On the rooftop of Dingsheng stood a woman, holding a phone in her hand, dialing the phone she knew best.

The phone rang, and the man's impatient voice came from there, "Hey, what tricks do you want to play this time?" ”

Song Wanwan expected that this would be the result, but she still didn't give up, and said, "You come to the heyday rooftop, I have something to say to you." It was dull for a while, and then a slow voice came from there, "Hmm." ”

Within two minutes, Murong Jing went up to the rooftop and saw Song Wanwan waiting for him by the door, after seeing him, Song Wanwan's red lips hooked, and her demonic face looked even more tempting, but in Murong Jing's eyes, it was full of sarcasm.

Seeing that the other party didn't speak for a long time, Murong Jing frowned, obviously impatient, and said, "My time is precious, just say something about it." ”

"Okay, then I'll get straight to the point, if I say that Mu Yating's death has nothing to do with me, do you believe it?" Song Wanwan said.

"Nothing to do with you? All the evidence points to you, and you think it has nothing to do with you? Murong Jing said sarcastically.

Song Wanwan suddenly burst out laughing and said, "Murong Jing, you really still don't trust me, I hope you don't regret it, I hope I will never know you again in my next life, hahahaha!" Bye! After saying that, Song Wanwan jumped down.

When Murong Jing saw her jumping, his heart suddenly felt a colic, as if he was about to lose something. He wanted to grab Song Wanwan's hand but was a step too late, suddenly he knelt on the ground, holding his head, he felt as if something was going to come out of his head, after a few seconds, he stood up again, and immediately made an exclusive elevator downstairs, saw a blood-red corpse in front of him, and shouted loudly: "Wanwan, Wanwan, wake up...... Evening, I remembered, I remembered everything, just open your eyes and look at me"

At this time, the most noble man in the world was holding this corpse like a child, and everyone came to watch, and all of them had incredible words written on their faces, because in everyone's cognition, Song Wanwan was Mrs. Murong in name. "Didu Didu~~" The ambulance came and separated Song Wanwan's body from Murong Jing, but Murong Jing felt like a doll that had lost her soul and sat on the ground.

Not long after receiving the news, Murong Xuan also came, and he saw his brother sitting on the ground, holding his shoulder, and silently said, "Brother, the deceased is buried in peace." As soon as he finished saying this, Murong Jing cried bitterly, "Yes, the deceased is buried in peace." Did Mom and Dad know about it? "Hmm...... Got it! I also told you to go back to the old mansion, after the old man found out about it...... Fainted. "Okay, I got it."

Murong Jing followed the ambulance and brought Song Wanwan's body to the morgue. When he was sent to the morgue, Murong Jing felt that he didn't have the face to go to see Song Wanwan anymore, because he killed Song Wanwan. At this time, a doctor came over, wearing a white coat and a pair of glasses, and the whole person looked very gentle, "Jing, listen to me, don't you know about your sister-in-law's pregnancy?" Yang Xunzi said.

Murong Jing's head exploded like a bang, and he didn't react for a long time. Then he suddenly turned around, squeezed Yang Xunzi's shoulders tightly with both hands, and said, "What! Late and late pregnant! It was supposed to be the expression of a happy father, but because Song Wanwan passed away, he will never see him again.

After sending Song Wanwan, Murong Jing returned to the old mansion in the car, and the sky was drizzling, just like his mood.

"President, it's here." Boyu, who was sitting in the driver's seat, said.

"Hmm." Murong Jing snorted slowly.

"Young Master, you're back." The butler said.

"Hmm."

In the living room, everyone sat on the sofa solemnly, and when they saw Murong Jing coming, all eyes were on him.

"You kneel for me!" This old voice is obviously the old man. Murong Jing didn't hesitate and knelt down directly. "Song Wanwan is my favorite granddaughter-in-law, your parents also take a fancy to Song Wanwan, because of what, just because she is special than others, and you yourself, you said that you want to take care of her, why is it today's result."

"Grandpa, everything is my fault, don't be angry, you won't be happy to know it later."

"You still have the face to mention Wanwan." The old man picked up his cane and was about to hit someone, but when he put it down again, "You go!" "Murong Aotian has lost his previous courage.

Murong Jing watched Murong Aotian's background leave silently, he stood up, his back seemed to be more than ten years old.