Chapter 91: Unscrupulous Man X Drama Girl (End of Sixteen)

Yuan Gao stayed up all night and played games all night. At three or four in the morning, his eyes were almost impossible to open, and he fell asleep shortly after falling on the bed.
The dream was not stable either, it was all monsters.
When the sky was bright, he woke up from his dream, wrapped his head in a cup anxiously, frowned, and kept whispering. Turned over and prepared to continue to sleep, his head was just empty, and his arms and legs felt light.
Suddenly woke up by a ringing phone.
Suddenly the hair was exploded, and the quilt was lifted open, with red hair fluffy and coquettish, and his face was tired, and his brows were angry: "I
your mother."
After being connected, he opened his mouth and scolded him, but then he rushed to speak: "Brother, the woman you asked me to stare at has met her daughter today."
"Who?" Gao Luyuan lost her hair and hadn't looked back.
Listen carefully again and say that after yawning several times, I realized that Cen Simiao went to her mother. This is what moth is going to make.
Gao Luyuan has been very moist recently, and Gao Zhisu's shares have fallen. The company's shares are yellow. When he took the opportunity to cooperate with him before, he signed the list to find the fault, and then ate the shares in Gao Zhisu's hands .
Just kicked him out. Many relatives in the back called him a white-eyed wolf, which was too filial.
Gao Lu Yuan Quandang didn't hear it, but there was still a breath in his heart, and he sent someone to stare at the original aunt, in order to find a chance to make her a little bit worse. Unexpectedly, Cen Simiao suddenly came to such a hand, he thought she wanted to let her mother die on her own, no matter what happened.
"Then you don't get involved, she's more fierce than anyone else, and she'll do it by watching." It's absolutely impossible to make peace with the original aunt.
I was about to hang up, but I took a breath in and said quickly: "I got the news. Xu's family seems to be messed up again. This time she escaped again."
Gao Luyuan lifted his eyes and was impatient: "No matter what you do."
I slammed the phone and fell asleep in bed with my eyes closed.
Xu Zhiheng and Cen Simiao were uncomfortable for a few days without any trouble. She sneaked out to see the original aunt this time, and she was not afraid to let Xu Zhiheng know that she might be holding something bad.
I can't sleep when I lie down.
The Xu family has turned into a mess of congees, and the people responsible for looking at the door took turns to shirk their responsibilities, but they were all scolded. They arranged people by the wall, and they were afraid that another thing would happen.
But this time I did not see anyone go out.
Called out to monitor, Cen Simiao really ran over the wall again, and they were standing guard at the time. Xu Zhiheng's face was particularly ugly, but unlike the panic Cen Simao had not seen before, her eyes were dark now.
The whole person was especially quiet, and the emotion in his eyes was unpredictable.
He had looked around in a car, aimlessly, dangling on the street, his expression getting colder and colder. In the middle of the winter, he only went out wearing a shirt. There was no warm air in the car, the window was opened halfway, the cold wind blew in, and the collar was shaking.
Suddenly the phone rings and connects.
The strange phone number, but the voice over there was particularly familiar, shouting timidly: "Sir."
Xu Zhiheng pulled back to stop, his eyes were deep like the sea, and he leaned against the driver's seat, waiting for her to continue.
Cen Simiao stood downstairs in the building and looked up, quite tall. The coat that was tightly wrapped around her body was slightly warmer: "I'm here to see my mother. She said she can't live without me, and I can't leave her alone."
He picked up a pack of cigarettes and held it in his mouth. The lighter didn't ignite several times. He turned his back, and the cold wind could not blow it, and then he ignited the flame, and lowered his head closer.
The smoke burned and took a breath, and the smoke spread in the car.
He answered again without saying anything else.
Cen Simiao said: "Thank you for your time ..."
Before he finished speaking, Xu Zhiheng hung up the phone first, and Cen Simiao froze. She didn't understand what it meant. Stepping on the heels and walking inside the building, just before entering the elevator, WeChat sounded.
Xu Zhiheng sent it.
A video, click to see, the sweet gasp almost did not scare Cen Simiao. Fortunately, there was no one nearby. She went to the corner and turned off her voice.
In the video, Cen Simiao was being held by Xu Zhiheng with her legs lying on the bed, her neck tilted back, her cheeks flushed, and the charm in her eyebrows revealed.
The complexion was white, and there was a red mark on the tight waist. There were no traces on his body, and there were kiss marks.
When was this special shot?
Another message.
This is followed by a small video.
After Xu Zhiheng smoked a cigarette, the video on the mobile phone was only sent out for a little while. After hanging up the phone just now, let people check where Cen Simiao was calling.
Before Cen Simiao escaped, he was particularly flustered and almost couldn't sleep well. But after she disappeared today, she was more at ease.
Anyway, in the end she still has to come back and can only stay with him. She was willing or unwilling.
Cen Simiao sent two words, calling him shameless.
Bending her eyes, she could almost think of her blushing cheeks, frowning, looking at the screen of the mobile phone seriously, scolding him, but didn't know what words to use.
He made a voice, his voice was low, and it was clearly daytime, but he had a temptation late at night: "I like morning and evening the best. At this time, I can caress your body with impunity, you look at me with your eyes open, talk to Like a rabbit, let me grind and dress you, and be bullied and shout. "
Breathing suddenly said, "You like it, think about it, come back to me."
Cen Simao didn't reply.
After the address was found, Xu Zhiheng narrowed his eyes, extinguished a cigarette just lit, and started the car engine. The call interface of the mobile phone is on. The phone number Cen Simiao just dialed.
Not connected.
Xu Zhiheng glanced at her. She met there, she didn't wear thicker, the wind was so strong and too cold.
After a while, the car was getting closer and closer to the building, and the ringing cell phone had stopped for a long time, and suddenly rang. He picked up the phone and glanced at it, not WeChat from Cen Simiao.
He asked the people in the building to monitor and see where Cen Simiao was on the first floor.
The person over there sent a video, opened it and looked at it, his heart tightened momentarily, his lips clenched, his hands shaking as he held the steering wheel, he lowered his head, and finally panic appeared in his brows.
In the picture, Cen Simiao is standing on the rooftop of the top floor. She seems to be having a fierce quarrel with the original auntie. She is grabbed by the original auntie and pressed against the wall just below the waist.
When Cen Simiao arrived here, the original aunt was so excited that she seemed to be anxious to swallow her. Before speaking, an earscraper flew over, and she quickly avoided it. The original host mother was not indifferent, followed by another slap.
Cen Simiao frowned, pushed her back with her hands, took off her high heels, and smashed her face. Suddenly, the original mother-in-law bleeds on her forehead, mixed with the foundation on her face, and looks dirty.
The original mother-in-law sat on the ground, wailing in her mouth: "I gave you up in vain, leaving me to follow Xu Zhiheng to enjoy the blessing, regardless of my life or death."
Cen Simiao bent down to pick up the shoes and raised her eyes: "Gao Zhisu doesn't want you anymore, does he?"
No matter where it hurts.
The original host mother's eyes widened instantly, and the anger in her heart came up. She stood up to beat Cen Simiao, but was pushed to the ground again, and her face was slapped, and Cen Simiao was pinching her chin.
Cen Simiao's tone was arrogant: "You can't fight, you can't fight, you can't curse, you haven't managed me for so many years, and you killed my dad for the sake of being with others. Do you say you deserve to be my mother? ? "
The original host mother's face changed, her expression panicked.
She stooped down and said with the corner of her mouth, "What are you afraid of, get up and hit me."
The original aunt ’s arrogant anger suddenly extinguished more than half of her body, her body trembled, her guilty conscience in her eyebrows, but she was still holding on: "What are you talking about!"
Cen Simiao frowned: "I got you up and hit me, didn't you hear me? It's useless."
The original host mother squeezed her lips and her palms. Cen Simiao repeatedly angered her, and glanced at the time, Xu Zhiheng estimated that he was almost there, and put the phone back in the bag.
Just lowering his head, he was suddenly pushed sharply, fell to the wall, and almost fell. The original host mother's expression was haggard, her eyes filled with hatred, and she stepped forward to hold her body, making Cen Simiao unable to move.
She had been buried in her heart about what she had done to her original dad. She couldn't even think about it. She was pierced at the moment, and Cen Simiao was mocked for a few moments, and her emotions broke down.
"How did you know, say! How did you know!"
Cen Simiao was pinched around her neck and was a little breathless.
The car stopped in front of the building door, and the sound of the tires crossing the ground was particularly harsh. He hurriedly opened the door and glanced up to see Cen Simiao hanging in the air for half of his body.
Xu Zhiheng's heart trembled, and almost his legs went softly. The elevator stopped on the first floor. He called and climbed the stairs. Panting to the top floor panting, the whole person collapsed.
Five or six people were at the door of the rooftop, holding things in their hands.
The door was locked from the inside. People in the building saw the monitor startle with a cold sweat, for fear of something, they kept shouting at the inside, "Calm down, don't be impulsive."
Xu Zhiheng stared at the door, almost going crazy, his voice was a bit out of control, and he became sharp: "You come to take care of her, just to die? You deserve it, can you use your brain more!"
The words were obviously to Cen Simiao.
Cen Simiao was choked by her neck and couldn't speak. The original aunt had long lost her mind. Listening to Xu Zhiheng's voice outside, there was a trace of excitement in her eyes.
She almost laughed with a pinched throat: "You killed me like this, but also look at her face, pretending to let me live safely. But you let me leave Zhisu, he doesn't want me!"
Eyes full of hatred,
Cen Simiao, who started the fight, was also heavier.
Cen Simiao's eyes fluttered: "It hurts, sir, I was wrong."
There was a deep cry in the words, Xu Zhiheng gritted his teeth outside the door, and repeatedly discussed with the original aunt, almost almost to the point of begging her.
The original host mother was getting more arrogant.
Cen Simiao shouted more and more times for pain, his eyes straightened, the blue tendons on his forehead jumped, and the whole man was on the verge of collapse and struck the door hard.
The cold wind pierced through the door gap, Cen Simiao's cry was especially clear.
He aroused the evil thoughts in his heart.
Cen Simiao shuddered, and just about to cry softly again, suddenly heard.
"Ding, all mission progress bars in this world are full, please host to prepare for the next world."
She froze.
The original host mother saw her face change, frowning, and just trying to use her hands again, suddenly Cen Simiao looked at her with a mockery in her eyebrows, and she was pushed to the side in an instant, and fell to the ground. Powerful, jealous of Venus, did not slow down for a long time.
Cen Simiao stepped to open the door, but her arms and legs were uncontrolled, soft, or she would almost fall if she did not lean against the wall behind her.
Seems to be Xu Zhiheng before leaving.
She pursed her lips and heard the anxious voice outside, just about to speak, and slammed the door lock open, slamming it open and hitting the wall behind the door.
Xu Zhiheng rushed forward, looking cold and tensing his jaw, but his body was shaking. He reached for Lazen Simiao, a few steps away.
Cen Simao lost her consciousness, her eyes darkened, and she fell down lying on her stomach.
But from the perspective of the original auntie, it was she who rushed to Xu Zhiheng. The hatred in the original mother's heart broke out, gritted her teeth, and got up and slammed into Cen Simiao.
Almost instantaneously, Cen Simao fell backwards.
Xu Zhiheng had already arrived, took a slap and grabbed the air. His eyes were stunned, but he didn't seem to react. He looked around, and murmured, "Where is the man?"
No one answered him.
After asking it several times, nobody answered him.
Xu Zhiheng was unexpectedly patient and asked many times, his face was getting whiter and his eyes turned red. He trembled, like an extremely sad beast, and aggressive.
He looked at the original mistress.
The eyes were dark, and the emotion inside made them trembling.
Cen Simiao was dead, and the story was full of excitement. When Gao Lu heard the news, he said something nonsense, but later it was determined to be true, and he lingered for a long time.
His head bowed, his eyes filled with confusion, and the cup held in his hand was sent to his lips, but he accidentally burned it, his hands slipped, and the cup suddenly shattered.
He crouched slowly, holding his knees.
The original host mother died before entering the prison. She died in the wilderness, terrible, her limbs and her eyes disappeared, and there was a pile of fire next to it, with burnt limb bones inside.
But there was no trace of who the killer was.
Gao Luyuan sat in the office, holding a cigarette in his hand, and heard the death of the original aunt, smirking, Xu Zhiheng was really cruel. He frowned, his original red hair turned black.
Xu Zhiheng lived as usual, even with an indifferent expression. He touched his mobile phone from time to time and looked at the contents with smiles.
At night, back home, the bedroom was dark.
He let go of his tie, and complained in his mouth, "Why didn't you wait for me, and then I fell asleep first."
Lying on the right side of the bed, he touched it next to him, feeling cold, and he frowned, how could Cen Simiao's bed always be so cold. He lit up the lamp on the nightstand, and it lit up instantly.
On the ground next to the bed was a transparent container over one meter high and two meters long. There was a person lying inside, dressed neatly, except that his hair was stained with blood and his face was pale.
Cover her with a quilt and bend her eyes: "Don't be cold."