Qin Jiu, who was excited and excited, couldn't wait to get out of the bed immediately, immediately, and go to call these eleven people.

It's just that......

didn't wait for Qin Jiu to act, but the reality was like a flood canal, blocking in front of Qin Jiu.

As far as the current technological development of the earth is concerned, mobile phones are still only available to city people, and only rich city people can own them.

In a remote mountainous area like Amin Township, not to mention mobile phones, even landlines are a rarity.

In the entire Amin Township, only the township government has a landline.

Therefore, even if she has a phone number in hand, she can't immediately contact her runaway husband.

Suddenly, Qin Jiu wilted.

The excitement just now was like being poured with a basin of cold water and disappeared without a trace.

Yes...... Fourteen years......

Qin Jiu only felt that the future was long and endless!

"Feng Yiqing, why aren't you contacting me one hundred and forty years later?"

Qin Jiu was almost.

It's not a turn from hope to disappointment, it's despair!

But...... It's despair, but it's better than no news.

Thinking like this, Qin Jiu's mood was a little smoother.

Qin Jiu, who was in a slightly calmer mood, couldn't help but think of the scene where Qin Jiaojiao was hit again.

Now, she can be sure that the text message was sent by her runaway husband.

In other words, the text message has nothing to do with the red coupe that hit Qin Jiaojiao.

The existence of text messages is just a coincidence.

So, the question is back to the original point, who wants Qin Jiaojiao's life? Who was the person who drove the red coupe and killed Qin Jiaojiao?

Does this matter have anything to do with Liu Kai?

After thinking about it, I had no clue at all.

Qin Jiu rubbed his swollen and aching head, and now this matter can only be put on hold for the time being.

Perhaps, fourteen years later, she can find an answer for Qin Jiaojiao.

Because, she remembered the license plate of the red coupe.

Fourteen years later, find the owner of the red coupe, check it, and maybe you will know whether Qin Jiaojiao's death was an accident or a murder......

If it's an accident, forget it, if it's a murder, then just wait for it to be counted with interest.

As this idea settled, the corners of Qin Jiu's lips hooked slightly, and that cute baby face was filled with boundless coldness at this moment.

Halfway through the night, Qin Jiu, who was overusing his brain, finally couldn't stay up and was sleepy at this moment.

As soon as it was dawn, he only slept for half a night, and Qin Jiu, who was seriously sleep-deprived, really wanted to sleep in the bed for another ten minutes and twenty minutes.

But when he thought of his small body now, weak as a little chicken, Qin Jiu still crawled out of the quilt with a hard hold.

Qin Jiu didn't know how many hardships there were in the future, what Qin Jiu knew was that only when he was strong could he be fearless of the hardships in the future!

Therefore, now, what Qin Jiu must do is to step up his time, exercise himself, and make his weak body stronger.

In class that day, Qin Jiu's new table mate asked for sick leave, and this incident gave Qin Jiu a major inspiration!

"What are you going to do? You're good, why should I ask you to call you sick? ”

Early in the morning, walking on the way to school, Yang Hui almost jumped up in confusion because of Qin Jiu's proposal.

"Hehe, I've got something, help."

Qin Jiu arched his two little hands and bowed to Yang Hui.

This kind of Qin Jiu reminded Yang Hui of his Xiaohuang, every time, he fed his Xiaohuang bones, he liked to let his Xiaohuang stand up, holding his two front paws to thank him.

Now, Qin Jiu's small appearance, this small posture, is too similar to his little Huang......

[PS: I want to say, with Qin Jiu's small appearance, don't you want to have a recommendation ticket or something? Let's have one, not more, just one per person! 】