The Mysterious Mad Wife Burns the Heavens

Seeing this, Su Jiao felt as if she had fried chicken, "Did you see that she is laughing at me, is she looking down on me?"

Qin Ziyue stopped Su Jiao who was eager to rush forward to make a move, and timidly said: "She must have heard something."

Su Jiao was like a deflated ball in an instant, with a listless expression, "She couldn't really hear it, did she?"

Qin Ziyue is not sure, but the distance is so close, she Su Jin just can't speak, but her ears should be quite good.

Su Jiao lowered her head, looking a little lacking in confidence, "Even if she heard it, so what? Could it be that she still dared to expose me? So what if she exposed me, I refused to admit it to death, and she has no evidence."

Su Jin ignored the two who were still discussing something quietly, went straight out of Su's villa, and stopped a taxi.

When the taxi was driving halfway, the driver suddenly noticed something strange behind him, and he asked, "Miss, did you offend someone?"

Su Jin didn't know, so she immediately looked back at the car, and the two cars really followed her all the way after she got in the car.

Xu Mao had reminded her that she might be being targeted. Although she was confident that the other party would not be able to find any traces of her, there was no guarantee that there would be someone out there.

The driver stepped on the accelerator, "You sit down."

The taxi rushed out of the traffic flow and snaked through the crowded streets.

Su Jin silently turned on her mobile phone and hacked into the road monitoring information page of the entire urban area.

Seeing that the green signal light in front had started to flash, the driver subconsciously wanted to step on the brakes to slow down. After the yellow light started counting down, it suddenly turned green again.

The driver didn't have time to think about it, and regardless of whether there was a problem with the signal light, he kicked the accelerator to the end and rushed out of the intersection.

Afterwards, the signal light directly changed to a red light. The other cars that were about to rush out of the intersection braked suddenly, and the tires were smoking.

The driver couldn't laugh or cry: "Today is really a hell."

After Su Jin made sure that the two cars following her were blocked at the intersection, she put down her phone.

The taxi stopped in front of the downtown library.

"Beep, beep." The horn sounded.

Su Jin subconsciously turned her head when she heard the sound.

A Maybach stopped by the side of the road, and the rear window was lowered slowly. The man just sat quietly in the car, looking sideways slightly, and his gaze fell on Su Jin's petite and exquisite body impartially.

The sun was a little hot, and when it shone on the skin, it was like a punishment.

The driver of the car opened the door respectfully, with obvious intentions, inviting Su Jin to get in the car.

Su Jin frowned. She didn't want to have anything to do with the young fourth master of the Sheng family. After all, she just stole a picture from him. Any approach he gets close to now is nothing to her. A crisis.

Seeing the other party standing still, the driver began to sweat on his forehead, hesitating whether to step forward to clarify the invitation.

Su Jin finally got into the car, she was so motionless that she might be more likely to attract attention.

Sheng Liting started to pick up the disinfectant tissue and wiped his hands repeatedly.

Su Jin looked at his abrupt movements, because Sheng Liting's hands were sterilized all the year round, unlike ordinary people's white and slender hands, but with reddish skin, and even if she continued like this, she knew very well that it would fester.

Sheng Liting didn't like to be observed so blatantly, he said bluntly: "We meet again."

When Su Jin heard this, she slandered in her heart: Could it be that he has the same photographic memory as himself, and can clearly see when and where we meet?
"The last time I went to school, I didn't say hello to Ms. Su. My surname is Sheng, and I am the fourth in my family. Fortunately, people in the capital gave me a respectful name, and called me "little fourth master." Sheng Liting introduced himself.

Su Jin heard that his tone was three points sharp, three points arrogant, and four points very different, like a threat.

There is something in his words.

Sheng Liting threw down the disinfectant tissue, and watched with great interest the third Miss of the Su family who was silent.

Sure enough, he is a mute who can't speak.

But she seemed to have said something that day. As for what she said, in that case, she didn't care too much.

So it is possible that this person is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, deliberately acting with himself?

Su Jin remained vigilant, she seldom had such a sense of crisis, for the unscrupulous Sheng Liting, her little cleverness might not be enough for him to play a pot.

Suddenly, there was an extra bag in Su Jin's hand.

Sheng Liting started to disinfect with a disinfectant tissue again, as if he had just come into contact with something filthy, he even wiped his hands carefully.

Although Su Jin said that the cloud was calm and calm like a pool of stagnant water, but after the other party threw a bag to herself, her heart inevitably froze.

What is he going to do?
"Your things." When Sheng Liting said these four words, his face could not hide the coldness.

Su Jin hesitated for a while. In their line of work, they are most taboo about being given away, because everyone knows that what is given away is either a severed hand or a gouged out eyeball.

Sheng Liting threw down the disinfectant tissue again, "Miss Su really opened my eyes that day."

Su Jin cautiously opened the bag, and a stench came over her face, making her almost vomit out on the spot.

She closed the bag in a hurry, and looked to the side with a confused face, calmly, as if she had expected that she would have such an expression, Fourth Master Sheng!
Could this be the bad taste of their upper circles?
Sheng Liting asked, "You tell me like this, you don't know what's inside?"

Su Jin thought about opening the car door and leaving, but based on the evaluation of Fourth Master Sheng by others in her information database, there is no need to offend the tiger just for a little bit of evil.

Being attracted by him, with his means, his little tail will be pulled out soon.

Sheng Liting could see that she really had no memory at all.

Are you pretending to be stupid with yourself?

"This is your clothes." Sheng Liting said.

Su Jin froze for a moment, then suddenly remembered something, and opened the bag almost without hesitation, although the stench was still coming out, she could still tell.

The sweater in the bag was exactly the same as the one she was wearing, and it was the same model of clothes that she had wholesaled ten at a time.

The atmosphere in the car suddenly became very delicate.

Sheng Liting lowered the car window a little to let out a little of the unbearable smell.

Su Jin held the bag tightly with both hands, she finally understood why she was wearing that men's shirt this morning.

Could it be Sheng Liting's?

Su Jin closed her eyes, her mind trying to automatically block these horrible thoughts.

"It seems that Miss Su remembered something?" Sheng Liting put one hand on the car window and pressed the corner of his forehead, looking at the picture of the little girl with drooping eyes and not saying anything with interest.

Su Jin lowered her head and remained silent, both hands still holding the bag tightly.

There were many solutions in her mind, and in the end she chose the method Su Jiao told her: deny it to death!

Su Jin threw the bag on the car, then opened the car door, walked away, and even said proudly: "It's not mine."