2770 Dead

Those eyes were gloomy and dark, as if they were covered with a layer of dark mist.

Shi Xiaoya was taken aback for a moment, she was too familiar with the significance of Han Zhuoling's change in eyes.

It's just that he was on the phone, why did he suddenly become like this?

Shi Xiaoya was wondering, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

My body... seems to be a little cold.

Shi Xiaoya lowered her head strangely, only then realized that she was naked!

Thinking of what he did last night, he must have slept like this without any clothes on.

She was confused by sleep, and it was too warm, so she didn't feel anything.

Now that I found out, I quickly pulled up the quilt and wrapped myself tightly.

Shi Xiaoya poked Han Zhuoling again.

Call now!

Han Zhuoling's hands were a little itchy, so he hid under the quilt and shook them vaguely, but of course he wouldn't really touch Shi Xiaoya.

Even through the mobile phone, the other party can't see it.

But Han Zhuoling still felt that this was done in public, so naturally he couldn't treat Shi Xiaoya like this.

"Young Master Ling, I sent you a WeChat message at five o'clock." Tong Chunian naturally didn't know what happened on the other side of the phone, "Back then, the news that Lian Qingyin had been sold to the black market had already been passed on to the black market."

Of course, Lian Qingyin did not betray the black market.

She doesn't want to die.

So even after suffering such a big crime, he still insisted on it, and didn't dare to speak out about the black market.

And what Han Zhuoling asked Wei Wucai to do was to give false news to the black market.

Let the black market think that Lian Qingyin confessed to the black market because he couldn't stand the questioning.

"What? What happened to Lian Qingyin?" Han Zhuoling asked.

Tong Chunian paused, and said, "Lian Qingyin...is dead..."

"..." Han Zhuoling fell silent for a while.

Shi Xiaoya didn't expect that the person she met just a few days ago... died?

Shi Xiaoya subconsciously hugged Han Zhuoling's arm tightly.

Han Zhuoling looked down at her frightened appearance, and hugged her into his arms to comfort her.

Shi Xiaoya originally felt a little cold.

But when she entered Han Zhuoling's arms, she felt much better.

"When did it happen?" Han Zhuoling asked again.

"Looking at the surveillance, it was 5:35 in the morning. She had just left the police station." Tong Chunian said, "At the intersection of Desheng Road, she was knocked over several times by a large truck rushing out from the side. Turned over. Then a person got out of the truck, it should be the driver. He was wearing a peaked cap, mask and sunglasses. So his face could not be seen."

"Looking at the surveillance, the driver threw the lit lighter into the car, and the car exploded. When the police arrived, only a charred body was dragged out of the car."

Han Zhuoling was afraid that Shi Xiaoya would be scared, so he covered her ears.

Shi Xiaoya shook her head and took his hand off, "It's fine."

Hearing Shi Xiaoya's voice, Tong Chunian froze for a moment, "Madam is here?"

Shi Xiaoya: "..."

Suddenly hearing Tong Chunian say this, Shi Xiaoya was still very uncomfortable.

This "ma'am" suddenly called her old.

Before he and Han Zhuoling were married, Tong Chunian always called her by her first name.

Shi Xiaoya didn't think there was anything wrong, anyway, they were all of the same generation, so they felt more at ease this way.

The corner of Shi Xiaoya's mouth twitched, and she said, "Yes, because I heard it was related to Lian Qingyin, so I wanted to listen to it together."

Tong Chunian was silent.

Just now he talked about the cause and condition of Lian Qingyin's death, it's quite scary thinking about it now.

If he knew that Shi Xiaoya was also listening, he must have spoken in a more tactful manner.