Chapter 111: The Past

Jiang Li quietly operated her internal force, she was not familiar with Wei Qikang, and the relationship was not very good, so she specially found someone to invite her to drink at night, no matter how she smelled of conspiracy.

There's nothing going on in this wine!

Wei Qikang drank it all, and saw that Jiang Li did not move: "What? Not to taste? ”

Jiang Li rubbed her stomach: "I ate a little bit at night, and there was no seam." ”

Wei Qianti Wan'er: "This ten-year peach blossom brew in Songhe Restaurant, I finally got a pot." If you don't drink it, you'll be cheaper for me. ”

Big men drink peach blossom stuffed, you don't have a mother!

"I don't have a penchant for alcohol, so drink more if you like." In ancient times, this wine was like a drink, and it was too boring.

Wei Zhikang didn't persuade again, and poured another cup by himself.

"Are you used to living?"

"Not used to it."

Wei resisted: "What's wrong?" ”

"It's not appropriate anywhere, after all, under the fence, how can you be at home." Jiang Li didn't want to chat with him, how embarrassed he was.

"Oh." Successfully talked to death.

"If it's okay, I'll go back first." Jiang Li stood up.

Wei Chukang nodded and said to Qijiu: "Send Miss Jiang back." ”

And that's the end of it? Am I too suspicious? Jiang Li walked on the way back to the house, and Qijiu followed closely.

Push open the door: "Qijiu, what are you carrying in your hand?" I saw you carrying it all the way. ”

"The drunken crab in Songhelou, the master originally brought it back to you. If you can't eat it, you will be rewarded, saying that this crab cannot be left overnight. ”

Jiang Li swallowed her saliva, heh, ambush me here, I won't be fooled!

"Then you can eat more." After speaking, he closed the door.

Sit down on the side and pour yourself a cup of tea, tonight's smoked fish is a little salty, and I drank two large cups in a row.

Wei Qikang looked at the drunken crab in Eleven's hand: "You don't want this either?" ”

"Hmmm! I don't know if it's really overwhelmed, or if I'm alert. ”

Wei Qikang nodded: "Throw it away." ”

Fingers tapped on the table: "There is no wine, it is still abrupt." ”

Eleven sighed: "It's not difficult to go down to fifty scatters, or leave no traces, Miss Jiang is really too smart." ”

"In this way, I can only prevaricate in the past." Wei Chukang stood up: "It's almost, I'll take a look." ”

"Mom! What's wrong with you, Mom! Ni Xiaoye looked frightened and knelt on the ground with a distracted expression.

Seeing her look like this, Wei Xikang was also stunned, waved his subordinates back, closed the door and walked over.

Ni Xiaoye hugged his leg tightly: "Mom, how can you be like this, you are sober!" I'm your daughter! Look at me! Look at me! Wei Qikang picked up her face, saw her burst into tears, her eyes were confused and frightened, trembling all over, and her heart was shocked.

Ni Xiaoye was her mother in front of her, looking at the distance and giggling, pulling her hair hard, pulling her head full of blood. Suddenly, his face was frightened, and he shouted:

"Fuck off! Get out of here! You demons! ”

The body kept stepping back: "Don't suck me!" Go away! Let me out! ”

Grabbing the air out of thin air, he threw it forward: "I'll kill you!" Kill you! ”

turned his back, slammed his head against the wall, and shouted heartbreakingly: "Li Chenglie! You don't have to die well! You have imprisoned me, sucked my luck, imprisoned my soul, and I will die with you! You scumbag! I'll kill you! Kill you! ”

Ni Xiaoye stepped forward and hugged her mother: "Mom, don't be like this!" Please! You sober up! ”

The bloody head turned around, a pair of empty eyes stared straight at her, and suddenly, a pair of bloody hands grabbed her neck:

"You son of a! You are Li Chengyeol's evil seed! I'm going to strangle you! ”

Ten-year-old Ni Xiaoye didn't have the strength to resist and was choked out.

When I woke up, there was a fire, boom, boom, and explosions.

"Mom! Don't! Ni Xiaoye knelt on the ground, screaming in pain, draining all his strength.

Hanging his head, he muttered lifelessly, "Don't leave me alone." Tears flowed in a stream, and he slowly fell down, lying on the ground and sobbing, his ten fingers slashing at the ground, scratching blood.