Seeing these cold and playful eyes, Li Jicai subconsciously shuddered, and involuntarily wanted to retreat.

Perhaps for such smiling eyes, Li Jicai has a kind of fear.

I remember that when she was in a car accident, she ran a red light to deliver a yellow braised chicken to a customer, and she went from south to north. To the east on the right came a small electric donkey, and a young man was carrying a woman.

The man was wearing white pants, a black T-shirt, his hair was shaved, and he was wearing a black mask on his face.

The man's eyes were smiling, like crescent moons, and the corners of his eyes were bent downward, Li Jicai didn't realize what was wrong at first, she just stared at the man, why did he smile at himself? Why?

It wasn't until she was hit by a gravel truck that she understood what that smile meant, it was a malicious smile, it was a gloating smile, and this smile meant that she was going to be unlucky.

Sure enough, the man on the bed just got out of bed.

I don't have the guts to see his unwisp of appearance, and I'll have a needle's eye. Jiang Li didn't shy away at all, and walked in front of Li Jicai barefoot, leaning down to look at her.

Jiang Li obviously remembered that he had kicked her to death, and it was incredible that he could survive after his head hit the pillar and broke such a big hole, so he leaned down curiously to look at her carefully.

Li Jicai was still lying on her stomach, she was still young, and she really had no way to face the pair of men and women in front of her who didn't know what shame was.

"Not dead?" A low and hoarse voice with a slight restraint sounded, and Jiang Li couldn't help but ask, he wanted to test to see if she was back to light.

But he had been entangled with Xinru in bed for so long, and this time the light had returned to the light for too long, which made him begin to wonder if his majesty was gone.

"Dead!" Li Jicai didn't dare to look at his face, so he could only lower his head vigorously, trying to rely on this way to reduce his sense of existence, it was best for the other party to believe her words, and then treat her as a ghost.

That's right, she's a ghost, she's a ghost! Didn't see her.

"Huh." Jiang Li let out a laugh, it sounded like he was in a good mood, not fierce and vicious, which made Li Jicai relax his vigilance a little, the other party should not be too embarrassed by her laughter, now it is a society under the rule of law, and it is illegal to kill people.

Even if she accidentally witnessed their affair, it was a big truck that sent her in, not something she deliberately wanted to get in, and it had nothing to do with her! Independent!

But in the next second, it was completely verified that her idea was wrong. Her hair was pulled up violently, and her head unconsciously leaned back with force.

Even with it, he finally saw the face of the naked man who was not clothed.

Li Jicai didn't know how to describe the face he saw, how could a person's face be able to see the surging monstrous resentment?

The eyebrows are thick and heavy, the beard is slightly sparse, the complexion is white and almost transparent, the eye sockets are all blue and black, as if caused by staying up late for a long time, the nose is wide, the ears are thick, the lips are thick, but there is no loyalty and honesty, and the facial features are grouped together to form this face with a distorted expression.

However, such a face is not even ugly? What's the difference? Li Jicai felt that his head might be confused, so he had to think like this. It's really beautiful, but the anger on his face obscures his countenance.

A single pair of eyes, as cold and ruthless as that poisonous snake, gloomy and terrifying, making people dare not look directly.

I don't know why, Li Jicai saw resentment from the man whom the woman in the bed called "Li", that is, the kind of resentment that was as thick as ink.

Maybe it was because she had a deep resentment against someone at the beginning, so she smelled the breath of the same kind on his body, and the emotions that rose in her heart made her feel some sympathy, but this man called "Li", his long hair made her very dramatic, like an ancient person? The brewing emotions are a little lacking, and the stamina is insufficient.

Obviously, Jiang Li stared at her sincerely, and also saw the fleeting sympathy in her eyes, and instantly became angry, and the hand that had already used a lot of strength to pull her hair became heavier again.

Li Jicai only felt that his scalp was tense, and he seemed to be dragged down by him at any time, and he gasped in pain. If you can't say anything well, you have to pull her hair? Does it have to be so ungraceful?

Jiang Li's interest was suddenly disturbed by Li Jicai's sudden resurrection, and what was even more infuriating was that she actually looked at him with a look of pity, who in the Jiang Mansion didn't know that he hated people the most to look at him with this kind of eyes?

Jiangfu Jiangli's second son is a numerology of cold gold and water, saying that on the day of his birth, a Taoist priest came to the door to calculate, and he was described as an ominous person at an early age. The appearance is good, upright, but no good woman dares to marry, and then she becomes a prodigal.

It is said that he had married seven wives before, and one of them died worse than the other. Some went crazy, some hanged, some drowned, and some took poison. In short, in a variety of forms, most of them sensational and intimidating.

There is even a booklet in Jinzhou City, Jiangnan, which records that Jiang Li, the second son of the Jiang family, once married his daughter-in-law, and this booklet is still stable and waiting to be updated, if Jiang Li remarries.

However, it has been more than half a year since Jiang Li's wife passed away in the seventh room, and now Jiang Li is not eighteen years old, which is still early. Jiang Li couldn't help but be angry, his originally squatting body stood up suddenly, and he didn't let go of Li Jicai's hand, the tea table was directly brought down, and Li Jicai was roughly dragged out of the table.

Li Jicai felt that her body was like a rag doll, and this man called "Li" could easily tear her to pieces.

The words of begging for mercy could not be shouted, Li Jicai, who touched the sore spot, her tears immediately rushed out, and the mouth was "yahhhh

After he dragged Li Jicai out, he dragged him to a more spacious place.

Yan Xinru, who was sitting on the bed and hugging the quilt, looked at Li Jicai on the floor in the outer hall with impatient and unkind eyes, no matter who was disturbed and a good thing would not be happy.

Biting her scarlet lip, she was thinking about where to throw this girl later, she definitely couldn't throw it into the pond in front of the courtyard, last time she fished out a dead body from it, the pool water stinked for a while, and the people under the master didn't dare to approach, the old man of the Jiang family couldn't help but be furious when he knew about it, and then they didn't dare to throw the corpse into the pond again.