80s: Little Sweet Wife

At this time, it was lunch break time, and it was winter again. The north wind was blowing, and there were no people downstairs in the dormitory. Occasionally people passed by, and they would not look up upstairs. Therefore, Zheng Xuesan, who was swinging in the air, is still in the air. No one found out. ◢Щщш.suimeng.lā

Zheng Xuesan cried bitterly, without the dignified elegance of the past, just like a mad woman.

Meimei put the sheets to the bottom and left them hanging in the air. Zheng Xuesan didn't know how high the third floor was before, but now she felt like she was on a ladder, her eyes were black and she wanted to pass out just like that.

But she is more awake now than ever.

The lower body is hot, if someone downstairs at this time, they will find a small pool of water stains on the ground, and the smell is quite strong.

Zheng Xuesan was afraid, embarrassed and hated. She had never been so embarrassed before. Since she was sensible, what she showed in front of outsiders was always elegant and decent, but now...

Zheng Xuesan couldn't care about these anymore, she just wanted to survive.

Zhao Mei, this lunatic, could really kill her!

She doesn't want to die at all!

Meimei dried Zheng Xuesan's shirt for a long time, and didn't speak. She just looked at it so coldly, with an indifferent expression, Xu Zixuan and the others were all hoarse. Only at this moment did they realize how polite Zhao Mei was to them in the past!

About a quarter of an hour later, when the wind blew, the sweat and urine on Zheng Xuesan's body made the clothes cold to the bone, and there was a heater in the room before. Zheng Xuesan took off his padded jacket and only wore a sweater. It was shaking outside, Zheng Xuesan was shivering from the cold, and his lips were frozen purple.

No one dared to speak, even if the cold wind blew in from the window and the temperature in the dormitory dropped, Xu Zixuan and the others did not dare to complain, they just put on cotton jackets to keep warm.

When Zheng Xueshan was about to die, Meimei pulled up, tore off the pillowcase from her mouth, and asked coldly, "Have you figured it out?"

Zheng Xuesan's snot and tears turned into ice cubes, and her face was aching from the wind. She didn't dare to speak hard, but she couldn't stop nodding, hoping that Meimei would be merciful and drag her in.

"Did you steal the painting?"

Meimei dragged her up a bit, but she didn't put her in the room. Most of her body was still dangling outside, but she felt more secure than hanging her whole body outside.

Zheng Xuesan hesitated for a while, his brows loosened, and the sheets slipped. Zheng Xuesan was so frightened that he immediately shouted, "I took it, please don't let go... I said everything!"

"Qiqi, take paper and write it down~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Zheng Xuesan, tell me carefully what you did, if you hide it a little, my hand will not be able to hold it firmly. , I'm not sure if it's dead or alive when I fall."

Meimei's cold tone seemed to come from hell, everyone shivered in shock, her personality was still stunned, but Ren Qianqian came back to her senses, and excitedly took out a pen and paper from the drawer .

Qi Qige also reacted, and hurriedly took out a pen and paper, only then did Meimei signal to Zheng Xuesan to explain.

Zheng Xuesan's mental defense has completely collapsed. Meimei asked her to say something, but she didn't hide it at all, she said it all.

Including the Jindi Club's collusion with Hou Shengnan and her stealing paintings, all of which were clearly explained one by one. Xu Zixuan's eyes widened in disbelief, and she never thought that she would be the eldest sister's respected squad leader Zheng. Could it be such a despicable villain?

Qi Qige and Ren Qianqian both took notes, Meimei took the largest sewing needle from Zheng Xuesan's drawer, and stabbed her thumb hard, and the dark red blood beads came out immediately. The two fingerprints were quickly pressed.

Meimei put away the two transcripts, and then mercifully dragged Zheng Xuesan into the house, which was frozen into a popsicle, and her face was covered with hoarfrost.