The bright and bright moon reflected the already sparsely populated community like a stream, and at the entrance of the community, a jeep was parked and parked for a while.

There was a faint light in the car, and it was Song Huai who was willing to flip his mobile phone.

Zhao Cheng in the co-pilot was still asleep, his head was slightly tilted to the driver's seat, and Zhao Cheng's slight breathing could be heard quietly in the car.

Song Huai is willing to turn on the air conditioner a little more, although this person looks quite sturdy, but after all, he is old, and it is inevitable that he will not catch a cold.

Listening to his breathing one after another, Song Huai wished that his heart could not be calm.

She found that the more she came into contact with Zhao Cheng, the more she would find that he was different from ordinary people.

Zhao Cheng was irritable and gentle, which reminded her

"She, see the subtle and know the murderer. Chapter 37 His Secret is being beaten by hand, please wait a moment,

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