Chapter 502

"Niece Sheng, you are more courageous than little princess Sheng. Don't worry, I will help you to install the bomb on the ship on the day of Sheng Shuhua's birthday party, and then you will be able to surpass her."

"Then I would like to thank Uncle Wu. At that time, I will let Sheng Shuhua enter the place where the bomb is installed. I can almost imagine how she would beg for mercy."

The enlarged face on the screen is very striking, with calculation and distortion. Although the voice is distorted and noisy, anyone can recognize her voice.

Sheng Yi's eyes were wide open in disbelief, and he was shocked to look shivering. He subconsciously raised his eyes and wanted to throw them at Qi Ruifeng. He opened his mouth to explain and refute, but he was suddenly pinched by a plain white finger.

"I can say you faked it. It's just..."

If it stops suddenly.

Stepping on high-heeled shoes, she is a head higher than Sheng Yi. Mu Jiutian holds her chin high. Her delicate and cool face slowly bows down to her. The pure black thing in her other hand is not light or heavy enough to reach her temple. The cold touch is in sharp contrast to the hot breath.

The feeling that she breathed on her face almost made her nervous tremble: "poor devil, you don't need to explain to me. Here, I only believe what I believe. For example, I have now determined that it was you and Wu Jinsi who cooperated in those years, one was stealing design drawings, the other was installing bombs, and the cooperation was very happy, right? "

After the collapse of the Sheng family, the Wu family was crowded to the same level as the Qi family, while the Sheng Yi people got rid of the support of Sheng painting and calligraphy and all the support behind her.

"For the sake of lying just now, I'll let you choose a way to die. I'll kill you or kowtow in front of the painting and calligraphy grave. Then we'll discuss how to compensate you. You believe I'll shoot you, huh

Almost low voice, if you don't know to see, thought it was intimate words between friends.

At the beginning, the pain of the bullet passing through the shoulder blade is something that Sheng Yi people can't forget in her whole life. The control brought by the gun made almost every nerve endings tense, and even the voice trembled: "I... I choose the second one, I, I'll apologize."

"On your knees."

Two words came out.

Sheng Yi immediately bit his lips, inexplicably had a kind of grievance: "I promised to apologize to Sheng calligraphy and painting, but now you let me..."

"Now you can't give up face and kneel down. When you go to painting and calligraphy, I'm afraid you think face is more important than anything." She patted her tender face with the handle of the gun, and her thin voice warned: "I don't want to say that again, do you understand?"

Palm was pinched out of the crescent moon, Sheng Yi face with humiliation of the final choice slowly bent the knee.

There was almost no sound of knee touching the carpet, but it was magnified thousands of times in her ear. She slowly raised her head again, facing the black muzzle of the gun, looking at the calm but murderous face, her thinking was almost rigid: "I've done what you said, that's enough."

"Not enough, of course." The muzzle of the gun was pointed at her, and then Stacey gave a bang.

The dubbing of red lips is not so similar, but it still gives Sheng Yi a fright. As soon as his knees soften, he becomes kneeling directly, and his face also lingers around with a bit of madness and ferocity: "you are crazy, I admire wine sweet."

Unfortunately, Zhengzhu didn't pay any attention to him at all. He leaned on the sofa at will, playing with the pure black gun with his white fingertips, and suddenly called out: "Qi Ruifeng."

Su RI's indifferent outline shows a strong impatience at this time. The smoke from the fingertips drifts away and looks at her with a light glance.

"How about leaving this matter to you? Don't you always want to go to the tomb of calligraphy and painting? It's a pity that I buried her so far away. In the past four months, I'm afraid you've gone through the whole Xicheng District and haven't found it." Lazy voice: "now I'll give you a chance to see if you want to grasp it or not."

Cigarette butts fell on the ground, eyes dark as a black hole.

Light of swept an eye to kneel on the ground, the small face has already restored the past obedient and ChuChu appearance of woman, Qi Ruifeng again takes the line of sight back: "where did you bury her?"

"You think I'm stupid enough to tell you?"

"Yes." Qi Ruifeng indifferent clean voice: "you not only hate Iraqis, but also hate me, some time ago burst out Jie system things, you should secretly bought a newspaper, tomorrow's news headlines ready to write my name, or write Iraqis?"

Taking photos and making headlines are really the next step mujiutian is going to do.

She was not surprised that he could guess it. Otherwise, apart from the influence of Y.T company, how could the news that Liu Mengrong didn't have to go to jail spread so fast and widely? Smart people could analyze it with their brains at will."Yours, of course." Mujiutian chuckled: "your reputation is much bigger than that of Shengyi people. I'll make headlines to make it more popular."

Qi Ruifeng listen to a cigarette thoroughly smoked, just press out in the ashtray cavity: "yes, but I need to know where she was hidden by you."

"Burial, not hiding."

Looking at Qi Ruifeng's eyes, Mu Jiutian sneers: "I can't hide her. She's dead. She's dead. Qi Ruifeng, if you don't want to take revenge on the murderer who killed aunt Sheng shuhuan, do you think I dare not or won't take revenge on you?"

"Six years ago, you personally killed Sheng Shuhua in this villa. Six years later, you left her in the sea completely. No more than two, what qualifications do you think you have? I'll let you see her and forgive her. "

That rainy night six years ago was the biggest one in Xicheng District in a century.

As soon as Qi Ruifeng closed his eyes, he saw the darkness and lightning of that night, and the woman rushing in in her red dress.

Qi Ruifeng doesn't remember when he was liked by Sheng Shuhua, or when he brought Sheng Yiren into his protection circle. Maybe it was the first time he saw her who was completely different from Sheng Shuhua, or the moment he woke up in the hospital, or even the moment he didn't like Sheng Yiren from the beginning to the end. What is the reason?

Get rid of control, or force the opposite.

Qi Ruifeng himself is not clear.

In the past six years, he never mentioned Sheng's family once, let alone Sheng's calligraphy and painting. Until Mu Jiutian came back again, his arrogant and charming face reappeared in his mind.

After six years, it is still as clear as yesterday.

Then he realized clearly that he had never forgotten that person one day.

Never.