The man's slender fingers were flirting with pages, and every time he turned, his heart thrust and hurt.

Each dish was the name of the dish he had mentioned before. Some of them really liked to eat, while others just made fun of her.

This stupid woman has really been recorded...

Mo Nanjue pressed his back against his forehead, and a rare sense of panic surged in his heart. He clamped the record book tightly with his palms, almost clenched into a ball, leaning back with his long body.

It seemed like something was pressing down behind him. The man lowered his head and saw a bag on the sofa.

He took the bag and opened it. It was a ball of dark brown wool inside, and there was a semi-finished product and a few needles across it. It looked like it was an unwoven scarf.

...

"Mo Nanjue, can I help you knit a scarf?"

"You are so stupid to weave?"

"I can learn it."

"You can talk even if you learn."

"I will definitely learn it!"

"Ghost letter."

...

Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes, his eyes were extremely deep, and his black eyes stared at the unwoven scarf.

Luo Xiao followed him in. He didn't change his shoes. He looked up and saw a photo posted on the shoe cabinet in the entrance hall.

In the photo, Tong Ran leaned against Mo Nanjue's shoulder with a big marshmallow. Her little face was filled with a smile, her hands were making a gesture of second-handedness, and the man had a cold face. Although he looked reluctant to take a photo, it did not affect the beauty and warmth presented in this photo at all.

The two of them leaned together, obviously matching to the extreme.

Luo Xiao's eyes sank, and he reached out to tear off the photo without hesitation, kneaded it into a ball and threw it into the garbage can next to it.

He walked into the living room. Mo Nanjue was holding a bag, but Luo Xiao didn't speak and walked to the sofa on one side to sit down.

Leng Qing also followed in.

Mo Nanjue clenched his palm and put the scarf back on the sofa with a cherished move.

Seeing this, Luo Xiao spoke first, "Mo Nanjue, have you known Xiao Ran a lot?"

The man sneered, “Can’t you afford a calendar?”

"You have only known each other for a few months."

"Yes," Mo Nanjue looked at him coldly, "This shows that love has nothing to do with time."

“…”

Luo Xiao did not respond, but reached out to take out a disc from his pocket.

Leng Qing knew it, took the disc and walked to the edge of the TV cabinet, and after installing it, pressed the player.

Mo Nanjue raised his head.

The huge LCD TV is very clear, and the picture flashes a few times and it becomes a ward.

There was a beautiful woman lying on the hospital bed in the center. The picture was obviously not handled, and everyone took it clearly.

It was the scene where Luo Xiao injected Tong Ran into Devils Kiss.

The full length of the disc was only twenty minutes, and the clearest part was even deliberately magnified, including the needle tip dripping with crimson liquid piercing the skin of the woman's back neck, including Tong Ran's little face wrinkled and roaring in pain, including her struggle, her crying, and her shoulders curled up from the severe pain when she was poisonous...

The woman's whimpering sound echoed in the living room again and again.

At the last moment of the picture, Tong Ran's face happened to be photographed. You can clearly see that she bit her lips due to the pain. Blood beads oozed out from her pale lips, blooming with charming beauty.

Leng Qing was shocked when he looked at it. He didn't expect Luo Xiao to be so cruel... He turned his head away and did not look again.
Chapter completed!