Chapter 641

Yaman's subtext, mujiutian understood, but did not agree: "her background and childhood education are enough for her to adapt to the identity of Mrs. Kape as soon as possible. What's more, if you don't let her try, how can you know whether she is suitable or not."

"Don't try. She's not suitable at all."

"But..."

"Little wine is sweet." Yalman's voice was light, and he didn't move his big palm on the steering wheel. He didn't even look at me: "it's my business. It should be based on my feelings, right? I know you know Zhang Shuwen, but the two cannot be confused. "

Smell speech, mujiutian immediately know that it is their own trouble, she always just want to Zhang Shuwen and yalman between less twists and turns, but ignore the feelings of the parties.

He rubbed his forehead and said, "I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter."

The carriage quieted down, and the car soon drove to the eastern suburb of the mass grave. Yaman hid with his car and people in the weedy Tin House, which was arranged in advance, and it was comfortable. The 50 inch TV showed the surrounding monitoring pictures, so high-definition that anyone's behavior was clearly reported.

She watched with her own eyes that the car that had been repaired about half an hour later came slowly from afar. When she reached the monitoring range, she stopped. When she got out of the car, she was wearing black clothes and trousers, and her straight legs stepped on the ground, which had the unique thinness and sharpness of a mercenary, like a dagger.

From the perspective of monitoring, we can clearly see his side face. He is calm and calm. He has a slight drum around his waist, but he scans around seemingly calm. He says: "I know you should be nearby. Come out. Why do you use all kinds of means? You want my life, I want to keep my life, We should have room for maneuver between the two. "

It seems that there are still people on the car, but the one who gets off the car is the one who repairs it.

He pauses for two minutes and no one responds.

He is not flustered, still maintain a very heavy cold, with sharp eyes swept, deep voice continued: "before every time play the game of assassination, this time don't think I can again and again stupid to be fooled, you under the pretext of attacking my employer, in fact is attacking me, nothing more than that I know you some things that can't be seen."

"The evidence of that year's incident has been edited into an e-mail by me. As long as I don't cancel it on time, the e-mail will be sent out automatically. I'm afraid everyone knows that. Even if I die, I want you to be buried with me. "

There was still no movement around, as if the whole process was performed by Xiu alone, and he was not worried. After a few words, he leaned on the car door casually, skillfully took out a cigarette from his pocket to light it, half hung his eyes, and the thin lips spit out blue and white smoke, lingering in the air with a sense of deep silence.

As time goes by, it's a tug of war.

The monitoring screen is almost still, except for more and more cigarette butts under pedicure.

Suddenly, there was a sudden noise near the mass grave, as if someone had fallen.

Xiu's eyes scanned the past for the first time, and lowered his voice to warn: "who is it? Come out." As he said this, he touched his side with his hand. His slender legs stepped back with a defensive posture: "if I don't come out again, I'll send someone over."

"Don't come here..."

Small voice has a sense of tenderness, a slender figure slowly stands up from a leeward slope, biting the lip movement, the contrast of red lips and white teeth is very obvious, especially in such a strange and messy environment, has a messy beauty.

Xiu still did not relax his vigilance: "who are you? Raise your hands and walk slowly."

Then he called the people waiting in the car down.

"Don't kill me." The woman was about to cry. She came slowly, still wearing high-heeled shoes, her legs were so thin that there was no muscle in them, and her legs trembled because of fear. At a glance, she knew that there was no force value: "I just came here to bury my cat. It's dead. I don't want to throw it into the garbage, so I'm going to bury it. I just didn't hear anything, really, I didn't hear anything... "

When she walked slowly, Xiu immediately asked someone to check her belongings and search her body.

In fact, there is no need to search her body. The pure white dress, the high-heeled shoes decorated with lace up of the same color, and the slender hand of the waist can control her. When you glance at the past, you can see that she can't hide any weapons.

If you look around, there is no wind or grass at all.

Involuntarily, Xiu's mind relaxed a little. He glanced at the sobbing woman. He stretched out his hand and touched the skin where the monitor was implanted after his ears. In a low voice, "master yalman, the plan was disrupted in the middle of the way. He asked if he would stop the team."On this side of the tin room, before he could even speak, the monitor was snatched by mujiutian. He frowned and his face was very cold. What spilled out was totally cold: "she can't stop the team, she was sent out."

Xiuwenyan in the monitor frowned, and didn't seem to be able to believe: "what's the point, Miss mu?" He glanced at the woman who was being interrogated again. With a trembling look, he shook his head slightly invisible: "I don't think she can attack me and kill me."

"Because she's... From Shengyi."

Always carrying a pair of weak and obedient face, but quietly do all conscience to destroy things.

When Aunt Sheng shuhuan took her home with her parents dead, she was so kind to her that she was almost like her own daughter. Even if she could not treat Sheng huainuan like a pamper, she had all the things that Sheng huainuan had, and even had more because of her weak temperament.

But even so, she was able to cheat aunt Sheng shuhuan to the cruise ship without regret, and when she knew there was a bomb on the cruise ship

Mujiutian felt chilly even when she thought about it. In Xiu's second inquiry, "she only met me three hours ago, and... She never keeps a cat."

In the process of monitoring, Xiu's pupils dilated instantly, and his eyes were locked on Sheng Yi people at the same time.

Seems to be aware, the other side biting the lip, especially wronged eyes and he looked at each other, trembling voice: "what I said is true, if you don't believe it, I'll take you to the place where I buried the cat to have a look."

With that, she wanted to go that way, even a little impatient.

"Stop." Sharp voice, repair of the eye bottom skim dark cold light: "You raise a cat, raise what kind of cat?"

It seems that he didn't think of this problem. Sheng Yi was stunned and said, "one... A pure white Persian cat, two cats, one blue and one purple eyes. It's beautiful, but it's dead."

"She lied."

The tight string at the bottom of my heart almost broke, and Mu Jiutian's uncontrollable voice came down in a moment: "she will never raise that kind of cat, never."

Because pure white Persia is aunt Huan's favorite. Once there was a cat in Sheng's old house. It changed its arrogant temperament and was very clingy. Even for a person who didn't belong to Sheng's family but used to go there, she was very intimate. Every time she went there, she would surround her feet and meow at her head, From time to time, she rubbed her legs with her hairy little head.

When Sheng's family was destroyed, she wanted to take out pure white Persia, but what she saw was a body that had been skinned and hung on the wall. The bloody scene made her have nightmares for several days.

Now think about it

Sheng Yi didn't know that he had been seen through at all. He was still trying to invite Xiu to go there with him, but he couldn't restrain his fear and anxiety: "follow me to see where I buried the cat, and you will know that I didn't lie. Go with me..."

And he said, Even bold to come forward to pull the sleeve repair, but in the middle of the road was stopped.

"Back up, hands up."

Next to the people scold, Sheng Yi talent reluctantly back to the original position of three steps away.

Yalman was very keen to feel that the mood of mujiutian was very bad. He could even describe it as tense. He told someone to pour her a glass of red wine, and then tried to coax her in a low voice: "I asked Xiu to bring people here first. Calm down and don't be so nervous."