C132 She killed someone.

She killed.

Huo Xing carried Xiao Sen back to the apartment but did not see him.

"Where's Miss Qiao?"

The housemaid answered: "In reply to Sir, Miss Qiao said that he went to the sanatorium to see her father."

Huo Xing knitted his brows and only then did he relax.

He called Qiao Mo, "Mo, are you coming back for dinner tonight?"

Qiao Mo said on the phone: "I'm going to accompany my Dad to eat, so I won't come back to eat."

"Alright, come back then. I'll go get you."

Qiao Mo rejected her offer, "No need, I'll go back by myself."

After Huo Xing hung up the phone, he gradually realized that Qiao Mo was getting further and further away from him.

Sometimes, he was close to losing her.

… ….

Song Xiazhi arranged to meet someone in the alley west of Sea City, at eight in the evening.

She had two hundred thousand dollars in cash in her purse for the man called Underground Donation.

However, this time, it wasn't for the money, but … The cost of the post-mortem.

She arranged for a man to lurk nearby, and when the man got the money, with a gesture, someone would come out and kill him.

Her nightmare was finally going to end today.

The man was rented in a nearby basement. When he came out at eight in the evening, the sky of Seahold was already dark. In this sparsely populated alley, it was even darker without the sun.

The man came out, disheveled and disheveled, in his slippers.

Upon seeing Song Xiazhi, she stretched out her rough hands: "Miss Song, you know, where's the money?"

Song Xiazhi took out some cash from her bag, but did not immediately give it to him. Instead, she said coldly: "Here is two hundred thousand, and you have also taken several hundred thousand from me. This is the last sum. If you come and harass me again, don't blame me for being impolite! "

"Look at you, you look so fierce!"

The man snatched the wad of cash from her hands and nodded slightly. "Sure, I won't bother you since I don't need money in the future!"

Song Xiazhi took a deep breath, and endured the humiliation of this man.

As long as she could wait a little longer, all of her nightmares would be over!

The man leaned close to her and said with a sneer, "Isn't it great when you work with me? By the way, your husband. Is his surname impotent? You're still a baby! Rich people all like to play like this? It's really cheap! "

Song Xiazhi's hands, which were hanging at the sides of her skirt, slowly clenched into a fist.

She wished that she could tear this stinking man, with his mouth full of nonsense, into a thousand pieces!

She looked at him coldly, then took the money and turned to leave the alley.

Song Xiazhi raised her hand and made a gesture. Suddenly, a man holding a shiny, sharp knife rushed out from the side, strangled the man's neck and stabbed the knife into his abdomen.

Song Xiazhi just stood there and watched as a moment ago, a living person who was still proud of herself collapse right in front of her.

She didn't have the strength to lift her foot and leave for a full three seconds.

Dead ….

Her nightmares, go to hell!

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

She screamed, clutched her head, and turned, running out, never to look back.

When he hailed a taxi, Song Xiazhi's hands were trembling.

She killed someone.

Her lips were pale and bloodless.

The driver looked at her in the rearview mirror and asked worriedly, "Girl, are you alright? You seem to be quite frightened? Did we run into a ghost? "

Song Xiazhi berated him coldly: "Take your car!"

The driver shook his head. These days, it was really bad luck to be scolded for being concerned!

Are all the young ladies of this age so hot-tempered?

By the time he returned to the Xiao Family Villa, Song Xiazhi's legs had already gone soft.

Her heart was beating fast, as if it was going to jump out of her throat.

Her legs were shaking as she got out of the taxi.

Supporting himself with the wall, he walked into the house.

Xiao Yan's car was parked in the courtyard.

Big Brother Xiao has returned.

Song Xiazhi choked violently, then adjusted her heart and emotions at the door and took a few deep breaths before entering the room.

Her face was as white as paper, as if she had received a great shock.

She had just arrived home when the sound of a television came from the living room.

"Mom, I'm back."

Xiao Ru Qing sat on the sofa and watched the news. Seeing that Song Xiazhi had returned, she immediately said: "Aunt Lan, Madam has returned. Bring out the bird's nest porridge."

Even if Xiao Ru Qing didn't like Song Xiazhi when she was pregnant, she would still take care of her in terms of diet.

In Song Xiazhi's mind, it had always been Hu Tong's scene. In that bloody battle, her chest was stuffy and she did not want to eat the Swallow's nest porridge at all.

When Aunt Lan brought out the bird's nest porridge, Song Xiazhi covered her chest and retched for a few times, almost vomiting.

Xiao Ru Qing frowned, "What, you can't eat it?" Or was the pregnancy too much of a reaction? "

Song Xiazhi's face was bloodless. She said apologetically: "Mom, I'm sorry. I can't eat this anymore. It could be that the reaction during pregnancy was too big. I'll go upstairs and rest first. "

Xiao Ru Qing naturally understood the woman during pregnancy and nodded. "Then go upstairs and have a good rest. When you're hungry, remember to come down and eat something."

"Okay, thank you, Mom."

Song Xiazhi turned her head, and heard the news being broadcasted on the television.

"This broadcast showed that about 8 o'clock tonight, in a street in the western suburbs of Haicheng, there was a murder case. The victim was a jobless nomad who was stabbed several times in the vitals and died …"

Song Xiazhi's entire body froze in place. She did not dare to turn her head to watch the scene on the television, nor did she dare to make a sound.

Lifting up his heavy and soft legs, he supported himself on the stairs and immediately went upstairs.

What to do...

What would she do if the police found out about her murder?

Song Xiazhi was afraid that her body would be covered with that person's blood.

When he reached the bedroom upstairs, he quickly went to the bathroom to take a bath.

She stood under the shower of flowers and rubbed her skin. She felt very dirty.

Every inch of the place that the stinking man had kissed, touched, made her feel so dirty.

She covered her face with her hands and stood under the warm shower of flowers, sobbing uncontrollably.

She had done everything she could and couldn't to tie up Big Brother Xiao and prevent him from being taken away …

There was no turning back!

Xiao Yan, who was in the study, felt a little tired after reviewing some documents. He stretched out his long finger and rubbed his temple.

Looking at the quietly placed phone at the side, he suddenly thought of how Qiao Mo had called him in the afternoon to tell him that he was going to leave Seahold and return to New York.

When it was almost night time, Huo Xing invited him out again and told him that Qiao Mo and Huo Xing had already had a two year old child.

Since he already had a child, why did he have to go back to Seahold and provoke him?

There was nothing bad about letting him live his life in ignorance.

But now that he knew the truth, unable to be together with Qiao Mo, his heart felt even emptier and more empty.

The Design Draft that was placed on the table had a few men's coats drawn on it. He was sure that it was painted by Qiao Mo and it was designed for him.

However, perhaps the author of the novel didn't expect that she wouldn't even have the chance to present the finished product.

Since it was impossible to be together again, then he might as well keep his eyes closed!

Xiao Yan threw all those Design Draft s into the trash can, not even sparing them a second glance.

After Song Xiazhi finished showering, she came out wearing her bathrobe and walked into the study. Her red lips were slightly opened and closed, as if she had lost her soul, she walked to Xiao Yan's side.

"Know?"

She didn't look good.

Her long, wet hair was draped over her shoulders and there were even droplets of water on it. She bit her lips and threw herself into Xiao Yan's embrace, her hands tightly holding on to his clothes.

"Elder Brother Xiao …" "I'm so scared …"

Xiao Yan's figure trembled, and his large hand slowly landed on her back. He lightly patted his back, "What's wrong?"

Song Xiazhi was in his embrace, her eyes tightly shut. She killed someone!

But she couldn't tell Big Brother Xiao, she couldn't tell anyone.

"I... I'm afraid of losing you! "

Xiao Yan was startled, his large hands embraced her body, "Don't be afraid, I'm by your side."

Song Xiazhi desperately nodded, "Big … Big Brother Xiao …"

She raised her red eyes and said pitifully, "You won't leave me, will you?"

Her hand gripped his sleeve tightly.

Xiao Yan's sharp black eyes examined the depths of her wet pupils. "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm afraid …!" She once again buried it in his chest, "I was afraid that Sister Qiao would snatch it away, that my child would be fatherless from the moment it was born … Big Brother Xiao, you're my everything, I really … I can't do without you! "

Xiao Yan embraced her, "I won't be snatched away by anyone."

Song Xiazhi was her responsibility that he could not avoid.

Qiao Mo was also responsible for her children, so, after two years, they would not be together again.

"Well, don't cry. "I haven't eaten yet, come down and have a bite with me."

Xiao Yan hugged her and went downstairs together with her.

A sanatorium.

After talking to Qiao Sheng for a long time, Qiao Mo finally came out from the nursing home. It was already very dark, and it was very difficult to find a taxi on the road.

In her mind, what constantly responded was Qiao Sheng's choice to "respect her own heart", and her choice …

She had always known about her subconscious choice, but she had never faced it bravely before.

Qiao Sheng said that if he gave her and Xiao Yan each a chance, the situation might change.

If there were some words that Qiao Mo had the courage to say, then in those few short minutes, she mustered her courage and dialed a number.

When the phone rang, Qiao Mo was so nervous that her heart was about to burst.

However, after waiting for a very long time, a cold female voice finally came through the phone —

"I'm sorry, but the number you dialed is temporarily unpicked, Sorry …"

Qiao Mo's gaze was empty as the hand holding the phone drooped down listlessly.

She no longer had the courage to make that call again.

People, sometimes strange, only had the courage to say everything in those fleeting minutes, or even seconds.

But after that point, there was no way to face it bravely.

Qiao Mo was walking on the road alone in a daze, and suddenly, a headlight flashed in front of her eyes.

She reached out her hand and subconsciously blocked the light.

Very quickly, the black, familiar feast arrived at her side.

As the window rolled down, Huo Xing looked at her from the driver's seat and said, "Why aren't you letting me pick you up yet? How long do you think it will take for a girl like you to reach home if you continue walking in a place where you can't even get a taxi? "

Qiao Mo bit her lips, lowered her eyes, and didn't say a word.

"Get in the car, what are you thinking about? Do you have to leave Seahold, and are a little reluctant to leave Uncle Qiao? "

After Qiao Mo got into the car, she buckled up her seat belt and nodded her head perfunctorily, "En, I can't stop worrying about my father."

The phone in her hand suddenly rang, and the caller ID showed that it was Xiao Yan.

When she looked up, Huo Xing's sharp gaze landed on the screen of her cell phone …