe it's garbage, right?

At first, Mu Qinghuan didn't care, thinking that it was someone on the floor who threw garbage, and he didn't think much about it, so he turned around and prepared to leave.

After taking two more steps, Mu Qinghuan felt that something was wrong, so early, no one would throw garbage from the top floor, she hurriedly ran to the top floor, Ciao, it was really evil, there was no figure on the top floor.

Her mind swelled for a while, Mu Qinghuan desperately ran into the elevator to gasp, she didn't dare to go downstairs to see, maybe it was the ...... who jumped down just now Zhou Xia Meng!

Well, there may be a corpse downstairs.

Mu Qinghuan took out his mobile phone from the pocket of his pajamas tremblingly, "Hey, hey......"

In less than three seconds, the other party connected.

"Hey, hey......" nestled in the elevator, Mu Qinghuan felt a palpitation of fear.

"What's wrong?" was stunned for a moment, and then realized that something was wrong.

Mu Qinghuan closed his eyes fiercely, like a gaffe, and said repeatedly, "Seal, seal the city......"

The security of the apartment is very good, but Mu Qinghuan's tone is very weird, and he asks in the lockdown, "Mu Qinghuan!" What's going on? ”

Covering the corners of her lips, Mu Qinghuan held back the choking in her voice, and said as clearly as possible, "I, I met Zhou Xiameng just now, and then I seemed to see her fall from the roof of the building, let's call an ambulance, right?" If the ambulance had been late, she would have died! ”

Garret?

"On the eighty-eighth floor, even if the ambulance came, she couldn't save it. And why should we save her, a person who does not want to live, no one has the ability to save her! Sneered, when Feng Cheng said this, his tone was cruel, as if he had suddenly changed a person.

"Maybe there will be salvation!" Mu Qinghuan shook his head and said firmly.

"Mu Qinghuan, now go back to the apartment obediently, I'll be there soon." Exhaled, the closure commanded directly.

With his back against the wall, Mu Qinghuan clenched his mobile phone, looked around, and finally hid in the elevator.

As if sensing something, the lockdown blurted out, "Are you afraid?" ”

Mu Qinghuan bit his lip: "......"

"Keep talking, don't run around, I'll drive to you right now!" Saying that, the lockdown warned Mu Qinghuan not to hang up the phone.

"......" Mu Qinghuan had no choice but to squat in the elevator in a daze, his head was blank, and then he opened his eyes and found himself lying on a warm big bed.

Just now, was it just a dream?

Shengmei Company.

"Oh my God! The first 'American editor' Zhou Xiameng was killed last night! ”

Sun Ziyang picked up the newspaper, and the dry sound attracted the attention of the entire workshop.

Everyone was surprised, "How is that possible?" ”

They read the newspaper and were even more surprised, "Really, this news is actually true!" ”

Mu Qinghuan's eyes jumped, and then he also took the newspaper and read: Zhou Xiameng was killed last night, covered in blood, and the police reminded all single women to strengthen self-protection.

"Damn, Zhou Xiameng is in pain to death, you see, her face is covered in blood, it is estimated that she was disfigured, and then she died of pain!" Holding the newspaper above her head, Yan Naier narrowed her eyes, "Obviously, the murderer must be a woman, and she is very jealous!" ”

Everyone laughed, "Yan Naier, why are you a female artist, why don't you become a policeman?" ”

"Why don't you believe it?" Yan Naier looked dissatisfied, and then looked at Mu Qinghuan, "Xiao Qinghuan, do you think my words are very reasonable?" ”

"Hmm." Responding casually, Mu Qinghuan kept his head down, quietly thinking about something, and suddenly took out his mobile phone, the message of '18th floor' was still there.

After getting off work, Mu Qinghuan decided to move out of Shengmei Apartment!

DiDi ...... On the street, the horn of the car was extremely harsh, and a car stopped in front of Mu Qinghuan accurately.

"I'll send you." Lowering the car window, the 360-degree face of the lockdown jumped into front of me.

The lockdown was in a good mood, and he finally investigated the reason for Mu Qinghuan's marriage......