Chapter 659 Psychiatric Prison Murderer No. 036 (93)

"It really has nothing to do with me, but it does have something to do with my Jiaoyang. Her business is my business."

Fu Qiran smiled meaningfully, with a ruffian look on his brows. He was particularly charming and beautiful. He put his hands behind his back: "Since Xiao Jiaoyang insists on going with you, I can't stop you. Of course, I have to find ways to find out the information first."

clear."

Fu Weiwei clenched his fists. What kind of relationship did his uncle have with that woman? It made him defend her so much.

"If I guess correctly, you are not called by this name, are you?" Fu Qiran squinted his eyes.

If that's what he guessed.

Then he can probably think of why Jiang Mingluo has been staying in the United States for the past five years and refused to come back. I don't know, he really thought that he was heartbroken and had no love, and was willing to die and contribute to world peace in this life.

There was sarcasm on Fu Qiran's lips.

No wonder. During this period, Jiang Sicheng was always inquiring about news from his brother, calling him every three days. The company ignored him and left it all to the people below. I don't know, he thought that their brothers were more in love than Jin Jian.

It turns out that I just smelled it.

Only he and Bo Yunli were kept in the dark.

Fu Qiran clenched his fingers and raised his eyes again, staring closely at the little girl intertwined with the man next to her in the snowy sky.

He can't be in a hurry.

It will scare her and force her to run away.

"Sheng Jiaoyang." Fu Qiran shouted her name in a daze.

Jiaoyang turned her head, and the two men beside her also turned back and looked at him together.

The tall and slender frames of the foreign men made the delicate little girl among them look even more slender and petite.

When she looked over, her big eyes were as smart and bright as he remembered.

Fu Chiran laughed. If the situation hadn't allowed it, her return to him would have aroused doubts about her identity, and he would never let her go just like that.

After all, those two people were murderers sentenced to death in prison. No matter how anxious Jiaoyang was, from beginning to end, she only planned her mother's death.

"Do you have anything else?" Sriyaan's eyes showed impatience.

"I'm not talking to you, I'm talking to her," Fu Qiran looked at her, the corners of his lips raised tenderly, "I miss you, Sheng Jiaoyang."

"Oh," Jiaoyang blinked, tilted her head, and raised her lips in a half-smile, "Then what?"

"We haven't seen each other for so many years, why don't you say something?" Fu Qiran's eyes were slightly red, then he took a deep breath, looked at her, and said fiercely, "Say you miss me, tell me quickly!"

It seemed that only in this way could he regain his confidence and the person he once was in front of her.

Jiaoyang lowered her head and smiled, looking at the footprints she left in the snow.

Why is this man still so childish after so many years?

"Stop daydreaming," Forrestlin raised her head proudly, "I tell you, our little sweetheart belongs to us, and she won't just do it so casually."

"I miss you." Jiaoyang's voice fell gently, gentle and soft, like a warm wind blowing in winter.

She tilted her head and smiled brightly, and no one could tell whether she was sincere or fake.

"Did you hear that? Sweetie, what are you talking about?" Forsterlin's proud expression froze for a moment, and he looked back at her with a betrayed expression on his face. He saw the two of them covering their chests after looking at each other, heartbroken.

Jiaoyang looked at Fu Qiran with a smile, a smile on her face. When the man heard those words, his breath was choked, his pupils dilated in disbelief, and then radiated tenderness.

He really didn't expect that she would actually say it.

she smiles at him

She also said she missed him

Sweet emotions arose in Fu Qiran's heart, and a huge feeling of happiness washed over him, almost making him faint in confusion.

He looked at her back.

Since then, the last trace of resentment and grievance in my heart has disappeared.

In contrast, Xilin lowered his head, and after hearing what she said in his sleep, infinite sadness emerged in his heart.

The blood on my hands is still bleeding, the old wounds have not healed, and new wounds have been added.

He laughed self-deprecatingly.

This life is destined to be missed.

"Xilin," Fu Weiwei came over and held him, holding back his tears, "it will pass, all this will pass."

Xilin began to feel confused. She was clearly right in front of him, but he couldn't even see her clearly.

Will it really pass?

But he felt that he would probably never forget her in his lifetime.

That touch of red in the heavy snow

On the other side, Sriya'an grabbed Jiaoyang's good wrist and led her away with a gloomy expression.

"Sriyan. Sriyan!" Jiaoyang puffed up her face, he even hurt her.

After he stopped walking, she accidentally bumped into his back, which hurt her almost to death.

Depend on!

Jiaoyang covered her nose, opened one eye and cursed secretly. She hit him with such force on purpose, but this man didn't fall down yet. A pervert is a pervert, he is really inhuman.
Chapter completed!