Hua Ling's sleep has always been very shallow, and she chatted for a night, and when it was almost dawn, she squinted for a while half-asleep and half-awake.

Sensing the sudden lightness of the position next to the bed, she suddenly woke up.

Then there was a soft closing of the door.

The fiancé is out.

The lighting in the room was a dim yellow sconce, and the light was soft.

Hua Ling's eyes were open, staring at the place where he had just slept and probably knew what he was doing when he went out.

Even she deliberately didn't want to think about what she did last night.

But no matter how much she escapes, this is also an indisputable fact.

She couldn't let someone else clean up the mess for her.

Hua Ling instantly fell asleep, sat up from the bed, took out her mobile phone, and paid attention to the latest news.

It's been eight hours since yesterday.

If the bar is really dead, there should be news coming out.

After all, this is not a trivial matter, it can be regarded as explosive news.

Outcome...... No.

She searched for news about the bar.

There was no news, calm as if nothing had happened.

There were a few messages of fights.

"Two women in the zero bar are fighting for a man, are they trapped by love? Or is it true love in a bar? ”

"A man is suspected of drinking too much, causing a perforated stomach."

All kinds of news are messed up.

But there was no news as she thought.

Hua Ling almost suspected that yesterday was just a dream for her.

But the blood was real.

Strange, so weird.

It's still early, and Qimeng should still be resting.

It's a very uncomfortable feeling.

Up and down, making people feel uncomfortable like a fish in their throats.

If he died, she was a murderer.

If he hadn't died......

If he hadn't died......

Hua Ling has not thought about this question since yesterday.

If Professor Li hadn't died.

She didn't look at it yesterday, but she must have cut the artery.

However, even if the artery is injured, if it is sent to the hospital in time, it may not be possible to really save it.

She hadn't recovered from the news that she wasn't a murderer.

Suddenly there was some resentment in my heart.

Didn't kill him, it's a pity.

——

Den.

Rong Sheng bit a cigar between his thin lips, put on a nightgown, and sat behind the boss's chair.

He was making a phone call with his phone in his hand.

Hearing what the other party said, his brows furrowed, and his voice was a little deep: "There are no dead people?" ”

The other side asked tremblingly: "Yes, where did you hear that there were people dying at zero last night?" ”

Rong Sheng spat out a puff of smoke unhurriedly and groaned for a while.

It's impossible for his little girl to lie.

What the hell is going on here?

The other side spoke again: "However, there is a small news, I heard that someone was beaten, and then sent to the hospital, it was quite serious, and he was hospitalized for rescue, they blocked the news, I don't know who it is." ”

……

Rong Sheng returned to the room thoughtfully, and was about to go back to bed to rest, when his steps suddenly froze.

The bed was empty, and the little girl was no longer in the room.

It's only been an hour since he's been in the study.

She woke up so soon?

Rong Sheng frowned, and pulled his slippers downstairs.

The TV in the living room was playing, and the girl was sitting on the sofa, staring intently at the TV, not knowing if she was watching TV or thinking about something else.

Seeing her, Rong Sheng was obviously relieved, paced over, and gently hugged her: "Why did you wake up?" ”

Hua Ling sat cross-legged on the sofa, showing her fair little feet, turned her face sideways, stared at him, and asked very lightly, "Or?" ”

Rong Sheng was stunned for two seconds, and turned his face very slowly: "Huh? ”