"Miss Qinghe, please don't embarrass us."

The man who walked in front of her turned his head and said in a disrespectful and cold voice, his eyelids drooping darkly, and his two hands hanging weakly at his side, as if he hadn't woken up, but if Ye Qinghe dared to show a trace of impatience or the intention of running away, he would definitely ....... it at the first time

Use a 'weak' hand to knock Ye Qinghe unconscious, or directly step on her legs.

They are Deadpools specially cultivated by the Torture Hall, and the purpose of their existence is to execute, unlike the Dark Guards, they seem to have no thoughts of their own at all in their minds, and only know how to repeat the words of the master of the house mechanically.

"I want to go to the toilet and my stomach hurts...... As you know, there are always a few days a month when women are inconvenient. Ye Qinghe bit her teeth lightly, her fair face was red from embarrassment, and bean-sized droplets of sweat slipped from her forehead, she covered her stomach, shaking, and seemed to faint at any time.

The leader of Deadpool raised his head, and all kinds of strange thoughts instantly burst out of his calm eyes, as if he was thinking, or observing whether Ye Qinghe was telling the truth.

But he finally nodded slowly.

Women, it's always troublesome.

。。。。。。

"The report of the torture hall has come out."

At night, an oil lamp, a cup of hot tea, and extremely simple furnishings constitute the bedroom of the old man Ye Nantian.

Hearing the sound brought by the wind, the old man frowned, and subconsciously touched his reading glasses, but the voice in the shadow sounded again.

"Nothing was found."

The old man's hand froze, and he glanced at the shadow guard in the shadows in surprise.

"Why?"

He asked, his intuition told him that everything today had something to do with Ye Qinghe, but now his subordinates told him that no, is he already old? The old one doesn't even think right? You must know that every time he encounters danger or is really difficult to choose a thing over the years, he relies on his intuition and does not say whether it must be right or what, but in general direction, he has never made a mistake.

"The reason is unknown."

"We used very strong negotiators, and we also invited Miss Qinghe into the police quiet room (quiet room: a room made of special material layers, which can absorb the sound in the room so that it will not be transmitted, and will also infinitely amplify the sound in the room, so that you can hear your every breath. But as well as nothing was found, it could only be judged that Miss Qinghe was full of hatred in some aspects. ”

"Hate?"

"Who does she hate?"

The old man muttered to himself, and without waiting for the shadow guard to answer, he asked himself again: "She hates me, right?" After all, I had given her so much hope that she felt that she was the heir of the Ye family, but now I snubbed her. ”

"I admit that my choice to give up her heir is a blow and a disservice to her, but isn't that a protection? They always see the glory and status that comes with my identity, and how can they really understand the meaning behind this glory! ”

The more the old man spoke, the more excited he became, the flesh on his cheekbones bulged, as if it had been filled with various materials, and his face was a little swollen, as if he had been beaten with chicken blood.

The figure in the corner flickered, as if infected by his emotions, no longer as straight and simple as usual, and had some other shapes.

Just when he hesitated to open his mouth to comfort Old Man Ye, a sigh was whispered in his ear.

"Forget it, who doesn't have a desire, I should understand."

The old man sneered and shook his head, his hair seemed to turn a little pale.

"Miss.......

"If there is no evidence, let her go."

"Let's go?" It seemed that he didn't expect the old man to answer like this, and the shadow guard's voice was uncontrollable and the tone rose several points.

"Or else?"

"The enemy is in the dark, I am in the light, beating snakes and hitting seven inches, catching people and dirty." The old man said slowly, put the reading glasses that he had been holding in his hand back into the distance, his eyesight has deteriorated, he can use glasses or various props, but if he wants to see a person's heart, he can't rely on external forces, and the most important thing is to use his heart.

Ying Wei didn't expect the old man to answer himself like this, as if it was not such a way to beat a snake and hit seven inches, but looking at the old man's vicissitudes of life with a sense of loneliness, he couldn't say anything to correct it.

"Yes."

With the answer, the light and shadow in the corner slipped out silently.

The moonlight was beautiful and cold.

Like the human heart, many people are always good at wrapping it in a lot to make it look like the most expensive and beautiful piece of jewelry taken out of a spotless shop window.

But in fact, whether the jewelry is real or fake, it must be authenticated, and even with the help of various tools.

It's complicated, but that's the human heart.

Everyone, similar but different.

。。。。。。

But it was just a sleepless night, but Ye Qinghe felt as if he hadn't slept for centuries.

When she heard that she could leave, the joy of victory also sounded in her heart.

"Is my suspicion cleared?" She said knowingly, strutting with her head held high, her lower abdomen protruding slightly, like a victorious general.

"You're joking, no one doubts you, but it's just that you are just asking you to cooperate with our investigation, after all, we have to give Miss Mengmeng an explanation." The commissioner in charge of psychological interrogation in the torture hall said lightly, his tone was raised, but there was no trace of movement on his face, or even on his lips, obviously, he was using ventriloquism.

Hand over? To that idiot?

Does she need it?

Ye Qinghe's dissatisfaction turned into substance, and he spit out from his thin lips: "Really? ”

After speaking, she turned her head haughtily, swaying her plump figure, and walked towards her own room.

She swaggered and was in good spirits, like a victorious general who had just returned from battle, and greeted the servants she met on the way, until she reached her room and closed the door.

Click-

The door lock is flipped over, as if isolating the world.

Her anger, her arrogance, and her self-confidence seemed to be withdrawn in an instant, and she collapsed on the big bed tiredly, and she didn't even bother to take a shower, so she fell into a deep sleep, and the ghost knew what she had experienced, and the ghost knew that she was worried every minute and every second in the torture hall.

What made her most uncomfortable was that.

She poured so much money of poison into the toilet drain with her own hands.

That's her hard-earned money!!

The mark of a bracelet still remained on her smooth wrist, but the bracelet had been thrown away before she went to the toilet before she entered the torture hall. She's also human, and she's afraid.

。。。。。。

Not only Ye Qinghe, but Zhuang Mengmeng's night was also not peaceful.

She drank two portions of the pill, and when she was sent back to her room, the temperature of her entire body reached 40 degrees, and the doctor diagnosed that the most serious consequence of her long-term continuation of this would be that she would become a fool.

Can a fool be the heir to the family?

The old man was helpless, so he had to feed Xu Qingyun a bunch of little blue films, yes, he just couldn't look down on him, this little Xu looked like a weak guy. So in order to be cute, he felt that it was necessary to add a layer of insurance to men first.

It turns out that the old man is indeed very prescient, the first half of the night is fine, but in the second half of the night, even if he is taking medicine, Xu Qingyun can no longer fight, he is wet, the whole person seems to have just finished the marathon, squatting on the ground and wearing rough air, it is very difficult to move.

But on the other hand, Zhuang Mengmeng, her body's body temperature has dropped a lot, but she is still very excited.......

"Handsome guy, I want handsome guy!"

She shouted unconsciously, kicked the quilt that was pressed on her body, she sat up straight from the bed, looked around in confusion, turned around, and her disgusted gaze fell on Xu Qingyun's face.

"You're a good dish!"

"Cluck, cluck." Strange, like the laughter of an old hen laying eggs, squeezed out of Zhuang Mengmeng's mouth.

Xu Qingyun stuck a mouthful of old blood in his chest, and almost didn't squirt out directly.

What did this woman say?

Say your own dish?

Don't look at herself! Recently, I have been getting fatter and fatter, and my belly has several layers of folds!

"But there's no one else here, so I'll make do with it. After all, a superb product like Lan Jue is hard to find. Zhuang Mengmeng said, and rolled directly from the bed into Xu Qingyun's arms.

"Ahh

Someone's miserable scream was followed by a thud to the ground.

"What is it called! You're so noisy! When you are a son-in-law, you have to have points in your heart, do you think you are still the same Xu Dashao who can call me before? What do you think! Your business is now relying on our Ye family! Although she was drunk, Zhuang Mengmeng's thinking was still very clear, and she pinched the back of Xu Qingyun's fate sentence by sentence.

Xu Qingyun trembled and let her pinch her untoned chest muscles, tears flowed down, half angry, half really painful, this dead woman just smashed his .......

"Tsk, you're crying!"

"What do you have to cry about, but I'm the one to cry!"

"I like you so much but I got involved with other women outside and gave birth to a son, do you know that I almost committed suicide for you?" I don't know what evoked her sad memories, Zhuang Mengmeng's whole state became worse and worse, and she became more and more excited.

I have to say that Ye Qinghe's potion is really powerful, which can not only catalyze the desire for love, but also aggravate hatred!

Zhuang Mengmeng became more and more irritable, and even began to bite Xu Qingyun with his mouth.

Who is Xu Qingyun, that is also the pride of heaven who has been held in the palm of his hand by his family since he was a child, and there is no such thing in the dictionary that he can be bullied by a woman, so he took revenge frantically, and scuffled with Zhuang Mengmeng, and after a while, his body was scarred-

"Zhuang Mengmeng, don't force me!" After being poked the face by a man with a long nail, Xu Qingyun finally broke out unbearably!

"I'll force you to do anything! Little white face! Zhuang Meng said cutely.

"You ......"

Xu Qingyun, who was extremely angry, lost his mind a little, his eyes suddenly lit up, he tried to break free of Zhuang Mengmeng, so he reached out and directly picked up the wax candlestick on the bedside table, and without thinking about it, he smashed it directly at Zhuang Mengmeng.

The silver candelabra is a European-style architectural style, and the cherub holds a sharp sword in his hand, and the silver arrow shines with a rich chill in the moonlight.

The direction of Xu Qingyun's attack is Zhuang Mengmeng's head, and if this continues, even if Zhuang Mengmeng will not die due to being blown off his temples, he will be disfigured or blind.

At the last moment, a silver needle flew out of the shadows.

Puff –

The silver needle sank into the skin of the back of Xu Qingyun's neck, he fell to the ground heavily, and the candlestick in his hand also fell, smashing on his leg, the hot blood splashed Zhuang Mengmeng's face, and the woman who had convulsions was rarely quiet.