The doctor who is used to death is definitely the most unbelievable person in the world.

Jiang Muran felt that all police officers should also be firm atheists.

Otherwise, who dares to be a policeman.

He was possessed by the ghost at the scene of the murder. After finding a chance to replace him, he can feel relieved and boldly toss his pretty girl - it's not a matter of how much money he can earn.

But now, Mrs. Jing Hong tells Jiang Muran that after a long on-site investigation by the police, it is preliminarily determined that the white shadow who came to steal her clothes is not a person.

There is no doubt that the police who pay the most attention to evidence will never come to this conclusion without sufficient reasons.

Not initially.

Not people?

So, that's the ghost!

After hearing the conclusion drawn by the police, can Jiang Muran not be frightened?

When the mineral water in her hand was about to fall to the ground, Mrs. Jing Hong, who was dignified, beautiful and graceful, stretched her right foot forward in time, and the bottle just landed on the tip of her foot.

With a little more force, the bottle flew up and fell into her hands.

The sword is not old.

"Yes, I'm sorry, auntie."

Jiang Muran felt guilty for his gaffe and apologized.

"It's all my family. Don't be so polite."

Mrs. Jinghong shook her head with a smile, put her right hand on Jiang Muran's shoulder and let her sit down again.

Jiang Muran was in a state of uncertainty again, looking at Mrs. Jing Hong, hoping to get a reasonable explanation.

Is there a ghost in the world?

If there is a ghost, why does that ghost steal from her?

But Mrs. Jinghong didn't speak. She opened the mineral water and began to drink it.

When Jiang Muran's mouth moved, a flash of inspiration appeared in his mind!

Her charming little face suddenly turned pale.

She understood why Mrs. Jinghong didn't speak.

This is to let her understand: "why do you attract bees and butterflies? Why do you attract ghosts that may exist? After all, the dressing room is not for your own use. There are more than a dozen female medical staff. If others are OK, you are stolen. Shouldn't you think about it, why did the ghost steal your clothes? "

"Silence, it's OK. Calm down and have a drink. "

Mrs. Jinghong handed over the mineral water.

Jiang Muran's right hand trembled and took it. He raised his head and drank it. It was like a man blowing beer.

Because I drank too fast, I choked.

Jiang Muran coughed a few times, then raised his head, and his face was red.

It's like being drunk.

Mrs. Jinghong asked softly, "do you understand?"

Jiang Muran nodded hard and said in a loud voice, "yes, it's the ghosts from the South who have come back to see me."

In some folklore, ghosts can go home to visit their relatives.

However, because the hospital is full of evil, and the doctors don't believe in ghosts, Li Nanfang, who is eager to miss her silent sister, doesn't dare to go to her duty place and hug her.

But he can come to the dressing room where his sister changes.

Because there are high heels that she sees as spiritual sustenance.

As long as you steal the high-heeled shoes and then take away her clothes, you can find a safe place. With the cooperation of Muran's elder sister's black silk, you can do the action of wringing your hands in front of the high-heeled shoes.

It's also a spiritual sustenance, isn't it?

And Dr. Jiang sent Acacia in high-heeled shoes, has the same effect.

To Jiang Muran's assertion, Mrs. Jinghong didn't answer, but she just gave an enigmatic smile and said in a soft voice: "no matter what you said is right or wrong, I think the south must always remember you. He hopes that you can live a happy life. Don't be as haggard as before because you miss him too much. "

Everything has two sides.

It's just like the case that sister Muran's clothes are suspected to be stolen by ghosts. If she doesn't think of Li Nanfang, she may become haggard again because of the theft of her spiritual sustenance.

But as long as you think of Li Nanfang, the ghost of that guy who stole your things, it's because he misses you very much. I hope you can be happy.

So, what's the reason for sister Muran to let her Southern brother and younger brother die?

"Auntie, I, I will be strong. I'm sure I will! "

After understanding this truth, Jiang Muran was full of vitality.

It's completely alive.

But some at a loss: "Southern hope I can be happy, do you want me to find a man?"

She didn't know why.

For example, she already knew in advance what Mrs. Jing Hong would say next: "quietly, if you really want to make the South happy, then I suggest you go home to have a good rest and go to bars, singing halls and other places to relax in the evening. Maybe you can see the man you like there? "

Jiang Muran shook his head in a hurry and denied: "no, no! Auntie, I will never accept another man except the south in my life. I, I was born to him. Death is his ghost. "

Mrs. Jinghong laughed, stood up, walked slowly to the window, looked outside and said slowly, "that's not necessarily. As long as you do as I say, maybe you can really meet the man you like. "

Time flies.

A day's time in the river of time, not even a drop of water, was soon full of sunset to evaporate.

The golden sunlight sprinkled on Hua yeshen's face, plating her with a light golden light.

Butterfly wings like eyelashes, covering the eyes like water, so that Li Nanfang did not dare to breathe, for fear that one accidentally scared the two black butterflies away.

No matter how beautiful a woman is without eyelashes.

The smile of sweetness and contentment aroused from the corner of a beautiful woman's mouth is irresistible to any man.

In particular, the quilt has slipped from her body, revealing more than half of her crystal white chest. The breath of maturity is pounding Li NanFang's olfactory and visual nerves wave by wave.

Let him no longer can't help but reach out, from the beautiful young woman's greasy fragrant shoulder, slowly slide down.

That pair of black butterfly wings, slightly fluttering down, a slender hand seized Li Nanfang that restless hand.

Li Nanfang was a little embarrassed. He leaned back on the head of the bed and took the cigarette.

Surrounded by smoke, the beautiful young woman's voice sounded like balderdash: "south, you have changed."

"Yes, with long hair and a beard, it's no longer the cream of that year."

When boss Li boasted, he was always serious.

It seems that there is no such idiom as "shameless" in his dictionary.

With a smile, the head of the beautiful young woman pillow on his stomach, spring onion like index finger, drawing a circle on his chin, greasy said: "your ability in that aspect is stronger than the two times we did last year."

All bear men, like to be praised by women, that he is very strong.

Li Nanfang was no exception. He said with a smile: "that's nature. Do you think I've been eating Maca seafood for half a year on a desert island overseas

Whether it's seafood or Maca, any man's ability in that aspect has been significantly improved after half a year's binge eating, which has a very scientific basis. It's just like an old bachelor who is 80 years old and will have fantasies when he sees a beautiful woman.

Li Nanfang, who was originally very strong in his own function, took more than half a year to make up for the fact that his sister night God, who was turned on as a slut and also known as a night tiger, killed a man on the night of the bridal chamber, raised his horse and begged for mercy.

Otherwise, Hua yeshen will never sleep from morning till now. It's not as early as Li Nanfang wakes up.

This sleep is also the most comfortable one for Hua yeshen after he became a "hundred day couple".

When people feel comfortable, the spirit will be particularly relaxed.

When the spirit is relaxed, it is possible to inadvertently tell the secret that has been hidden in the heart for a long time.

That's what flower night is like.

When Li Nanfang looked at her with strange eyes, she was still at a loss: "what's the matter, Nanfang?"

"Husband."

Li Nanfang interrupted her.

Hua yeshen blushed a little and said, "what's the matter, old man and husband. Why do you look at me like that? "

"What do you say?"

With a sneer, Li Nanfang suddenly grasped the quilt with his right hand. With a little effort, the quilt flew to the chair under the west wall. It was a delicate body that was whiter than snow and softer than tofu. In this way, hongguoguo was exposed to the golden sunset.

"I, I don't know."

Flower night God instinctively just about to curl up, boss Li turned over and rode on her.

Frightened, she grabbed Li NanFang's hand and gently begged him to let her go.

Although Yang Xiao said that the flower night God was forced down by boss Li outside the Fengwu disco, it has opened the rippling mode.

But a woman like water, no matter how hungry and thirsty she is, can't stand boss Li's abnormal long-term whipping.

That's what it means to have more heart than strength.

Of course, Li Nanfang is also very clear that Hua yeshen will not think about men any more in the near future - but he thinks that only in this way can he let this charming girl tell the truth.

So, regardless of meijiaoniang's gentle plea for mercy, she even cried in a hurry, but boss Li, who is not a human, once again roughly occupied her.

He's like a four-wheel drive SUV full of oil. He's roaring and rushing, regardless of hills or streams. He's just going to increase his horsepower all the way.

"Nan, honey! What's the matter. Can you give me a reminder? "

Meijiaoniang twisted her eyebrows and begged for mercy.

She's just being tortured like this, and she doesn't feel any enjoyment at all.

Li Nanfang finally had some humanity. He stopped lashing for a while and asked with a sneer: "you just said that my ability in this field is stronger than the two times we did last year. But I remember very clearly. We did it in Fengwu disco last year. Where did you get it twice? Unless --

After a pause, Li Nanfang moved again.

The action is more rough and violent: "you are the ghost woman who pushed me back!"

If he didn't know that Hua yeshen was Yang Xiao's Horseman, Li Nanfang certainly couldn't think of it. She might be the ghost woman who seriously frustrated his man's dignity.

Yang Xiao can make black dragon afraid. As the flower night God of her horse, she may also have this ability.

Is it strange that Li Nanfang, a calm man, can figure out such a simple truth?

Meijiaoniang groaned in pain, raised her hand to cover her face, and said nothing more.

Li Nanfang didn't feel pity for her.

When a man and a pretty girl are together, their psychology is not normal——

With this kind of torture, let night God elder sister obediently tell the truth, is not the most cater to the taste of men?

As for her big tears - well, this action can only prove that the timid beauty is so stupid.

The more she is like this, the stronger the man is.

No way, in the mob's rough whipping, night God sister had to confess truthfully.