"Do you still have the face to mention Xiaofei?"

Wang Peng's eyes were red, and he couldn't wait to tear Mr. Wang.

"I didn't expect that Xiaofei would commit suicide!" Mr. Wang's face was lonely.

"You didn't expect that?"

Wang Peng smiled sadly, took a deep breath on his back, and said, "Yes, you didn't expect it, because all you thought about in your mind was Liu Qing's slut, how could you expect it?" ”

After speaking, without waiting for Mr. Wang to speak, Wang Peng slammed down the accelerator and turned the front of the car.

"What do you want?"

So far, Mr. Wang has calmed down.

"What do I think? I want you to apologize to Xiao Fei in person! Wang Peng gritted his teeth and said.

Mr. Wang was taken aback, "In person, isn't Xiaofei dead?" ”

Wang Peng kicked the accelerator again, turned around and roared: "Xiaofei is not dead!" ”

Lie down in a groove!

It's on the street, you don't look at the road, you kick the accelerator, don't pull me if you want to die!

I hurriedly pulled Mr. Wang and signaled him to stop talking!

Mr. Wang was also pale, and he didn't dare to stimulate Wang Peng anymore.

I was relieved until the car was parked in the underground parking lot of the Ruihua community.

With a bang, Wang Peng got out of the car and looked at me and Mr. Wang in the car with red eyes.

"Get out of the car, I've got it all!"

I appeased Mr. Wang, opened the door and got out of the car.

Mr. Wang didn't say anything, although his face was poor, he was not panicked.

To be honest, I'm still a mushy guy.

Xiaofei should be Wang Peng's daughter-in-law, because of Liu Qing's death, Wang Peng hated Liu Qing and Mr. Wang, and did all this to resurrect Xiaofei, and I don't know anything else for the time being.

What I'm even more curious about is how Hu Qiqi knew that Wang Peng was the murderer, and even found out where his house was!

Coming out of the underground parking lot and taking the elevator to the thirteenth floor, Wang Peng was nervous during the whole process, talking to the air on his side.

"Xiaofei, it's not what you think!"

"Xiaofei, I'll let him explain to you personally!"

"Xiaofei, you must believe me!"

"Xiaofei, I killed Liu Qing, now, can you believe me?"

Just muttered all the way, when the thirteenth floor arrived, Wang Peng jumped out in one step and walked towards the room with house number 1301, after opening the door, he looked at Mr. Wang and urged: "Hurry up, hurry up and explain to Xiaofei, I didn't do anything to be sorry for her!" ”

Mr. Wang pulled the corners of his mouth bitterly and stepped into the house.

"Xiaofei, Mr. Wang is here, you listen to her explain to you!" Wang Peng hurriedly walked towards a bedroom, shouting as he walked.

I frowned, Wang Peng's state was a little wrong.

When I entered the bedroom and saw the scene inside, I looked terrified.

There was no bed in the bedroom, and a woman in a white dress lay on her back on the floor, her face serene, as if she had fallen asleep.

Around the woman, there were seven oil lamps, which were lit, and a faint smell of oil filled the air.

It wasn't the woman who caught my eye, but a fox with snow-white fur lying on her stomach.

"Wait a minute, when I wake up Xiaofei, you explain to her that I have nothing to do with Liu Qing!" Wang Peng nervously took out four pieces of red paper, walked up to the woman, and put the red paper into the oil lamp above the woman's head.

The red paper burned, and a puff of black smoke came out.

"Why is Xiaofei here? Wasn't she cremated? Mr. Wang came back to his senses at this time, and his face was incredible.

Wang Peng didn't answer, and when the red paper burned out, he took out a knife and cut it on his wrist, and blood flowed out.

"Take the blood as the guide, take the soul as a mirror, and the soul returns!"

Wang Peng's voice was like a ghost crying, and blood flowed down the woman's forehead.

Half ringing, the woman did not react.

"Why? Why? Wang Peng panicked and muttered, "Is there not enough blood?" He continued to cut on his wrist.

The woman still didn't react.

"You must be mad at me!"

"It has to be like this, it has to be like this!"

Wang Peng picked up the woman in a panic, looked at Mr. Wang with red eyes, and begged: "Brother, you and Xiaofei explain!" ”

"You tell her that Liu Qing is your woman, and you are afraid that your sister-in-law will find out, so you let me take the bag, you tell her?"

"You tell her that it was actually you who was in the hotel that day, and I was temporarily called by you, you tell her!"

Mr. Wang was silent.

I took a deep breath and the truth was revealed.

To put it bluntly, this is a bloody drama, Mr. Wang took care of Liu Qing, a junior, and accidentally found out by his wife, so he took Wang Peng to top the bag.

Wang Peng's wife Xiaofei believed it to be true, but she was angry for a while and committed suicide.

Wang Peng did all this, not only to take revenge, but also to resurrect his wife.

In Wang Peng's eyes, everything was caused by Liu Qing, so all the men related to Liu Qing had to die.

The few people who have died so far include Liu Qing's ex-husband, Liu Qing's suitor, and Liu Qing's godbrother.

The only thing I can't figure out is where the fox on the woman came from?

Also, who taught Wang Peng's evil arts?

"You still don't believe me, you don't believe me!"

On the ground, the woman still didn't react, Wang Peng put his ear to the woman's mouth, and whispered: "Xiaofei, tell me, how can you trust me?" ”

"Good, good, good!"

The woman didn't speak, but Wang Peng couldn't stop nodding, a red light appeared on his face, "As long as you believe me, let me do anything!" ”

After saying that, he suddenly got up, went straight to the window, opened the window and jumped down.

"Wang Peng?"

Mr. Wang's face changed, he rushed over, and with a tearing sound, he only grabbed the corner of Wang Peng's clothes.

There was a thud downstairs.

"Grass!"

Mr. Wang punched the window, and the whole person instantly aged ten years old.

I'm also a little confused, why did I jump off the building?

Looking at the woman lying on the ground again, the corners of her mouth didn't know when to hook up a touch of arc.