"Sheng Huai'an, twenty-three years old, birth unknown, occupation unknown. After escaping from prison, he committed suicide and died by falling off a cliff. ”

The cold male voice penetrated Sheng Huai'an's ears, making her already confused consciousness suddenly awake.

She was tied to the back seat of the car, struggled to look up at the man in black in the front seat, and said in a hoarse and obscure voice: "What does this mean?"

At noon today, after she was buried by Shen Shaonan with her own eyes, she was taken away by Mrs. Shen's people and sent to prison.

Eight days ago, she woke up in front of Shen Shaonan's bloody corpse, the day after her wedding.

Before she could figure out what was going on, Mrs. Shen rushed in with someone, along with Jing Hannian.

The murderer's charge was pressed on her head, but she didn't even shout a word of injustice.

Because when Jing Hannian entered the door, she looked at him, only to see him raise his index finger, put it on his tight lips and shook his head.

His expression was cold, and his eyes were as compassionate and indifferent as those of a god in the heavenly realm.

That's what it means to shut her up.

The next day, he came to see her, and he didn't even explain the reason to her, but only said: "After Shen Shaonan is buried, I will send you abroad." ”

The man's deep and sexy voice was still in her ears, causing her to hear the words of the man in black in a trance.

"Miss Sheng, this is the cause of death prepared by Jing Ye for you. ”

Die?

This word was like a sharp sword piercing her heart, making the originally loose gaze suddenly condense, and snatched the "death report" from the man's hand.

"I can't 'die'!" Sheng Huai'an tore up the report, his red eyes stained with blood.

She's not a murderer, she's just a scapegoat!

Even if it was to thank Jing Hannian for taking her home when she was eighteen years old, and using these five years to exchange her guilt, she was willing.

But if she 'dies', even if it's just an identity death, this crime will follow her forever and never get rid of it again!

She didn't care, but ......

Holding her flat lower abdomen, her expression was full of panic: "Where is Jing Hannian? Where is he? I want to talk to him, even if you want to send me abroad, there can be other ways." Or...... Give me another identity!"

When I reached out to pull the car door, I found that it was locked, and I was about to ask the man to open the door, but when I looked up, I found that the car was really parked on the edge of the cliff!

A chill crept up from the back to the top of the head, and every strand of hair sensed danger.

The man chuckled, looking at the fear spreading to her face, and his eyes became extremely bloody: "Miss Sheng, you're just afraid that you have misunderstood." What Jing Ye means is that the report is the real cause of your death. He's going to want you dead. ”

He wants you dead!

Fear crawls densely from the soles of its feet all the way to the top of its head like ants, causing convulsions as it passes through the wound.

At this time, she saw the report form, and the last family member signed it, clearly writing Jing Hannian's name!

Yes, he asked her to be a scapegoat, how could he give her a chance to overturn the case?

When he dies, the secret will be buried forever, and the people he wants to protect will be safe forever.

But she can't, at least not now!

"No, you tell Jing Hannian that I can't die now, where is he? You let me tell him in person, I'm pregnant with ......."

In a panic, Sheng Huaian frantically pulled the door handle, but before she finished speaking, she was hit hard from the back of the head.

Her body was dragged out of the car, and in the torrential rain, she could feel death getting closer and closer to her.

Before her consciousness completely dissipated, she could still see Jing Hannian's face when she first met her.

"Your name is Huai'an, come with me, I will keep you safe for the rest of your life." ”