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"No division." Mu Chi Yao said, "just leave him a breath, and let them do the rest."

The housekeeper replied respectfully and turned to carry out.

Mr. Mu's meaning, others may not understand, but the housekeeper is very clear.

Don't kill it. There are 18 kinds of torture Let Mu Tianye have a taste, but he can't be freed by death! It's about living all the time!

Only when you let Lin's life be worse than death and suffer from torture can you get rid of Mu Chi Yao's hatred!

Yan Anxi sends Yan Anchen back to his room, and then returns to the living room, where mu chiyao is still standing.

She was shocked: "you Why are you still here? "

Mu Chi Yao replied lightly, "wait for you."

Yan Anxi nodded, "then, go upstairs."

In fact, both of them knew it, but no one said it first.

In fact, such a relationship is the most painful, because you never know when the mood will break out.

At this time, Chen Hang suddenly rushed into the living room, out of breath: "Mr. mu, madam, something happened..."

Mu Chi Yao and Yan Anxi stopped at the same time.

Yan Anxi looks at Chen Hang curiously and doesn't know what happened.

Mu Chi Yao frowned, "what are you doing in such a hurry?"

"Mr. mu." Chen Hang gasped heavily. "Just now, a message came from the prison, saying Say Qin Su, commit suicide! "

"What?" But the voice of the cry was the voice of one side, AHI.

Chen Hang nodded: "yes, ma'am, it's suicide. The forensic has identified it. Now I think it's been sent to the crematorium. "

"Qin su She... "

Yan Anxi didn't know what to say. Qin Su died in this way.

Twenty years in prison, Qin Su hasn't started yet. It's only a dozen days. Qin Su has Can't you stand it?

Mu Chi Yao looked at her like this, and a burst of heartache: "it has nothing to do with you, you don't want to think about it."

He was afraid that she would be confused. In his heart, he had accumulated many things, and then affected his mood, making depression worse.

"How could it have nothing to do with me?" Yan Anxi mumbled, "Qin Su is dead. Yes, she deserves it. But... "

"Nothing, but you are right from the beginning to the end. It is her who is wrong."

Yan Anxi lowered his head and turned a little white.

"It's all her fault, you know? You don't need to be burdened with anything because of her death. You're not wrong and it's none of your business. "

Mu Chi Yao is low in her ear, enlightening her.

Then, by the way, he looks up and stares at Chen Hang.

Chen Hang Silent confession, over, he scared Mrs. mu, Mu always must be with him.

But it's urgent. Qin Su is dead. What can I do about it? It's up to Mr. Mu to arrange it!

Yan Anxi nodded: "I know that I am not sorry for Qin Su's death. It is... I don't know. Anyway, I'm in a bad mood... "

Mu Chi Yao patted her back gently: "it's OK. I'm here."

He looked up at Chen Hang and said, "what are you still doing here? If you die, you will die. Death is not a pity. "

Qin Su was one of the murderers who killed his and Yan Anxi's children. He could not be forgiven for his death.

Qin Su is dead. Lin will never turn over. He Qingqing It's gone.

These people, one by one, are to blame.

All the way back to the house, Yananxi's mood was still very low.

She always felt that everything had been solved and her heart was empty. She had nothing to worry about in the world.

The child's death, the truth.

Her grievances were washed away.

Yan Anchen is getting healthier day by day now, so she doesn't have to worry about it.

Moyao is also with Shenbei city.

Early and her little Uncle Li Yanjin, may have lovers, will eventually become a family.

Mu Chi Yao No longer cold to her.

It seems that this life is so complete.

Yan Anxi's heart is like a big hole, empty, which can leak into the wind, so that she can pull out the cool, from head to foot.

She, living in this world, has nothing to be nostalgic for.

Everything she wants to do has been done and everything she wants to solve has been solved.

Then What's the point of living?

Yan Anxi looks at Mu Chi Yao. He stands on his side and is pulling his tie. His side face is firm and firm, and his fingers are long and bony, which fascinates people.

But Yan Anxi's heart, but no waves, looking at the quiet bedroom, her heart more and more calm.

It was a terrible calm.

She shifted her eyes to the window again.

There are two huge French windows in the master bedroom. There is a balcony outside. The curtains are not drawn yet. You can see the street lights outside.

"Mu Chi Yao..."

Suddenly she called out his name.

Mu Chi Yao turned his head, threw his tie on the sofa, walked towards her quickly and held her cold hand: "what's the matter? How cold is your hand

Yan Anxi just smiled: "Mu Chi Yao, you said If I jump from there... "

Before she finished speaking, her hand was clenched tightly by him. It hurt a lot.

"Yan Anxi!"

Mu Chi Yao's voice suddenly became tense and a little flustered.

Yes, he was flustered, too.

"Yan Anxi, do you know what you are talking about?"

She looked at him nervously and flustered and blinked: "I know. I'm just asking you if I should jump. "

Yananxi said it lightly, as if he was just talking about the weather today.

Mu Chi Yao is frightened by her.

The strength of his hand was growing unconsciously, and he tightly grasped her hand: "Yan Anxi, don't say such words."

"I'm serious." She said, "I don't know why. Now, I don't care anymore. Everything has been finished, as if There is not much difference between being alive and being dead. "

Besides, it's too much trouble to live.

If you die, you don't have to think about anything.

Mu Chi Yao said nothing more and held her tightly in his arms: "Yan Anxi, you must live well, you must live well!"

In this world, anyone can die, including him.

But, only say Anxi, can't be busy.

He loves such a woman as life. He must see all kinds of people in the world, white haired, old with a smile, and then enter the loess.

"I also want to live, but it seems that living doesn't mean anything Not so good. It's over. Mu Chi Yao, do you think so? "

"No, No." Mu Chi Yao held her tightly, buried her in her neck, smelled the fragrance of her hair, "it's very good to live, Yan Anxi."

She smiled. The laughter was light, but it was like the sharpest knife, stabbing the heart of Mu Chi Yao.