Chapter 98

Xia qiner poured the wine into the transparent glass again. The wine red liquid swayed quietly in the glass. Through the glass, Xia Zhiyang's old face could be reflected.

She held out her hand and handed the goblet to Xia Zhiyang, who was already sleepy. Her voice was a little gentle: "Daddy, you drink a little too much. Do you want to stop and have a rest

The words are like this, but the action in his hand doesn't stop at all. He still gently puts the wine cup into Xia Zhiyang's hand, who has already begun to hold unstable things. Xia Zhiyang is a little drunk, but he waves his hand to indicate that he wants to drink, and then he drinks all the red wine in the glass.

Xia qin'er saw that he waved his hand. Although he was a little sad on his face, the action of pouring red wine in his hand began to speed up.

Seeing that Xia Zhiyang was almost drunk, her eyes rolled up and down: "Dad, my birthday, do you want the bracelet I picked up last time?"

A room suddenly silent, Xia Zhiyang some stupidly looking at the front of the red wine glass, silent.

Xia qin'er's heart suddenly jumped up. There was a trace of uneasiness in her heart, but she waited patiently.

After a long silence, Xia Zhiyang was finally willing to open his mouth. He was drunk and seemed to recall many things. He whispered: "that bracelet is..."

"What is it?" Zhou pushed the door open and put his hands in the pockets of his black trousers. There was a smile on his lips, like a devil from hell.

"Yes..." as soon as Xia Zhiyang raised his head to speak, his words were interrupted by Zhou Yingchen. He looked at Zhou Yingchen in a daze. He looked at them in some uncertain situations and then fell asleep.

Zhou Xingchen just took a conversation, but actually he didn't hear Xia Zhiyang's words clearly. He came over, casually sat down in the sofa, took a lazy look at Xia qiner's flustered expression, slowly stretched out his hand, and slowly poured the red wine into the glass.

"The people of Haicheng are yours?"

Xia qin'er was a little flustered, and her palms were sweating constantly. She was afraid that Zhou Xingchen would see through her intention at a glance. She had to understand about the bracelet, but Zhou Xingchen's words stunned her.

Liang Jia, who is here, can't find any clues, so she just goes online to check some information. But she didn't expect that such a check would make her see the news of Haicheng accident.

On the website, the headline clearly reads "explosion on the road of Haicheng silver BMW airport, one person died." And Zhengwen just reported that on the road to the airport that day, a silver BMW and several black cars collided with each other. Several photos gradually showed up with the movement of the mouse. The thick smoke mixed with huge fire appeared shocking in the photos.

One by one.

Suddenly, Liang Jia holds the mouse hand, fingers suddenly tightly hold the mouse, her pupil unconsciously enlarged several times.

In that photo, it was a picture of the scene of the explosion. The angle was very wonderful. It accidentally showed that the man was on the phone, and the screen was inadvertently taken into the picture. Normally, there was no problem with this picture, but it was the number that Liang Jia was most familiar with and could recite.

It turns out that you are the one who wants to kill us.

In the past, Liang Jia never believed in heaven's net. If the ordinary people on the Internet look at this photo, they will feel nothing. But Liang Jia is the person who is most familiar with and loves Li Yin. In those dark days, Liang Jia always dials this phone to help him. She is afraid that he won't live, and even regards him as her only brother. In those days, she doesn't dare to keep his number in her mobile phone, I'm afraid that Zhou's family will find out, Liang Ruian will find out, and Zhou Xingchen will know. But at that time, she didn't know. Everything was under Zhou Xingchen's control.

She opened her lips and laughed, but there was no emotion in her eyes.

"People of Haicheng, what are you talking about“ Xia Qin Er raised her head and looked at him in some unknown way.

Zhou Xingchen narrowed his eyes and looked at her. His sharp eyes looked straight up and down at her. He took the red wine in his hand and sipped it gently. He pretended to look at Xia qin'er carelessly. He looked into Xia qin'er's suspicious eyes and held the glass tightly in his palm: "people of Haicheng, aren't they yours?" His voice is a little low, and Xia qin'er can recognize that he is not happy.

"I don't know what kind of people you're talking about in Haicheng." Xia qin'er seemed to understand what he was saying and immediately denied: "I don't know what happened to you in Haicheng. Neither my father nor I have been to Haicheng."

She looked at Zhou Xingchen and drank the glass of red wine. Her eyes moved, with some ambiguous information in her eyes. She stood up, gently approached Zhou Xingchen and held his sleeve: "Xingchen, I know what you misunderstood, but it doesn't matter. I'll explain it to you slowly."Zhou Xingchen looked at her pulling the corner of her clothes, but he didn't mean to stop her, just his eyes intentionally or unintentionally crossed her slightly red cheek. They sat very close, Xia qin'er intentionally or unintentionally pulled the corner of his clothes, eyes with a trace of water Lingling to see him, eyes full of expectation.

Before he spoke, Liang Jia stepped on her high-heeled shoes, which made a rhythmic sound on the floor. Liang Jia walked in step by step, her eyes just touched Xia qin'er's sleeve, her eyes narrowed slightly, and her eyes crossed Zhou Xingchen and Xia qin'er's face intentionally or unintentionally.

Zhou Xingchen's eyes moved. His hand quickly broke away. Xia qin'er grabbed the corner of his clothes, stood up, sorted out his clothes, even patted the corner of his clothes like disgust, strode toward Liang Jia, and stood beside Liang Jia almost in a few seconds, gently hugged her shoulder and looked down at her.

But just a few seconds, Liang Jia let Zhou Xingchen embrace, but no longer look at Zhou Xingchen, turned to look at Xia qin'er, with a dignified smile on her face: "Miss Xia, long time no see. I'm really sorry to disturb you. I also blame my husband for not being polite and offending me."

As Mrs. Zhou's identity immediately showed in Liang Jia's body without reservation. Xia qin'er looked at her, her eyes deliberately glanced over Liang Jia's eyebrows. Her look was not abnormal, even frowned. Xia Qin er's unconsciously tightly closed up, in the heart across a trace unwilling, jealousy constantly gushed from her heart.

She hated Liang Jia for not being angry! Seeing that she and Zhou Xingchen are so close together, she is not angry! Why? She hated Liang Jia more. Liang Jia was not angry, but also kept the face of Mrs. Zhou. Even she almost thought that Liang Jia was the mother of the Zhou family.