"What's the origin of that Miss Hong, is it credible?" Miss Qi saw that there was no one around. Pulling Mrs. Pang and asking in a low voice.

"I sent someone to investigate, it is indeed from Dahua Foreign Bank, or from the Baoqing Gang, it seems that I really want to know a few more people." "I always feel unsure about the people brought by Miss Ye."

"That woman, I heard that there are people in the black and white way, don't provoke her."

Mrs. Pang glanced at Miss Qi: "You can't be jealous, right?" Jealous that people are whiter than you, younger and more beautiful than you. ”

"I'm jealous of her? There was no blood on her face, and she looked horrified. Miss Qi shook her veil and turned around seductively, "I'm a layman, everything I do is for money, Mrs. Pang, you can't treat me badly." ”

Mrs. Pang smiled: "I've always been a man of words, when did I lie to you." You can rest assured that you will not lose a penny of yours. ”

When Miss Qi heard this, she walked back and asked, "Then why did Weiwei take 300 yuan more than me last month?" ”

"How can there be, how can Weiwei's kind of goods compare with you, don't listen to her nonsense, that woman has never been accurate in speaking, and you don't know."

Mrs. Pang coaxed Miss Qi out of the door, and then twisted her fat ass and walked up the stairs.

"It's really annoying, I don't look at what virtues I have, I get less and less information, and I want money, bah blah."

Phew.

Suddenly there was an echo in the room.

Mrs. Pang panicked, looked left and right, sat down on the sofa, and thought to herself, could it be that she had not slept well recently and was in a trance?

She stretched, leaned back on the sofa, and set her eyes on the bedside table, where there was a quaint vase with some flowers in it, which was the same bottle that Ye Quan had given her.

This is a thin waist celadon plum bottle, Mrs. Pang does not understand antiques, but can also see that this bottle is simple in shape, glorious and introverted, it is a good thing at a glance, especially the kind of rain after the azure, the more you look at it, the more you like it, put it at the head of the bed, and you have to appreciate it every day.

She looked at the vase, her eyelids gradually sank, maybe she didn't sleep well last night, this would be groggy, and soon she reclined on the sofa and fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept, but I heard someone whispering softly in my ear: "Mrs. Pang, Mrs. Pang." ”

When she opened her eyes, she heard the voice continue to shout: "Pang Meng, you wake up." ”

It turns out that Mrs. Pang's original name is Pang Meng, but no one has called this name for more than 20 years, who is it?

She stared at the face in front of her, as if she was continuing to dream.

Because the man crouching across from her looked exactly like her.

Mrs. Pang was frightened, and hurriedly reached out and pinched her thigh, oops, it hurts, not a dream.

And the person who was squatting on the ground also made the same movement as her, pinched his thigh, and said with a smile: "It's not a dream." Mrs. Pang was so frightened that she shouted, "Who are you?" "I am you, you are me." The man laughed.

Mrs. Pang's eyes were about to pop out.

"You're a person, you've always faced people with two faces, aren't you tired? While pretending to be a bodhisattva and selling your soul to the devil, can you tell which side of yourself you are? ”

Mrs. Pang was covered in cold sweat and struggled to get up: "What nonsense are you talking about?" What soul is sold to the devil? ”

Mrs. Pang, who was squatting on the ground, also got up and said, "What you do, you know best." ”

Mrs. Pang was frightened, and the person who looked exactly like her on the other side suddenly stretched out his hand, and his fat fingers were like a sharp blade, and he plunged into her chest with a swish, and said in his mouth: "If you still don't admit it, then see if your heart is black or red." ”

Mrs. Pang felt a sharp pain in her heart, wailed, a spirit, completely opened her eyes, and lay down on the sofa herself, she was frightened, and carefully looked down with her eyes: Fortunately, there was nothing, it turned out to be really a dream, but there was a faint pain in the heart, it must be because she didn't eat breakfast. She comforted herself.

Mrs. Pang calmed herself and told herself that it was just a dream, when she heard the laughter of women downstairs and knew that the ladies were coming again. So he got up and stood in front of the dresser, looked in the mirror, put on a little lipstick, and strode out feeling good.

She left, but there was still Mrs. Pang in the mirror, looking out coldly, and after a while, she slowly took a few steps back, with a weird smile on the corner of her mouth.

A table of mahjong has been set up downstairs, and Mrs. Chen asked everyone to take the money out and put it aside first, which can be regarded as a bargaining chip.

Miss Weiwei opened her wallet to withdraw money, the light in her hand flashed, and Mrs. Chen grabbed her hand and said, "Hey, what a big mahjong card, Weiwei, it was truthfully recruited, where did it come from." ”

As if he had been bitten by something, he hurriedly looked around and said in a low voice, "I bought it myself." ”

"Bought it yourself? You bought such a big diamond ring yourself? "Mrs. Chan is unrelenting.

Pulled her hand back slightly, but Mrs. Chen just wouldn't let go.

"Yo, what are you doing here? Have a good tug-of-war? Let me see who wins? ”

Mrs. Wen twisted her waist and walked over.

Wei's face changed suddenly.

Mrs. Chen smiled: "What a big piece of mahjong tiles, come and see." ”

Mrs. Wen glanced at it: "Wei Wei is very capable." ”

Weiwei had already pulled her hand back at this time, and Mrs. Chen saw that her face was red, and she said with a smile: "But just kidding with you, look at what you do, can I still eat you?" ”

Mrs. Wen sat down on the chair steadily: "Aren't you playing cards, what are you doing standing?" Sit down. ”

Sitting down slightly uneasily, he peeked at Mrs. Wen, and saw her on the other side with her head down, concentrating on the cards, and her long eyelashes were dark and unpredictable under the reflection of the crystal lamp.

When Mrs. Pang came downstairs, mahjong was loud downstairs. Mrs. Chen won the money and shouted, "Take the money, take the money." ”

Slightly reluctantly throwing the money over, Mrs. Chen glanced at her: "Weiwei, don't care about this little money when you get rich." ”

After collecting the money, he got up slightly and said to go to the bathroom. Mrs. Chen covered her mouth and smiled: "This is called a lazy donkey grinding."

After a while, Mrs. Wen also got up and said, "I'll go to the bathroom too, hey, why hasn't Weiwei come back yet?" ”

Mrs. Pang came over with a plate of fruit, and also said, "Yes, I looked at Weiwei and went in for a while, why hasn't anyone come out yet?" ”

The bathroom was at the end of the corridor, and Mrs. Wen walked to the door and knocked on the door: "Weiwei, why haven't you come out yet?" ”

Mrs. Wen knocked three times, and then she felt something flicker on the frosted glass of the door, like a black shadow, and she thought that she was going to come out, so she took a step back.

But after a while, there was no movement inside.

Mrs. Wen shouted: "Okay, you, I don't have the same knowledge as you, come out quickly, I want to use the bathroom." ”

As she spoke, she pushed the bathroom door, but the door was unlocked, and she pushed it open with a slight push.

Sitting on the toilet slightly, her head hanging down, Mrs. Wen was very angry and pushed her: "Are you finished?" I don't care about you, you're pretending to be upside down. ”

As soon as she pushed like this, she tilted slightly directly to the side and fell down.

Mrs. Wen then felt that something was wrong, and then she felt a wave of heat rushing out of her lower body. Yes, she was scared to pee.

Because Weiwei was dead, her eyes widened as if she had seen something terrible, her face was distorted, and her mouth was wide as if she was about to shout something.