The corners of Ji Yi's lips pursed, and an unprecedented distress quickly filled her heart.

Then there was a wave of anger, and flames rose from the depths of my heart.

"Yes, yes, yes, I also remember, it's the man who stabbed Qiange!"

"I really don't understand what he thinks, even if Qiange likes him, pesters him very much, and annoys him a lot, he can't use a knife to kill people!"

"So, if you look handsome, what's the matter, there's something wrong with your character! With a little background and money at home, you can do whatever you want! When I was in school, wasn't it still exposed and often bullied my classmates! ”

"This kind of person is also considered the scum of society, according to me, his knife should not be stabbed to Qiange, he should be stabbed to himself!"

"No matter what, I can't accept such a person, killing someone, maybe it's a mental illness!"

"I don't think anyone can accept such a man, it's a matter of three views!"

The more she listened, the more the anger in Ji Yi's chest burned, her angry eyes flushed, her hands clenched tightly into fists, and even her body began to tremble gently.

Why do they say that about him?!

Several girls talked for a while, as if someone had contacted them on their mobile phones to go back to the private room, and one of them changed the subject: "Tell us to go back." ”

"Let's go." As the other girl responded, Ji Yi heard the sound of high heels coming one after another, and she came back to her senses and looked at the source of the sound.

There are three women, dressed in fancy clothes, even in the cold winter, dressed very revealingly, typical to be demeanor rather than temperature.

Through their outfits and their bewitching walking, Ji Yi knows that they are probably also people in the entertainment industry, but they should all be some little stars who are not well-known and mixed in the eighteenth line.

None of the three young women found Ji Yi, and when they walked past Ji Yi through a red plum, they were still chatting about the sky.

Their voices were very noisy, Ji Yi knew from the few keywords they captured that they were talking about some of the latest luxury goods they wanted and which man was more generous and could dig up more money, and even one of them they said, Boss Huang, Ji Yi knew, was a relatively well-known investor in the circle, over sixty years old.

With the sound of their footsteps, they drifted away, and the red plum garden fell silent.

Only then did Ji Yi return his gaze to He Jichen's body.

He lit another cigarette, but instead of putting it to his mouth and smoking, he kept his head down, not knowing what he was thinking.

Although Ji Yi couldn't see He Jichen's expression, from his back, Ji Yi felt a strong loneliness.

After a while, He Jichen raised his hand, handed the cigarette to his mouth, and took a puff.

Maybe he pumped a little hard and choked on himself, and then he bent over and coughed violently.

He coughed for a while before he subsided, and instead of standing up straight, he slowly raised his right hand and looked into his palm.

As if he was studying something, he stared at the palm of his hand for a long time, and then a gust of wind blew, and Ji Yi vaguely heard his voice mixed with the wind: "Yes, murderer......"

It was as if a knife had stabbed Ji Yi's heart fiercely, and she couldn't breathe in pain.