Chapter 56:

Seeing Mo Huai's Weibo, fans exploded for a while.
Winking: "Ah, one million fans don't approve of your love affair!"
August is slightly cool: "Don't make trouble, this palace is your queen, when do you post a selfie? Be ready to lick the screen anytime."
The crying ghost is me: "You have just gotten a fan, but you have a girlfriend? This woman has grown into such a fairy, either for money or for looking handsome. You want to take off fans!!!"
Qingxi enters the sea: "Skin is so good, eyes are so big, don't you know how to PS? I definitely look better than her after being sex. She looks so superficial and looks like a girlfriend who cheats?"
Emma is so cute: "Hehe, don't ask me why I think your girlfriend has had a plastic surgery. It means that I don't believe in an overly perfect look."
Shallow a drink alone: ​​"Who is this woman, an internet celebrity? A third-tier star? Bet a pack of spicy strips, there is definitely a PS. Anyway, I don't like it. President Huai is so handsome, you belong to us! "
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Looking at the comments below, Mo Huai's eyes darkened, and there was anger. He raised his head and asked Cao Yang beside him: "What is PS?"
Cao Yang was taken aback, scratching his head, "Even girls nowadays like to beautify their photos, and they can't see the pores even if they wear their skin. The face is sharpened and the eyes are enlarged. That's it."
Mo Huai kept pulling back, basically saying that Ning Mitang was not good. Seeing this, Mo Huai's brows tightened, and his beautiful thin lips pressed into a straight line. Listening to Cao Yang's description, the corner of his mouth was filled with deep disdain, "Pointy face and big eyes, is that a monster?"
"Puff!" Cao Yang couldn't help laughing. Brother Huai deserved to be Brother Huai, as he said. P became like that, and really became like the aliens.
Then, he heard Mo Huai's voice with deep pride: "Ning Mitang doesn't need any PS." There was a pause, with soft light in his dark eyes, "Other people want to compare with her? Huh, Overweight."
Thinking of her shiny white skin, it was smoother and smoother than the suet jade he had touched before. I remember that in the dream he kissed her body inch by inch, and every time he sucked the delicate skin, the girl's body trembled slightly...
Thinking of this, my heart suddenly felt irritable, and Ning Mitang hadn't come back to the apartment for several days.
A few days have passed, enough she is angry and calm enough, she is still reluctant to find him, do you dislike him? Or maybe she already has someone else she likes?
Just remembering this thought, my heart tingles.
There were so many men at the party that day, staring at her and they couldn’t move their eyes away. She is so beautiful and would definitely be attracted to her. If... if Ning Mitang doesn’t like him anymore, then absolutely not. .
He took his jacket and stood up suddenly, no, he couldn't sit still.
"Hey, Brother Huai, where are you going? I haven't talked to you about signing up for the competition." Cao Yang immediately shouted as he watched the man leaving tall.
"You figure it out." A cold voice came from afar, and then the tall figure drifted away.
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On the campus of Big B, because it is the time for class in the afternoon, there are very few students downstairs in the dormitory, and only a few come in and out sporadically. When I passed by, I couldn't help but look back. The scene before me was so seductive.
Ning Mitang held the book in her arms, unconsciously pinching the corner of the book with her fingers, Qing Ling's voice was mixed with surprise, "You said you want me to help you investigate the case?"
It is rare today that the sun is out, and the cold wind is blowing, with warmth, making people feel warm.
Looking at the girl in the winter sun, her small face was bright and white, almost transparent, her rosy lips seemed to be coated with a layer of glossy lip glaze, which was very attractive.
Qiao Ziyan's eyes inadvertently quenched a bit of softness, and the corners of his mouth curled up like an unaccustomed one, "Well, you heard me right."
"How is it possible." Ning Mitang's dark eyes rolled, and her fingertips were a little white while holding the corner of the book. "I'm not a policeman, and I don't have professional system knowledge in this area. I don't know anything about solving crimes."
Qiao Ziyan's voice is hard and cold, his words are clear and sweet, "I know these. But I want to use you."
As soon as the words of the person in front of him fell, Ning Mitang's heart jumped suddenly, did he find something?
In front of the quiet dormitory building, there was silence for a while.
Seeing the girl's defensive look, Qiao Ziyan slowed down his voice: "Don't worry, I have no other meaning, but instinct tells me that you can help." He looked at her seriously, "Have you heard about the recent market? There have been cases of corpse throwing in here? There have been three cases so far, and the dead are all female college students at school."
A strange color flashed in Ning Mitang's clear eyes, "I heard, didn't the news say that there was only one dead person?"
"That's because our police didn't report it all in order not to cause panic.
When the first corpse dumping case was discovered, the police judged it to be a simple homicide. When the second homicide case was discovered, the police began to speculate that it was the same murderer. Until recently, the third murder case appeared. Even though the deaths on each corpse were different, apart from the same conditions as the target of the murder, the other thing in common was that the deceased were raped and raped by the murderer in different forms. Kill.
Qiao Ziyan looked at her intently, "In addition to asking if you can help, the most important thing is to remind you that the police currently speculate that the murderer tends to target female college students, especially those who are pure and attractive. Therefore, you must usually come and go. Be careful."
Under the eyes, the white fingertips are more delicate and delicate than white jade. The pinching the corners of the book gradually loosened, and the round nails restored their matte luster. "Thank you for your reminder." After thinking for a while, Ning Mitang continued: "I really don't understand the investigation at all. As for the murder case that happened before, I provided you with information, I can only say I happened to know."
She had only told Mo Huai about the incredible smell she could smell. As for other people, she would keep it secret in order not to cause unnecessary trouble.
"So I'm sorry, Officer Joe, I can't help you."
Qiao Ziyan took a deep look at the delicate girl in front of him, "Well, it doesn't matter, I understand."
Looking at the dazzling scene in front of him, Mo Huai's dark eyes set off a hurricane-like violent and vicious look, like a bottomless shady, that can swallow everything. The big hands hanging on both sides of the body slowly tightened, trying to restrain, the blue veins on the back of the hand are clear and distinct.
Wild man?
Thinking of this, Mo Huai's delicate chin was tightened, and the white stand-up collar lining lined the shirt with a somewhat abstinent breath. His narrow black eyes were half-squinted, trying to resist the acidity and anger that continued to emerge from the tip of his heart. He knew that as long as he stayed away for a while, those flies and insects would pounce on Ning Mitang.
The girl smiled, dazzlingly bright. Mo Huai was expressionless, with coldness all over, and strode towards the dormitory.
"Why don't you return my message?"
Suddenly, the big hand naturally hugged the girl's slender waist from behind, and the voice was low and affectionate, with clear magnetic ears, Mo Huai half questioned, half aggrieved.
Ning Mitang was frightened by the man who appeared suddenly, and she didn't relax until she smelled his familiar smell. She turned her head and was surprised: "Why are you here?"
In the dark and deep eyes, the frost faded a little, and Mo Huai was like no one, leaning close to the girl’s ear, and his voice was low, but it was clear enough for others to hear, "I sent a message to you, and you did not reply. Tangtang, I am worried about you. I came to you."
There was a sudden jump in her heart, Ning Mitang's black eyes instantly became wet, and looked at him in amazement. What did he call her just now?
"Tangtang, when you look at me like this, you haven't seen me for a few days, miss me?" The man's warm breath sprayed on the base of Ning Mitang's ears, causing a small lump, and the tips of the ears were also flushed red.
After blinking the shiny black eyes, covering the wetness in her eyes, Ning Mitang turned her head, a little afraid to look directly at the deep meaning in Mo Huai's eyes. Her cheeks are blushing and her voice is very low, "You let go first, someone is here."
Hearing the girl's words, the corners of Mo Huai's mouth were raised high, and the turbulent sourness of his heart faded slightly.
He looked at the expressionless, sharp-eyed Qiao Ziyan on the opposite side, and smiled: "I've seen Officer Qiao several times, and I'm not a stranger, so you don't have to be too shy, right, Officer Qiao."
Also as a man, Qiao Ziyan's desire, hope, and begging in his eyes are clear to him, but the other party can only be delusional.
Qiao Ziyan wore a cold black suit, and his whole body seemed a bit lonely in the cold wind.
The angular face was flat, he glanced at Mo Huai, then stared at Ning Mitang: "I just told you, you must be careful. If you change your mind, you can contact me at any time."
"Okay, goodbye then." Ning Mitang responded casually.
Until Qiao Ziyan's back was gone, Mo Huai put his hands on both sides of Ning Mitang's body, and turned to face him, "What did he just tell you?" He whispered, his voice clear and sexy, seducing : "Tangtang, tell me."
"Why call me Tangtang?" Ning Mitang looked at him intently.
"Tangtang, I'm just restoring my memory, not changing someone." Mo Huai's black eyes were moist and bright. "I was obsessed with my heart a while ago. I didn't convert a tendon. God knows how stupid I was then to push it away. You. You, if you haven't calmed down yet, I will punish as you please when I go back."
Ning Mitang closed her mouth tightly and did not respond.
"You don't know, I have dreamed of you almost every day during this period." The low magnetic voice became a little more hoarse, and he looked at her with scorching eyes, "You are charming, leaning softly against my arms. Li was affectionate with me, you kept calling me Ahuai, your little hands are so small and so soft, so comfortable to me..."
Realizing what the man was talking about, Ning Mitang's small face turned bright red. She glared at the shameless man in front of him with shame, and yelled: "You... shut up, don't talk nonsense."
Big bastard... that's terrible.
"Okay, I won't say."
Mo Huai’s eyebrows and eyes were full of joy, and the dimples on his left face appeared faintly, and his cool, handsome face was a little more cute, "Goodbye, come back with me after class, I learned how to cook a dish. , Can you taste it. If you like it, I will make it for you in the future."
"Your cooking is unpalatable." Ning Mitang replied straightforwardly.
"I deliberately went to learn this time, you taste it first..."
As the man walked forward with his arms around the girl, he lowered his eyebrows and looked at her, chattering.
In the residence of Shengtangyuan, the bright crystal lamp hung high on the ceiling, reflecting the bright and dazzling light.
On the burgundy leather sofa, the girl is wearing a pure white long skirt, and the skirt is made of thin chiffon, making the girl more slender and slim.
During this time, Su Xiaotong stayed in the villa.
Since the three-pointer was lost, her Weibo has often been stared at by a lot of black fans, a little turbulent. Those people are like flies staring at insects. They are extremely annoying. Even her serial works on hand have been affected. .
At this moment, looking at the magnified photo on the phone, Su Xiaotong's eyes flashed with misfortune. Didn't expect a porter to turn into a painter? And Mo Huai's girlfriend photos posted on Weibo are ridiculous.
The bright red nails kept sliding on Weibo. Su Xiaotong kept pulling down. Seeing that the comments above were all cursing Ning Mitang, the corners of his mouth could not help being raised, and it seemed that everyone's eyes were still sharp.
Then, she continued to read the comments in a good mood, and she praised all the comments scolding Ning Mitang with her trumpet.
At this time, Song Jingchen walked downstairs wearing a white bathrobe.
"Jing Chen, have you finished bathing?"
Su Xiaotong's expression brightened, and he threw the phone aside, barefoot, stepping on the thick woolen imported carpet, and walking in front of Song Jingchen in the white skirt flutteringly.
The mirror surface of the glasses is refracted by the crystal light, blocking the deep look in the eyes. Song Jingchen shook the red wine glass in his hand, the scarlet liquid swayed along the wall of the glass, "Yeah."
"During this time, you have been out early and late at night. Jing Chen, what are you doing?" Su Xiaotong stretched out her hand to wrap Song Jingchen's arm, almost leaning on him.
Su Xiaotong in front of her has no makeup, and I don't know if it is because of long-term makeup. Her skin is a bit dark yellow, and the lip color of her small mouth is different from the usual bright red lip gloss, which is a bit dark purple.
She snorted and said coquettishly: "I am bored here in the villa these days, Jing Chen, can you take me with you when you are busy?"
Song Jingchen followed her in her arms and took a sip of red wine at random. The smile on the corner of her mouth was a little bit cold: "I think you must not like to see what I'm doing..."