Doctors who are accustomed to seeing injuries and deaths are definitely the most unbelieving people in the world.

Jiang Moran felt that all police officers should also be staunch atheists.

Otherwise, who would dare to be a policeman.

Possessed by the ghost of the murder scene, after finding an opportunity to replace him, so as to rest assured and boldly toss his beautiful lady - that's not a matter of how much money you can make.

But now, Mrs. Jing Hong told Jiang Moran in person, saying that after a long on-site investigation by the police, it was preliminarily concluded that Bai Ying, who came to steal her clothes, was not a person.

There is no doubt that the police, who are most evidence-oriented in handling cases, will never come to this conclusion without a good reason.

Not preliminarily.

Not human?

That's the ghost!

After hearing this conclusion reached by the police, could Jiang Moran not be shocked?

When the mineral water in her hand was about to land, Mrs. Jing Hong, who was dignified and beautiful and elegant, stretched forward her right foot in time, and the bottle landed on her toe just right.

With a slight push upward, the bottle flew up and landed in her hand.

The sword is not old.

"Yes, I'm sorry Auntie."

Jiang Moran felt very guilty for his gaffe and hurriedly apologized.

"They all say that they are their own family, so they don't need to be so polite."

Madame Jing Hong shook her head with a smile, and put her right hand on Jiang Moran's shoulder, making her sit down again.

Jiang Moran was unsettled again, looking at Mrs. Jing Hong, hoping to get a reasonable explanation.

Are there really ghosts in the world?

If there is a ghost, why does that ghost steal her things?

Mrs. Jing Hong didn't speak, opened the mineral water and drank it in small sips.

When Jiang Moran's mouth moved, a flash of inspiration appeared in his mind!

Her charming little face immediately turned pale.

She understood why Madame Jing Hong didn't speak.

This is to make her realize for herself: "Why do you attract bees and butterflies, no, why do you provoke possible ghosts?" After all, the locker room isn't for your own use, and there are a dozen or so female medical staff. Others are fine, but yours is stolen. Shouldn't you think about why that 'ghost' stole your clothes? ”

"Silently, it's okay. Calm down and drink saliva. ”

Madame Jing Hong handed over the mineral water.

Jiang Moran took it with a trembling right hand, and drank it violently, cooing like Yan Zhao Nan'er blowing beer.

Because I drank too quickly, I choked on it.

Jiang Moran coughed violently a few times, and when he raised his head again, his face was already covered with a charming red.

It's like getting drunk.

Mrs. Jing Hong asked softly, "You figured it out?" ”

Jiang Moran nodded vigorously and said in a quacking voice: "Yes, it is the ghost from the south who has come back to see me." ”

Somewhere in folklore, ghosts are allowed to go home to visit their loved ones.

However, because the hospital is full of evil spirits, and the doctor doesn't believe in the existence of ghosts, Li Nannan, who is desperately missing Sister Moran, doesn't dare to go to her place on duty and hug her for a while.

But he can come to the dressing room where Sister Mo Ran changed clothes.

Because there are high heels that she regards as spiritual sustenance.

As long as you steal the high heels and take away her clothes, you can find a safe place and do the kind of action that you can accidentally break your hands on the high heels with the cooperation of Sister Mo Ran's black silk.

This is also a kind of spiritual sustenance, isn't it?

and Dr. Jiang's lovesickness on high heels has similarities.

Mrs. Jing Hong didn't answer Jiang Moran's assertion, but just smiled incomprehensibly and said softly: "Whether what you say is right or wrong, I think the south must remember you all the time." He hopes that you can live happily ever after. Don't be as haggard as you used to be because you miss him too much. ”

There are two sides to everything.

Just like Sister Mo Ran's clothes were suspected of being stolen by ghosts or something, if she didn't think of Li Nannan, she might really be haggard again due to the theft of spiritual sustenance.

But just think of Li Nannan - that ghost's ghost stole your things because he misses you very much and hopes you can be happy.

So, what reason does Sister Mo Ran have to make it difficult for her southern brother and brother to die?

"Auntie, I—I'll be strong. I sure am! ”

After thinking about this truth, Jiang Moran exuded vigorous anger all over his body.

Thoroughly, alive turned around.

But he was a little dazed: "The south wants me to live happily, does it want me to find another man?" ”

She didn't know why.

It's like, she already knew in advance what Madame Jing Hong would say next: "Mo Ran, if you really want to make the south happy, then I suggest that you go home and have a good rest, and then go to a bar, song hall and other places at night to relax." Perhaps, where you can see the man you like? ”

Jiang Moran hurriedly shook his head and denied it repeatedly: "No, no!" Auntie, I will never accept any other man in my life except for the south. I, I was born to be his man. Death is his ghost. ”

Madame Jing Hong smiled, stood up and walked slowly to the window, looked outside and said slowly, "That's not necessarily. As long as you do what I say, you may really meet the man you like. ”

Time flies.

A day's time is not even a drop of water in the long river of time, and it is quickly evaporated by the sunset that fills the sky.

The golden sunlight shone on the face of the flower night god, gilding her with a faint golden light.

The butterfly wing-like eyelashes covered those watery eyes, making Li Nannan dare not gasp, for fear that one would accidentally scare the two black butterflies away.

A woman without eyelashes is no longer beautiful.

The sweet, contented smile on the corner of the beauty's mouth has an irresistible temptation for any man.

Especially the quilt has slipped off her, revealing most of her crystal white breasts, and the mature breath has impacted Li Nannan's sense of smell and visual nerves wave by wave.

He couldn't help but stretch out his hand anymore and slowly slid down from the slippery and fragrant shoulders of the beautiful young woman.

The pair of black butterfly wings fluttered slightly, and a slender jade hand grabbed Li Nannan's restless hand.

Li Nannan was a little embarrassed, retracted his hand and leaned on the head of the bed, and took the cigarette.

When the smoke was around, the dreamlike voice of the beautiful young woman sounded: "South, you have changed. ”

"Yes, the hair has grown and the beard has grown, and it is no longer the cream boy of the Yushu Linfeng back then."

When Boss Li boasts, he is always solemn.

It seems that in this guy's dictionary, there is no idiom of "shameless" at all.

With a chuckle, the beautiful young woman pillowed her head on his belly, her spring index finger drew circles on his chin, and said greasyly: "Your ability in that area is stronger than the two times we did it last year." ”

All bear men like to be praised by women for being awesome in that aspect.

Li Nannan was naturally no exception, and said with a smug smile: "That's nature." You think I've eaten maca on an overseas desert island for half a year, seafood, and it's for nothing—"

Whether it's seafood or maca, any man who eats for half a year has significantly improved his ability in that regard, which is very scientifically based, just like an old bachelor who is eighty years old, and he will think about it after seeing a beautiful woman.

Li Nannan, who was already very strong in that aspect, was able to turn on the slut mode and was known as the night tiger after making up for more than half a year before he was able to turn on the night of the slut mode and was known as the night tiger of the night, killing someone on his back and begging for mercy.

Otherwise, Hua Yeshen would never have slept deeply from the morning to now, and it was not as early as Li Nannan waking up.

This sleep is also the most comfortable sleep since Hua Yeshen got the "100-day couple".

When people feel comfortable, their minds are particularly relaxed.

When the mind is relaxed, it is possible to accidentally reveal a secret that has been hidden in the heart for a long time.

Flower Night God is like that.

When Li Nannan looked at her with strange eyes, she was still at a loss: "What's wrong, Nanfang-"

"Call husband."

Li Nannan interrupted her.

Hua Yeshen's face turned red slightly, and he changed his words obediently: "What's the matter, old man, husband." Why, look at me like that? ”

"What do you say?"

Li Nannan sneered, his right hand suddenly grabbed the quilt, and with a little force, the quilt flew to the chair under the west wall, a delicate body whiter than snow and more tender than tofu, and in this way, the red fruit fruit was exposed to the golden sunset.

"I—I don't know."

Hua Yeshen instinctively just wanted to curl up, but Boss Li turned over and rode on her.

She was frightened, and hurriedly grabbed Li Nannan's hand, and begged him tactfully, saying that she was in so much pain, and begged him to let her go.

Although Yang Xiao said that after Hua Yeshen was forcibly pushed down by Boss Li outside the Fengwu discotheque, he had already started the rippling mode.

But a woman like water, no matter how hungry and thirsty she is, can't stand the whipping of a pervert like Boss Li for a long time.

That's what it means to have more than enough heart and not enough power.

Of course, Li Nannan also knows very well that Hua Yeshen should not think about men anymore in the near future - but he thinks that it is still in this way that this delicate beautiful girl can obediently spit out the truth.

So, despite Mei Jiaoniang's tactful begging for mercy, she even cried urgently, but the inhuman Boss Li still took possession of her again roughly.

He was like a four-wheel drive off-road vehicle with a full tank of fuel, roaring and roaring, no matter what hills, streams, all the way to the cross.

"Nan, husband! What the hell is going on? You give, give a reminder to the slave family, okay? ”

The beautiful girl's eyebrows were twisted into pimples, and she kept begging for mercy.

When she is like this, she is being tortured, and she has no feeling of enjoyment at all.

Li Nannan finally had some humanity, stopped whipping for the time being, and asked with a sneer: "You just said that my ability in this area is stronger than the two times we did it last year. But I remember very well, we did it once at the Feng Wu Disco last year. Where did it come twice? Unless—"

After a pause, Li Nannan moved again.

The movements became more and more rough and violent: "You are the ghost woman who pushed me backwards!" ”

If it weren't for knowing that Hua Yeshen was Yang Xiao's horse boy, of course Li Nannan wouldn't have thought of it, she might be the ghost woman who seriously frustrated his man's dignity.

Yang Xiao can make the black dragon afraid, and the flower night god who is her horse boy may also have this ability.

With such a simple truth, is it strange that Li Nannan, who is calm, can figure it out?

Mei Jiao Niang groaned and groaned in pain, raised her hand to cover her face, and had no face to say anything more.

Li Nannan did not pity the fragrance and jade because of this.

When a man is with a beautiful girl, his psychology is generally not very normal-

Using this kind of torture to make Sister Night God obediently tell the truth, isn't it the most pandering to men's tastes?

As for her big tears - well, this action only proves that the cowardly beautiful lady is really stupid.

The more she is like this, the more energetic the man becomes.

There was no way, under the rough whipping of the thugs, Sister Night God had no choice but to confess truthfully.