C377 In france the reason for marriage

"Great Bastard Feng, are you really going to marry me?" It was not that this was not unexpected, but it was just that this news was hard for Mu Qinghuan to digest.

"If you dare to marry, I dare to!" In addition, if he married Mu Qinghuan, he wouldn't lose out. He wished that he could hide Mu Qinghuan at home and not let any man covet him.

"If you want to marry, then I must marry?" Raising her hand, Mu Qinghuan suddenly became complacent, "There's also a market for married women. After all, the era has changed, and everyone knows how to respect women. Some married women are much happier than others."

Happier than a wedding... These words were like a slap to the face!

Feng Cheng grabbed onto the main point of the contradiction, "You and Hei Juesi are fake, after the divorce, who can you, a woman, rely on?"

"That's not necessarily true, Hei Juesi wants to pretend to be real!" The moment Mu Qinghuan said that, he immediately grabbed onto Mu Qinghuan's lower jaw!

"I forbid it!" With that, Feng Cheng sent Mu Qinghuan straight to the Holy Beauty Apartments, then stood at the entrance to block her.

In short, Mu Qinghuan could only live in the apartment. She was not allowed to go home and completely keep a distance from Hei Juesi.

How could there be such a mistress? This was too rampant!

After confirming that the lights in Mu Qinghuan's room were turned off, Feng Cheng returned to the car.

Once he changed his playfulness, Feng Cheng became silent. He did not say a word, and just silently carried them at the driver's seat.

It seems that Mu Qinghuan was unwilling to divorce him, and wanted him dead.

At five in the morning, Mu Qinghuan was woken up by the sound of her phone ringing.

"Hey, who's looking for me?" Just as Mu Qinghuan was about to answer the phone, a text message came in the next second.

It was an unfamiliar message: 18th floor.

Mu Qinghuan remembered that she was currently on the 18th floor. She looked outside through the peephole and couldn't see anything.

Presumably, Feng Cheng had already gone back long ago.

Mu Qinghuan removed the insurance and opened the door.

In the corridor on the 18th floor, a thin back was standing under the warm light.

Mu Qinghuan's gaze tensed up, she seemed to have seen this figure before.

"You … "Who is it?" Mu Qinghuan asked carefully.

"Mu Qinghuan... Didn't you find me first? " That frail figure turned around and looked at Mu Qinghuan.

Only then did Mu Qinghuan clearly see that this woman, whom she had just met at the horse gambling den, was called Zhou Xia Meng.

Zhou Xia Meng stood under the light of the stairs, wearing only a thin dress, with her hair draped over her shoulders, she smiled at Mu Qinghuan amicably.

"Miss Zhou? Do you also live nearby? " Mu Qinghuan asked curiously.

"Yeah, I didn't expect us to be so close together." Zhou Xia Meng said with a peaceful smile.

"Oh, I don't live here much." Mu Qinghuan felt that Zhou Xia Meng's smile was extremely strange.

Mu Qinghuan subconsciously asked, "You got up really early?"

Zhou Xia Meng pointed at the floor above, her tone gentle. "No, it's because I can't sleep. Now I want to go up and take a breather …"

Saying that, Zhou Xia Meng suddenly asked: "Miss Mu …." Will you come with me? "

Mu Qinghuan shook her head and rejected Zhou Xia Meng's good intentions, "I'm still a little tired, I want to go back and sleep."

"Then forget it." Then, without another word, she turned and walked into the elevator.

Maybe because Zhou Xia Meng had purposely slowed her pace, Mu Qinghuan had unconsciously followed her.

Seeing that Zhou Xia Meng's elevator had closed, Mu Qinghuan walked to the next elevator …

Since Zhou Xia's dream was to go to the top floor, Mu Qinghuan followed him.

There were less people in the morning, so when Mu Qinghuan walked out of the elevator, she was very anxious.

"Miss Zhou …" Mu Qinghuan walked about ten steps when she heard a series of slow footsteps behind him. Mu Qinghuan turned to look and the footsteps disappeared at the same time.

Mu Qinghuan took a deep breath and stood at the window of the corridor to listen carefully. Just as she raised his head, he saw a rapidly falling object flashing past the pitch black window, bringing about a gust of wind.

What had fallen?

Maybe garbage?

At first, Mu Qinghuan did not care, sshe thought that someone was throwing away trash on the floor, but without much thought, he turned and prepared to leave.

After walking another two steps, Mu Qinghuan felt that something was wrong. It was so early in the morning, no one would throw trash from the top floor.

Mu Qinghuan's mind was in a mess as she ran into the elevator to catch her breath. She did not dare to go downstairs to take a look, so maybe, the one who jumped in was him just now … Zhou Xia Meng!

Then, there might be a corpse downstairs.

Mu Qinghuan took out her phone from the pocket of her pajamas with trembling hands. "Hey, hey …"

In less than three seconds, the other party answered.

"Hey, hey …" Hiding in the elevator, Mu Qinghuan felt a burst of fear.

"What's wrong?" At first, he was stunned, but Feng Cheng realized that something wasn't right.

Mu Qinghuan fiercely closed her eyes, and as if she had misspoken, repeated, "Feng, Feng Cheng …"

The apartment's security was good, but Mu Qinghuan's tone was weird as she questioned, "Mu Qinghuan! What's going on? "

Clutching her lips, Mu Qinghuan suppressed the sobs in her voice and said as clearly as she could, "I-I just met Zhou Xia Meng, and I think I saw her fall from the roof. Shall we call an ambulance? If the ambulance is late, she'll die! "

Top floor?

"On the eighty-eighth floor, even if the ambulance came, she wouldn't be able to save him. Furthermore, why should we save her? As someone who does not wish to live, no one has the ability to save her! " With a cold laugh, Feng Cheng said those words with a cruel tone, as if he had suddenly become a completely different person.

"There might be hope!" Mu Qinghuan shook her head, and said with certainty.

"Mu Qinghuan, go back to your apartment obediently. I'll be there shortly." Exhaling a breath of air, Feng Cheng immediately instructed.

With her back pressed against the wall, Mu Qinghuan held onto her phone tightly. She looked around, and finally hid into the elevator.

As if he had sensed something, Feng Cheng blurted out, "Are you afraid?"

Mu Qinghuan bit her lips, "..."

"Stay on the phone and don't run around. I'll find you in the car right now!" Saying that, Feng Cheng warned Mu Qinghuan not to hang up.

"…" Mu Qinghuan could only squat in the elevator in a daze, her mind a blank. When she opened her eyes, he found herself lying on a warm bed.

Just now, was it just a dream?

Holy Beauty Corporation.

"Oh my god!" The first 'American Editor', Zhou Xia Meng, was killed last night! "

Sun Ziyang picked up the newspaper, and the sounds that came from it attracted the attention of the entire workshop.

Everyone was shocked, "How is that possible?"

They were even more surprised when they read the newspaper. "Really, this news is actually true!"

Mu Qinghuan's eyes jumped as she read the newspaper: Zhou Xia Meng was killed last night. She was covered in blood, and the police reminded all single women to protect themselves.

"Damn, Zhou Xia Meng is suffering from the pain. Look, her face is covered in blood. She was probably disfigured, and then she died from the pain!" Lifting the newspaper over his head, Yan Naier squinted, "It's obvious that the culprit is a woman, and she's also very jealous!"

Everyone laughed out loud, "Yan Naier, why are you a female artist, why aren't you going to be a police officer?"

"Why don't you believe it?" Yan Naier looked dissatisfied, then looked towards Mu Qinghuan, "Little Qinghuan, do you think that my words are very reasonable?"

"Yes." With a casual answer, Mu Qinghuan kept her head down the entire time, quietly pondering over something. She suddenly took out her phone, and saw that the message for the '18th floor' was still there.

After work, Mu Qinghuan decided to move out of the Holy Beauty Apartments!

Beep, beep... On the street, the sound of a car horn was extremely ear-piercing, and a car accurately stopped in front of Mu Qinghuan.

"I'll send you off." Lowering the car window, Feng Cheng's face that was without a dead angle of 360 degrees appeared in front of him.

Feng Cheng was in a good mood. He had finally investigated the reason for Mu Qinghuan's marriage clearly …