Deserted Island: The Survival Journey of a Beautiful President

Even if you know a person has done evil, you cannot convict him of a crime without proof.

Li Jingheng bid farewell: "Uncle Miral, if there is nothing else, I will leave first."

His expression was a bit decadent, and his voice was not as full of air as before.

"Um"

Li Jingheng and Mo Qing got out of the car.

The sunny sky, white clouds drifting leisurely.

The two watched the car pass by.

Mo Qing patted Li Jingheng on the shoulder, "The collision of ideals and reality will always make people sad, take heart, a setback shouldn't bring down you, a future famous detective!"

Li Jingheng looked at him, and the two looked at each other, "Actually, I'm sad not because I know the mastermind behind the scenes and I can't do anything about it, but mainly because I regret why I didn't take the money from the box just now."

Mo Qing was taken aback.

A moment later, two frustrated youths squatted at the intersection, looking at the passing vehicles with tears in their eyes.

Mo Qing had a cigarette in his mouth, with a gloomy expression, regret and reluctance in his eyes, as well as longing for the beauty of the past.

Li Jingheng held a lollipop in his mouth, with tears in his eyes, and choked up: "I once had a box of beautiful knives in front of me. I didn't cherish it. I didn't regret it until I lost it. If God can do it all over again Chance,

I want to say to that box of beautiful knives: Knife, I can't lose you! "

Mo Qing applauded and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "That's very well said, bring a writer"

Li Jingheng let out a long sigh.

From Tianci's dictation, he knew that it was almost impossible to find the evidence of this person. Even if he found it, who would really dare to arrest the third young master of Tanabrapa.

He took out the lollipop in his mouth, "I really lost my wife and lost my army."

When ideals collide with reality, ideals are always shattered.

-

Maybach driving on a spacious road.

Tianci put his hands on the steering wheel, his eyes seemed to be staring at the road ahead, but actually looked at Miral sitting behind through the rearview mirror from time to time.

Over the years, he has pretended to be crazy and foolish, and has deceived many people. Everyone suspects that he is really a fool.

Only Millar.

Last night, the second brother, Song En, was taken away by the police car, and Tianci was about to return to the villa, but was called away by Milar alone to talk.

It was at that time that Tianci knew that his father had been monitoring every move of everyone in the family for these years.

So after Song En's death, Miral knew the real culprit behind the scenes.

At first, Miral's original intention was to let Zhang Yiming bear all the crimes and let the incident stop here.

But Mo Qing and Li Jingheng came out to disrupt the situation, which made him change his mind again. He wanted to see who would be the better of his two heirs in the end.

The winner will become the last ruler of the family.

In the end, Godsend won, and it won't be long before Miral will announce him as the next successor.

But the fear of Miral was also deeply engraved in Tianci's heart.

This old man in his dying years, everyone thought that he was dying, but they didn't know that he still controlled everyone to death in the end.

Miral leaned on the chair, closed his eyes and meditated, "God-sent"

"Father"

"If you want to maintain a huge family from decline, its successors must not only be smart, but also ruthless. You have done a good job of this," Miral said lightly.

Tianci was silent for a moment, and only said "hmm".

"Your elder brother is dead, so let's keep his only child. The hatred of the father's generation should not affect the next generation."

Before, in order to get Song'en's help, Supasha had been lying to him that the child in her stomach belonged to Song'en, but in fact the child should belong to Basong.

"Yes"

"Your second brother, let him stay in prison, and give him a way out after he gets out of prison."

Tianci hesitated and did not answer.

"After he was released from prison, he no longer has the strength to fight against you. No matter how you say it, he is also my child. His palms and backs are full of flesh.
After all, you are brothers whose blood is thicker than water.”

"Yes, father, as long as the second brother doesn't trouble me"

"Okay, in two days, I will hold a press conference to announce to everyone that you will be the next heir of the family,

This family, you have to guard it carefully."

"I will, father"

"Well, I'm sleepy, call me when you get home"

Miral's voice gradually decreased, and he fell into a deep sleep.

Two days later, the press conference was held as scheduled.

Supasha was also arrested for hiring a murderer.

Half a month later, Miral passed away, and Tianci officially became the helm of the Tanabrapa family.

A month later, Li Jingheng also opened a detective agency in Chinatown, Taijing.

With Bassoon's case, his detective agency became famous at the beginning, and later it handled several sensational cases.

He himself became a famous detective in Siam.

-

Time goes back to the present.

Everything has been settled, and Mo Qing finally has time to rest.

Because of Basong's case, he didn't sleep well for several days, and the first thing he did when he returned to the hotel was to lie on the bed and sleep soundly.

I slept from daytime to nighttime.

Mo Qing rubbed his sleepy eyes, sat up from the bed, and stretched.

Looking at everything in the hotel and recalling what I did a few days ago, it feels like I have experienced a nightmare.

Fortunately, this nightmare is finally over, tomorrow
"You finally woke up"

Han Ling walked into the bedroom and looked at Mo Qing with some distress.

Her man was too tired these days, but she couldn't even help her a bit.

"Well, I slept very well this time."

Mo Qing lifted the quilt, looked around with her upper body bare, trying to find the shirt she took off before going to bed, "Hey, where are my clothes?"

"Your clothes haven't been changed for a few days. They stink a long time ago. I'll wash them. If you're not sleepy, go wash them too."

Mo Qing smelled the smell on her body, "It does smell a bit bad."

He was so busy these two days that he didn't even go back to the hotel, so naturally he didn't change his clothes.

After entering the bathroom, Mo Qing turned on the shower, and the warm water flowed down the top of his head. He rubbed his neck with his hands to wash out strips of sludge.

The weather in Siam is hot, and a day without a bath can make people feel uncomfortable.

"squeak"

Suddenly, the bathroom door was opened.

Mo Qing turned her head abruptly, only to see Han Ling walking in slowly with a towel and two small benches.

"You, are you planning to take a mandarin duck bath with me? And bring your own props?" Mo Qing joked.

Han Ling rolled his eyes, "I'm here to rub your back, you haven't bathed in the past three or four days, your back must have accumulated a layer of sludge."

Mo Qing corrected: "My back is not mud, it's full of I love mud."

After finishing speaking, he even compared his heart to Han Ling.

"This water can't wash off the oil on your body"

Han Ling put the stool on the ground and "sit down"

Mo Qing sat down on the stool, "Does the two of us look like the bathroom scene in an island movie?"