Young Master Chu's sweetheart wife

"Shut up!" Qin Muyang shouted.

He hates women crying the most, being useless and dragging their feet.

Suddenly being drink like this, Zheng Xueying stopped crying, holding her mouth in aggrieved way, tears welling in her eyes, her appearance of ready to cry is adorable, Jiang Jinyu couldn't bear women crying, especially beautiful women.

He handed Zheng Xueying a tissue, "A woman's tears are pearls, don't shed casually."

Zheng Xueying sobbed and took the tissue to wipe away her tears, and whispered: "I shed for Qianxi, she deserves it."

Jiang Jinyu never thought that she could argue, so he comforted: "Don't be so pessimistic, maybe she's fine."

"It's definitely all right!" Zheng Xueying corrected her righteously.

"..." Jiang Jinyu was speechless, and was slapped for comforting him kindly.

"You two be quiet." Qin Muyang stared at the monitoring screen without looking sideways, and reminded in a cold voice.

Jiang Jinyu and Zheng Xueying shrugged and focused on the monitoring.

There was no one in the monitoring room on the 8th floor, but a handkerchief suddenly appeared to cover the monitoring room, and it was pitch black.

Thirteen minutes later, the handkerchief fell off, and the picture showed Song Qianxi's door opening. Within half a minute, the door on Chu Muhan's side opened, and several people held their breaths and leaned closer without taking their eyes off it.

In the next second, surprise!

A man in a flamboyant pink suit walked out, wearing a white peaked cap and a black mask, and gestured provocatively at Song Qianxi's door with a pistol gesture, then turned around and left.

From the beginning to the end, the face was not seen, and the hair exposed under the hat was beige.

Jiang Jinyu couldn't help but explode, "Damn! It's so provocative to dress like this!"

Qin Muyang took out his mobile phone and made a call, "Check the surveillance around Longhua's high-end apartment at 35:183 this afternoon, and search for a man wearing a pink suit weighing about 140 to [-] pounds, with beige hair, and the possibility of changing clothes is not ruled out. notice me!"

Zheng Xueying stared at the monitoring screen played back and forth, her brows became more and more wrinkled.

This figure, this hair color, inexplicably familiar...

……

"Qian Xi, let's go out today and inquire about whether we can find out about your boyfriend."

The woman washed the sheets, opened the door and came in and said.

After getting along last night, the two talked happily.

The woman's name is Wang Mengxue. She has lived on this small island for more than ten years, and she has not spoken Chinese for more than ten years.

Song Qianxi was overjoyed, "Really? Let's go."

She took Wang Mengxue's hand and walked out, but Wang Mengxue held her back, looked her up and down, frowned and shook her head, "No, you can't go out like this."

Song Qianxi was at a loss, "Then how do I get out?"

Wang Mengxue rubbed the ashes from the bottom of the pot, and rubbed it on Song Qianxi's face. Her originally fair face became dirty, but her pair of clear apricot eyes without any impurities became more eye-catching, like bright stars.

Wang Mengxue commented: "Even if you cover up your face, you can't stop your beauty, so bow your head later."

Song Qianxi nodded, and went out with Wang Mengxue with excitement and anticipation.

This is the first day she came to the island to step out of the dilapidated hut, walking on the rugged path, both sides of the path are full of dilapidated houses, with a large population, with all skin colors, seeing Song Qianxi's strange face, can't help but look sideways.

Song Qianxi began to understand Wang Mengxue's words, buried her head lower, and followed behind him anxiously.

On the street, there are many children. In winter, they are doing hard work with bare feet and thin clothes.