"It's just that you gave it to Lolo later, it's..."

What the hell, Aunt Jin didn't continue, she smacked her lips as if she was pitiful, looking at the fool kneeling on the ground, the corners of her mouth hooked up a mocking smile.

Listening to Aunt Jin's weird smile, and then thinking that the diamond ring was made of spare ashes, Fu Wei just wanted to vomit, she curled up her left hand that had originally carried the ring, and there was only one thought in her mind - go wash your hands quickly.

Fortunately, she didn't get used to the ring, so she put it in the safe on her birthday.

"So Xiao Xiao died?" Luo Mu asked unrelentingly, her eyes full of despair when she looked up at Aunt Jin. It was Xiao Xiao who had always supported her and made her persevere, but now that Xiao Xiao is gone, what else does she have to hold onto?

Could it be Fu Wei?

She looked in the direction of Fu Mo again, and when she saw the circle of gauze around Fu Fu's neck, all her distress turned into resentment.

The circle of gauze is wrapped so well, it must not be wrapped by herself, excluding Fu Wei herself, then the only thing left is Aunt Jin.

Why was Aunt Jin not Xiao Xiao left behind, but her?

Look at how good Aunt Jin is to her, she usually sees what Aunt Jin does, she deals with Jiao from the bottom of her heart, and even she and Father Luo are not as good as her.

Fu Wei lives a pampered life in the manor, and her Xiao Xiao... The despair in Luo Mu's eyes was suddenly washed away by the emotions brought by hatred and anger.

"Jin Jiaojiao," this is Aunt Jin's real name.

Luo Mu trembled and got up from the ground, and asked her fiercely word by word: "What did I do wrong, you want to do this to me?" ”

Seeing that Luo's mother was about to struggle to resist, Aunt Jin nodded approvingly, and then turned her gaze to Luo's father, "Will you let him do this?" ”

Aunt Jin is still calm and steady, everything Luo's mother does doesn't seem to be able to image him, and the only thing that may affect her a little is that she is afraid that Luo's mother will hurt Fu Wei in the end.

She quietly walked to the other side of the bed, and quickly clicked something on the computer on Fu Wei's head.

Then she looked down at Fu Hao's puzzled gaze with satisfaction, and winked at her with reassurance, "You are eighteen years old now, I hope you can take good care of yourself." ”

Before Fu Mo could react, Aunt Jin took out another needle from where she couldn't see, and she gently pierced the needle into Fu Tao's body, slowly pushing the liquid inside into her body.

"Let's go to sleep, and everything will be fine when you wake up?"

At this time, Luo's mother had already pounced, she tightly tied Aunt Jin from behind, but she didn't have much strength and power, and when she shook Suo Suo and put her hand on Aunt Jin's neck, Aunt Jin glanced at her and smiled playfully.

Then there was Luo's father, who also rushed up, and the three of them fought together, and Aunt Jin dealt with them in a not very dominant position, looking at them without fear of life and death.

And then what it looks like, Fu Wei is not clear. The medicine injected into the body began to play its role, probably because the dose injected by Aunt Jin was small this time, Fu Mo still vaguely saw Aunt Jin and Luo's father kicking each other a few times, and grabbed Luo's mother and slammed her against the wall.

Then, Fu Wei, whose eyelids were heavy, finally closed his eyes.

Without Fu Xuan's worrying distraction, Aunt Jin's eyes were fiercer at Shangluo's father and mother, and she said gloomily: "Are you trying to resist?"

She took a step closer, and Luo Mu was so frightened by her that she forced her to take a step back.

Luo's mother wanted to resist, she wanted to avenge herself and Xiao Xiao, but the obedience of more than ten years has been engraved in her bones.

Even if she just got up and wanted to fight to the death with Aunt Jin, she only waited two or three minutes before she regretted it.

She knows how strong Aunt Jin's fighting ability is, if she does something to deal with Jiao... All she had left was Fu Wei.

"I... I didn't greet it," Luo's mother shrunk and grabbed the corner of Luo's father's clothes, not daring to look at Aunt Jin, "I just... I want Xiao Xiao..."

She had been looking forward to meeting Xiao Xiao for eighteen years, but Aunt Jin told her that Xiao Xiao was dead, and for a while, she really couldn't accept it.

"Xiao Xiao, how did he die?" Luo's father hugged Luo's mother in his arms and asked Aunt Jin painfully. Was it Aunt Kim's deliberate doing, or was it some accident?

But no matter what the case is, she shouldn't hide it from them after Xiao Xiao's death.

Aunt Jin straightened her long shawl hair that was a little messy, and said casually: "He just turned seventeen years old and wanted to sneak out, so he jumped from the third floor." ”

Then she looked at Luo's father and Luo's mother helplessly, "But he was so unlucky, he happened to hit his head on the stone on the ground, and when I went back, he was already out of breath." ”

"Are you sure? Isn't it really your killer behind the scenes? Father Luo asked Aunt Jin fearfully, she has always been ruthless, is Xiao Xiao's death really that simple?

"Guess?" Aunt Kim gave an ambiguous answer, but the smile on her face was playful, and she didn't look like she had the courage to believe it.

Father Luo was ready to believe Aunt Jin's words, but when Aunt Jin was like this, his heart began to shake again.

Can you believe bad words?

The look of hesitation and entanglement has been changing on his face, which is also mixed with a bit of entanglement and pain.

Aunt Jin walked to the corner of the room, her hand sliding back and forth on a pile of scalpels, "I think you should believe me, after all, it's been eighteen years, and I've lied to you only a handful of times." ”

"But..."Luo's mother grabbed the corner of Luo's father's clothes and tightened again, she had no clue what to do now, she didn't know whether to resist or not.

Is it obedience in silence, or danger in rebellion?

Aunt Jin grabbed a scalpel, held it in her hand by the light as if she was looking at some treasure, she took the knife and slowly approached Luo's father and Luo's mother, the cold scalpel was attached to Luo's father's cheek, the blade touched Luo's father's cheek, her hand moved slightly, and a wound of three or four centimeters appeared on Luo's father's face.

"Anyway, Luo Luo is already an adult, and I don't need you to be her parents anymore," Aunt Jin's tone changed abruptly, and she chuckled, her tone sincere and emotional, "Otherwise, you can go and accompany your children, right?" ”

"No... No! You've lived, you've passed Luo Luo and you left when you were eighteen, how did you... How can you go back on it? "Luo Mu has been overwhelmed by fear and sorrow, and she doesn't have enough energy to think about anything else.

Only Father Luo felt the pain and coldness coming from the left side of his face, thinking with the only wisp of reason left in his brain.

Child?

But isn't it only Xiao Xiao who died? How can you be called a child...

Don't... Father Luo's pupils widened suddenly.

And what rewarded him was the pain in his abdomen and Luo Mu's sharp sword