I Wish Mo All the Best

Qianmu laughed enough to cry, and suddenly a phrase came out after crying.

"I remembered it, but I remembered it."

"Remember what?" Xiaohe didn't understand what she was talking about.

"It's not her, but it's her, it's her..." Qian Mo repeated this sentence, looking mentally unstable.

Xiaohei can only hold her, patting it gently like a baby.

Suddenly, Xiao Hei's eyes focused on a deserted two-story building accurately.

The light problem, from the point of view of the little black, is black and black.

But with his intuition, he felt that there was something wrong.

If he is not obedient in his arms, he will only go upstairs to see what is happening, but now she can't see her emotions and is unstable, and Xiao Hei can't let her stay here alone.

"It's getting windy. I'll take you home." Xiaohei picked her up and drove away.

Qian Mo has been silent for a long time. When he returns to him, he will shrink to the side of the bed, holding his knees in both hands. This is the standard defensive shape after injury.

Yu Changmo made a lot of foods she liked for her, but the silence was unmoved. Looking at the time, it was still a long time before Chen Meng came back.

If she keeps going like this, Xiao Hei thinks he will collapse first.

She said that she wanted to stay quiet, and Yu Changmo took the notebook and sat silently opposite her office, trying not to disturb her.

After working for a while, I seem to remember something.

Xiaohei sent a message to his people to check the two-story building that he felt a little strange.

Qian Mo doesn't like to disturb the sound now, and Xiao Hei operates the whole information quietly.

It was getting dark, and the luxurious street lights of the community outside the floor-to-ceiling windows were lit, and the buildings became brightly lit, while the room was still dark.

Qian Mo sat silently in the dark, the room was so quiet, she could not see, but she could feel a reassuring atmosphere.

"Little Black?"

He immediately closed the computer and stood up, walking quickly.

"in."

Qian Mo wanted to move, but found his legs numb.

I knew he was there, when she was immersed in the memory to find the fragments of memory, that inexplicable down-to-earth was given by him.

"I'm hungry."

Xiao Hei suspended his heart a little, and wanted to take her to the restaurant, but was quietly rejected.

"I'm just blind and not lame, it's not necessary."

It seems that she is back to normal.

Xiaohei didn't dare to slack off and still held her stubbornly. The good arm strength was that the princess couldn't hold it hard and easily wore the living room to the dining room.

"When you can see it, I should hug it." He put her in a European-style leather dining chair and silently touched the soft back of the chair with a warm heart.

This house is not the one they lived in before. He was the one who brought her nearby. There was no such chair with armrest when he came last time.

It should be known that she had renovated all his real estate after being blind, and it just happened to be used this time.

"I've got someone to take the cake back from my brother, and it will be there in two hours." Xiaohei looked at the food cold, remembering that she was hot, and she grabbed her and sat down.

Although she couldn't see her eyes, she felt quite accurate.

"You don't really want cake to be a guide dog for me, you will wrestle." The little guy hugged his legs back and forth and stepped on his back.

"Partner for you." Xiaohe didn't say that she was really scared of her just like that.

He shook his head bitterly, "I'm fine, let's eat."

The food was cold, but it was just as delicious. She didn’t let him heat up, so she grabbed a few bites while holding the bowl. Xiaohe didn’t dare to disobey her. I don’t know if her calmness would be better or... back to the light?

I couldn't find a proper adjective. Xiaohe spurned himself and dared not say anything to hurt her. He could only learn how to look like her while holding a bowl.

A table of good food should be invisible to both people, only knowing the braised rice.

"Ghost and son are not Mu Feifei." Qian Mo took a few bites to put down the bowl, without a head or a tail.

"I have reported the case, Mu Feng is conducting a forensic investigation of the empty house." Xiao Hei looked at Qian Mo's face carefully.

Obviously wanted to ask, it was not why Mu Feifei was so abnormal, but she was afraid of touching her nerves.

"That man is not Mu Feifei. I didn't see my face clearly, but I can be sure it wasn't her, not only not, but—" Qian Mo paused.

"What else?" Little Black couldn't tell whether she was happy or worried now.

It's a bit like the ethereal spirits after the great enlightenment, not happy or sad, but what makes Xiaohei feel scared is that she seems to have lost her soul, leaving only the empty shell here.

Where is his lively little boy?

"I remembered something I forgot, and at the same time I was very confused..." Qian Mo looked straight up somewhere, without focus.

"It doesn't matter what happens to you and remembers anything. What's important is that you tell me if you feel you can't carry it."

Xiaohe took her hand.

The silent consciousness drifted far away, she said without any emotion.

"This time I lost, I thought I was right, I thought I could control everything, I was too confident, but found that I was so small in front of reality."

"You are the best woman in my heart." Xiaohei strengthened her hand and tried to drag her back from nothingness.

Her hands are cold.

Xiaohei's heart is colder.

Mother said that Qian Mo was attacked by others. He didn't believe it at first, but she was fragile at this time, little black letter.

What did the abominable **** stick say to obediently?

Xiaohe only hates that he can't travel through time and space.

Finally, he coaxed to sleep, and Xiaohei received the news from Sha Mufeng.

They searched the room of the magic stick carefully and found several hairs to be used for DNA comparison. The result was different.

There are many fingerprints in the room, but they are all different people. If you want to screen one by one and then go to the information library for comparison, it will take time.

The trickiest thing is that this magic stick did not cause much harm, and no one came forward to complain about him. Although Xiaohei reported the case, it was difficult to file a case. After all, there is no substantial evidence that this guy cheated money.

All those who have been consulted are reluctant to come forward and correct.

The tests were all carried out by Xiao Hei, who asked his friends for help~www.NovelMTL.com~ The closed doors of the room were also opened, and there was nothing inside and empty.

It seems that the guy doesn't usually live here, just go to "office".

This has caused great difficulties in finding people. The only gain is that there are more than twenty pots of ice gel in one of the closed rooms.

Sha Mufeng is trying to extract fingerprints or other valuable information from the flower pot. He took a picture for Xiaohei.

After seeing the pictures of the flowers, Xiaohe felt different from what he saw in someone's home.

It would be nice if obediently she would say what she said to the ghost and son.

But Qian Mo now made it clear that she didn't want to say this, she seemed to be bothering something.

What the **** is it that can calm and calm the silent collapse of the spirit in three minutes?

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