Jiang Jinghuai pushed the door and came in and saw her, she was sluggish.

His gaze fell on the blood on her, and he could still feel the residual warmth. His gaze deepened. Judging from his years of experience, this blood was not hers, it was accidentally splashed on her by someone else.

His heart ached, he squatted down in front of her, and put his hands on her shoulders: "Sangsang...... Sambo ......"

Her head was slightly tilted, and her delicate little face was lifeless, as if she had not heard his words.

"Sangsang. He called softly, and shook her down again.

Only then did she slowly come back to her senses and look at him woodenly, "Jiang Jinghuai, why are you at home today?"

"Are you scared stupid?" his warm palm slid across her face, across the blood, and said softly, "Little fool, it's Sunday." ”

"Oh. She cried, and hot tears fell one after another.

Such a beautiful day. She felt like hell on earth.

"Don't cry. Holding her in his arms, he coaxed her in a low voice and stroked her back: "Don't be afraid, I'm here." ”

"Look at me like this, covered in blood. She pursed her dry lips: "Am I ugly, ugly, cowardly, powerless......

"No, it won't. He let go of her and looked down carefully, "It's beautiful." ”

"I want to take a shower. ”

"Okay, then take a shower. ”

She held the ground with one hand and tried to get up, but just off the ground she fell again. She said weakly: "My legs are weak, my hands are weak, my whole body is weak, and I have no strength. ”

"Sangsang. He pressed her down painfully: "It's okay, I'll help you carry water." ”

Jiang Jinghuai brought in a large bucket of hot water, mixed it with cold water, and the whole bathroom suddenly became steamy and steaming.

"I'll wash it for you. He looked very serious, and his gaze was not blasphemous or otherwise.

First, I wrung the towel with hot water and wiped off the blood on my face, again and again, very gently.

When her face was clean, she took the towel and washed it, and took her hair down and wiped it one by one.

Her clothes, pants, and shoes were stained with dried blood, and he took them off one by one, and threw them all into the basin beside her.

Raise her hand again and take off her underwear.

Unbutton the corset.

When she was all gone, she shivered with cold.

Gently wipe her, along the fair body, warm water, the delicate fabric of the towel, inch after inch, carefully wiped. After wiping it, he picked up a long bath towel and wrapped her up and carried her to the bed. Then I went to the closet and found her clothes, put them on, put them on, and pulled up the quilt to cover her.

"Don't think about it, get some sleep. His hand rested on the quilt, and his voice was magnetic and gentle.

Tian Sangsang nodded distractedly, and was just about to lie down, but he couldn't control the whole person, covering his mouth and retching, and he vomited for a long time and didn't vomit anything. She felt like she still smelled of blood.

"Sangbao!" half-hugged her and patted her on the back. Smelling the smell of tobacco on him, she leaned over and said weakly, "I'm disgusting." ”

"I know. When he first saw the dead man, he vomited in disgust. But I didn't spit it out.

"It's Ji Yao'er's blood. ”

"Hmm. ”

"I don't know how to get rid of this nausea. ”

He bowed his head and kissed her forehead: "Is this disgusting?"

"Still disgusting. ”

"Where's the disgusting?"

"Whole body, inside out. ”

"I'll help you. He simply lay her flat on her back, pushed her dress up, and unbuttoned her corset. She was so cold that she couldn't stop shivering and shivering. Every time he kissed, she trembled, and it was really pitiful. But she still didn't feel anything, as if she was immersed in her own world.

"Sangbo," she gasped for low emotion, parting her legs......

Suddenly, she let out a low moan, frowned, and clutched the quilt impatiently. But he exerted himself and went on a rampage, trying to make her cry under him, begging for mercy, forgetting the unpleasant things, and being faithful only to the pleasures of the body. In the deep cold winter, his scorching breath made her want to suffocate, as if she was going to be shattered, shattered into pieces, about to die, and she couldn't stand it.

Confusion, entanglement.

The sky seemed to be gradually brightening, the glow was all over the sky, and the wind blew the curtains over the snow waves, rippling layer by layer. Tian Sangsang screamed mournfully, sweating his hair, and he asked for it. After a few quick movements, the person on her body was sweating profusely, and let out a low roar, and at the last moment, she didn't forget to pull it out and spread it between her legs.

The gloomy atmosphere in the bedroom suddenly dissipated.

**

Ji Yao'er's death made everyone panic for a while, but that's it. The deceased is gone, and that is a bad life. Those who are alive, even if they survive, must live.

The official version is that Ji Yaoer died in a car accident. It's true, the driver didn't catch it, and the matter was over. Tian Sangsang knew that Ji Yao'er's death was not an accident, but a deliberate plan. So a big living person died, one corpse and two lives, but no one asked for an explanation for them.

The brother-in-law that Ji Yao'er said before she died was Lu Chi......

However, after witnessing the whole process of Ji Yao'er's death, Tian Sangsang became less impulsive. She didn't even ask why, nor did she ask Jiang Jinghuai to tell her. She knew that even if she rushed out and said that Lu Chi was suspicious, she would not be able to solve the problem. What can be said without evidence?

By the way, I also saw Zhao Chun that day. He is such a person, seeing that kind of bloody picture, plus Ji Yao'er is still his object, he must be much better than himself.

It doesn't matter if the kid is his or not.

Tian Sangsang went to Zhao Chun's studio for a special trip, and he happened to be inside. The handsome young man, sitting on the ground, hugged his knees, curled up helplessly.

"Zhao Chun. Tian Sangsang sat next to him and looked at his no longer green side face: "Are you okay?"

Zhao Chun turned his head blankly, and when he saw that it was her, he was slightly sober.

"Sangsang, I'm sorry Yao'er. He whispered, bursting into tears and whimpering, "I'm sorry for her." ”

Crying, really crying.

Tian Sangsang said: "It's not your fault. ”

Zhao Chun shook his head and looked out the window, very distracted: "I don't know why she said it was me at that time." But I'm really sorry for her. I killed her. If I admit it, it won't be so much. She probably wouldn't have been hit by a car either. I promised her to take her home to my mother. But now ...... "He really thought about it, so he took Ji Yao'er home to his mother to get to know him, and if his mother can see it, just deal with it like that."

Tian Sangsang patted him on the shoulder: "What you didn't do, there is no need to impose it on yourself." Although Ji Yao'er died unjustly, it was not you who harmed her. ”