SMS back quickly: it doesn't matter who I am, I just want you to know what kind of person you are lying on your pillow. Huo Dongcheng is a devil.

Mingwei see this sentence angry, immediately reply: don't let me hear slander his words. Who the hell are you? No face? I don't care what happens, it's none of our business.

Even if something happened to that woman, it had nothing to do with her husband and wife, because they didn't do anything to her.

Although, for human life, for the end of life, she is sad, to see someone die, she will be very sad, especially young life.

However, objectively speaking, all this has nothing to do with their husband and wife.

The other party returned a text message: is it irrelevant? Does Huo Dongcheng say nothing really has nothing to do with it? Dare he show you his cell phone? Dare I show you his call records? Dare you know what he did? People are doing, and the sky is watching. Some things can't be hidden if they are done!

Mingwei: who are you? Don't even dare to tell your true identity. Do you think I will believe you?

Mingwei directly blacked the other party.

Huo Dongcheng came out with a hairdryer and said with a smile, "did you put the hairdryer in another place? Look for a long time. "

Mingwei helplessly: "I forgot that I put it in the cabinet on my left after blowing last time."

"Well." Huo Dongcheng sits over and gently blows Mingwei's hair.

Mingwei leans into Huo Dongcheng's arms and her mood calms down a little.

"What's the matter? How do you feel that you are suddenly in a bad mood Huo Dongcheng asked.

Mingwei took a breath and said, "that woman is dead."

"Which woman?" Huo Dongcheng doesn't know who Mingwei is talking about.

"The woman who just said she was pregnant with your baby." Mingwei said.

"Who did it?" Huo Dongcheng asked.

Mingwei shook her head: "I don't know."

"Then how do you know she's dead?" Huo Dongcheng was surprised.

"I got a text message." Mingwei said.

Huo Dongcheng's hand is full of conspiracy. The woman's dead. What's the plot? For him or for Mingwei?

He continued to blow Ming Wei's hair while thinking about it.

After blowing his hair, he put down the hair dryer and said to Mingwei, "text me."

Mingwei immediately hands the mobile phone to Huo Dongcheng.

Huo Dongcheng opened the text message and saw the bloody picture. His face sank: "it's crazy!"

No matter what the plot is, it would be too cruel to take human life as the price.

"This matter has nothing to do with me. I don't even know the name of this woman, but she looks a little familiar. Maybe one of her words is true. She should really be Ivy's employee." Huo Dongcheng said.

Mingwei nodded: "I know it has nothing to do with you."

Even so, receiving such a text message can still make people angry.

In particular, she was even more angry to see the sudden death of her fresh life.

Receiving such a text message is enough to show that the woman was killed. It's been 9012 years. Why do such things happen again? She really couldn't figure it out.

She suddenly thought of something and immediately looked at Huo Dongcheng: "husband, do you think someone wants to attack you, so they plan to use such things to frame you?"

Huo Dongcheng saw Mingwei's worry in his eyes. He held her in his arms, touched her head and comforted her: "it's OK. Don't worry. What you haven't done won't fall on me. No matter how incompetent I am, I'm not going to be someone's backer. "

"In a word, we should be careful. Because if this woman is really killed, the last person she sees before she dies may be us. " Mingwei said.

"Well." Huo Dongcheng nodded, "these days, you don't want to go to the company." He is afraid that the people behind the scenes are not aiming at him, but at Mingwei.

To him, he is not afraid of everything, to Mingwei, he is worried.

"Is it so serious?" Mingwei asked.

"It's always right to be careful." Huo Dongcheng said.

Mingwei nodded.

Then he said, "don't go to work." She also worried that he would be set up.

"I'm fine. Don't worry. I'll be fine." Huo Dongcheng said.

Mingwei hugs Huo Dongcheng's waist and acts like a coquetry: "you stay with me, otherwise, I'm bored at home alone." She's really worried about him.

"Good." Huo Dongcheng responded.

Mingwei nodded.

"Go to sleep." Huo Dongcheng rubs Mingwei's head.

"Well." Mingwei answers.

The two men got into the bed and hugged each other.

Even Huo Dongcheng, who had been keen on the affairs between husband and wife, gave up. He was afraid that Mingwei's bad mood would affect her interest.

He hugged Mingwei and touched her hair: "darling, sleep. Don't think about it. It has nothing to do with us. Don't feel sad, and don't blame yourself. This was originally a conspiracy. Maybe she didn't have an agreement with the gold master behind the scenes, so there was a dispute, and the other party was impulsive and killed. "

Mingwei nodded: "maybe so."

"Sleep, it's none of our business." Huo Dongcheng said.

"Well." Mingwei closes her eyes.

All night, she didn't sleep very well, and the shocking picture kept coming to her mind.

Such a fresh life, the moment before they are still false, let them take out a million, the next moment to die, and, death is so tragic.

Maybe that woman is really pregnant? That's why there's so much blood on the thigh

The child is so innocent, but the woman is dead. Mingwei can't even speak out her condemnation.

It's just that the picture is echoing in my mind.

The next day, Mingwei was a little listless, probably because she didn't sleep well at night.

Huo Dongcheng thoughtfully got food and had breakfast together. Then Huo Dongcheng took Mingwei for a walk in the tea garden to breathe fresh air.

Seeing Mingwei's low spirits, Huo Dongcheng tried to mobilize Mingwei's emotions: "wife, I'll tell you a joke."

"Good."

"There was a man who made his wife angry, so he wanted to give her a gift. After giving the gift, he was pulled black by his wife. Guess what he sent? "

"What did you send?"

"He gave his wife a pile of pans, postscript said, wife, after you are not happy with the pan to cook for me."

"Poof..." Mingwei smiles.

Huo Dongcheng put out his hand: "in fact, he originally wanted to say that if he was not happy, he would give him a pan. When he was nervous, he made a mistake and was pulled black."

"Poof." Mingwei is in a better mood.

Huo Dongcheng continued: "there is a man who wants to buy bra for his wife. He doesn't know the description. He uses his hand to compare with other people's shopping guide. My wife is so big. Shopping guide speechless said, how big is this? He said, peaches are so big, bigger than peaches. How big is the peach? Ordinary peach or honey peach? He said, "I can't take a bite anyway..."

"Poof... Hahaha..." Mingwei couldn't help laughing, "no, don't say it."