Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Mu Qiu thought that he did it without knowing it, and after so long, how could father know the truth?

Who told him?

How did that person know?

At this time, the agent called suddenly and said that a buyer wanted to see the house.

The reason why I decided to sell the house is because living alone in such a large house is really luxurious, and the house is too big and requires a helper to clean it, which is a small additional expense.

Of course, Mu Qiu is not short of money, these are not the fundamental reasons for her decision to sell the house. The real reason is that living in this house, Mu Qiu always feels restless, and suffers from insomnia all night and all night, and the body will be overwhelmed for a long time. Moreover, because of a ghost in her heart, she still dare not go to the second floor.

The capital of Amethyst was built 16 years ago and is regarded as an old villa complex in Wangdong City. Although it has been a long time ago, due to its good location and small differences, the environment is beautiful and quiet. The design of the house itself is now outdated, and it has always been a good deal.

A few days ago, Mu Qiu asked an agent to sell his house, and today someone has taken a fancy to it.

After hanging up the phone, Mu Qiu drove home hurriedly and personally hosted the buyer.

The buyer was a businessman who had just returned from abroad. He fell in love with Mu Qiu's house, but he also heard about the things that happened to the owners of Mu's family during this period and thought it was a murderous house.

Isn't it? In just a few months, the male host was sentenced to death, the hostess died suddenly of a cerebral hemorrhage, and the only daughter was also a heart disease patient.

No matter how you look at it, this house is a murderous house.

The price of a single-family villa in the capital of Amethyst is not lower than 40 million. In the past, the Mu's villa should be able to sell for 60 million. Mu Qiu also knew that his house was not easy to sell, and the price was not high. The price was 50 million.

The buyer told Mu Qiu: "Miss Mu, your house is unlucky, and the feng shui is not good, but it is still a murderous house. But I am a hot guy, and I can live in a murderous house. Look at this price, can you discount a few million? "

Mu Qiu's eyebrows lightly beat, and she will lose a few million when he speaks. Who will give his face?

Mu Qiuda can open the door to give people away, but...

"Forty-five million can't be less, don't sell it." Mu Qiu just wanted to sell the house quickly, as long as the house price didn't lose money.

"Deal!"

Mu Qiu still has a commercial residential house in the city, and she plans to move to that house. Mu Qiu will also continue to hire Aunt Zhang to cook and clean for her. The salary is 10,000 yuan a month, which is lower than before, but she has less work.

Aunt Zhang was reluctant to remember Mu Qiu, and she agreed without any objections.

Going to the Real Estate Bureau to transfer the villa, Mu Qiu went home with Aunt Zhang to pack up things. Mu Qiu commissioned the auction house to sell all the antiques in the family, and the rest were photos of family members.

Mu Qiu told Aunt Zhang: "Aunt Zhang, please help me put away my parents' wedding photos and art photos, and we will take them to our new home."

"it is good."

I ran a few times upstairs and downstairs, and Aunt Zhang was almost ready, only one pair was left—

"The painting hanging on the wall of the stairwell is the most satisfying artistic photo taken by the lady during her lifetime, and must be taken away. I'll take the ladder, and you can hold me down, Miss."

"it is good."

Aunt Zhang went to the tool room to find the step ladder and moved it to the corner platform of the stairwell to put it away.

Mu Qiu stood below and held the step ladder with his feet standing where Du Tingting lay that day. Mu Qiu uncontrollably remembered the scene of Du Tingting's abortion day, always feeling that his feet were on his mother's blood.

Leaning on the step ladder, Mu Qiu's face suddenly turned pale.

Aunt Zhang only took care of the photos, but she didn't notice Mu Qiu's abnormality. She wiped the front of the photo and planned to put the photo into the box. Suddenly she found a little thing and hurriedly raised her hand to beckon Mu Qiu: "Miss, come and see what this is?"

Mu Qiu leaned over to take a look, and after recognizing what the thing was, he suddenly became darkened. "It's a pinhole camera."

Aunt Zhang also changed her expression drastically.

Who is so wicked? Stole a camera in a private house!

Mu Qiu pulled down the camera and placed it in his palm. Staring at the camera, Mu Qiu said to the person behind the surveillance: "Who are you? If you don't take the initiative to contact me, I will call the police." After speaking, Mu Qiu threw the pinhole camera on the ground and stepped on it. Sloppy.

It is illegal to break into a home, install surveillance equipment, and monitor other people's homes.

After transporting the things to the new home with Aunt Zhang, Mu Qiu returned to Mu's home again. Sitting alone in the empty living room with only the sofa, she always felt that the house was whizzing, like someone blowing air-conditioning in her ears.

She has a ghost in her heart, and she always suspects that there is something else in this room besides her. Mu Qiu knew that he was scaring himself, but he was still flustered.

The night was silent, and Mu Qiu suddenly heard a strange noise upstairs, the sound of that da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da dad.

Mu Qiu's breathing was a little unstable.

They are all fake, there is no ghost in this world, don't scare yourself. Mu Qiu comforted himself like this.

Knocking——

The sudden knock on the door made Mu Qiu tremble.

She suddenly turned her head and looked at the door, realizing that the person she was waiting for had arrived, and Mu Qiu let out a sigh of relief. "Please come in, the door is not closed." There was a little panic in her voice.

The door was pushed open, and the cold wind rushed into the house and got into Mu Qiu's neck. Mu Qiu shrank his shoulders, narrowed his agile eyes, and stared at the door.

Song Ci is here.

In the severe winter night, Song Ci wears a down jacket better than knee boots. The ginger-yellow down jacket with large lapel, worn on others is as thick and funny as a bed of cotton wool, but on Song Ci, it is like a high-end style, full of vibe.

Taking an elegant and calm step, she walked into the Mu's house frankly.

The sofa opposite Mu Qiu was empty. She pushed a cup of hot tea over and said to Song Ci, "I guessed it was you. The hot tea is ready, sit down, sister."

Song Ci walked in and sat down on the sofa. She stared down at the glass of water, and suddenly asked: "There is no poison in it, right?"

Mu Qiu was pouring tea for himself. He shook his hand when he heard the words, and the tea dripped on the table while rubbing the mouth of the cup. Putting down the teapot, Mu Qiu took a sip from his cup before saying, "Look, I drank it all."

Song Ci spread out his hands and said annoyingly: "You have nothing to worry about, and you die when you die. I have a husband who loves my sister to take care of me. It's not surprising that you have to pull me on your back. woman."

Mu Qiu: "..."

Seeing that Mu Qiu was speechless by herself, Song Ci was satisfied, and then took out a small white thermos cup from her down jacket pocket.

She opened the lid of the cup, shook it, and said, "My Brother Han made chrysanthemum tea for me, so I won't drink yours." After all, she looked up and took a sip of chrysanthemum tea.

Mu Qiu smiled angrily by her sorrowful manipulation, "You really hate you, your mouth smells so bad."

Song Ci sneered, "Smelly mouth is better than black heart."

"Sister, don't talk about these things, let me ask you, when did you set up surveillance at my house?" This is what Mu Qiu cares about most. When he spotted the surveillance head in the daytime, Mu Qiu felt chills all over his body. As long as she thinks that everything she does at home is seen by others, she hates it to death.

So far, Song Ci has nothing to say. "After I moved in with Brother Han, I once came back to pick up things and took the opportunity to install them."

Mu Qiu was taken aback, "Did you understand my father's plan at that time? I thought..."

"Do you think that you wanted to kill me that night, but after letting me go because of a moment of softness, I will find another opportunity to monitor you?" Song Ci added Mu Qiu's words.

Mu Qiu nodded in surprise, "You know what happened that night."

Song Ci sneered. "Am I an idiot, can I not find a small scar on my chest?" Song Ci recalled what happened that night, only feeling palpitations.

Mu Qiu took a sip of the water cup, she looked through the steam of hot tea, looked at the calm and elegant Song Ci, she felt that she was also quite scary. "You've already discovered that I was murderous against you, and you can still pretend to be a sister to me in the days to come. Sister, you really surprised me."

"What's this?" Song Ci took out a U disk and shook it in front of Mu Qiu. "The things inside will definitely surprise you even more."

Mu Qiu stared at the USB flash drive and guessed what was inside the USB flash drive. She asked calmly, "What do you want to do?"

Song Ci: "I can kill you, you know."

Mu Qiu: "Who do you think you are? Can you kill anyone at will?"

Song Ci shook the USB flash drive again and said slowly: "I have video evidence of your murder of your mother and her child. Once I release this evidence, everyone will see the true face of the Mu family’s daughter. Especially your beloved Cheng Yanmo."

"By then, the mentally disordered Ms. Mu Jia was found to have died in a car accident, committed suicide by taking poison, drowning, or jumping off a building... In short, there are thousands of ways to die in this world. You die in any way and you will not be killed. doubt."

"After all, in just two or three months, you have suffered the pain of your mother's death, the pain of your father being shot, and the pain of your own reputation. It is normal for such a little girl to want to go to death. Up."

"Do you think my analysis makes sense? Mu Qiu." When he said these words, the look on Song Ci's face was sinister.

Threat, this is a plain threat!

After listening to Song Ci's threatening remarks, Mu Qiu's still calm eyes were filled with a lot of anxiety, and finally his pupils began to tremble.

Song Ci smiled like a smiling tiger, and his eyes narrowed like crescent moons. For the first time, Mu Qiu discovered that this woman was not that easy to provoke. "What do you want me to do?" Since Song Ci was willing to come to see her, she must have left her a way out.

Song Ci put away the U disk.

She looked around the house and lived in this house for eight years. Song Ci also devoted all her feelings to this house. Thinking of the dead Du Tingting and the 18.88 million dowry money in the account, Song Ci's heart that was supposed to be cold and iron still softened a corner.

"I won't push you to a desperate situation, but I won't allow you to be chic..." After all, Mu Qiu was overly comfortable, and Song Ci was upset. As soon as the conversation changed, Song Ci suddenly said, "Mu Qiu, do what I said, and I will destroy this video."

Mu Qiu looked at her questioningly, "What do you want me to do?"

Song Ci said: "Tomorrow is the day when my father executes the execution. I want you to go to the execution ground and personally send him the last ride!"

"What are you talking about!" Mu Qiu stood up suddenly. She stared at Song Ci in disbelief, never expected Song Ci to make such a request. "It's impossible, I won't go!" Mu Qiu firmly disagreed when she asked her to witness her father being shot.

Song Ci glanced at her faintly, and still said: "I said, I want you to watch his father's execution tomorrow."

Mu Qiu shook his head subconsciously, "No, no! How could you let me witness my father being executed, Song Ci, you are too vicious!" Song Ci grabbed the cup of tea on the table and poured it over Song Ci, Song Porcelain dodged, and quickly picked up the untouched cup of water in front of him and splashed it on Mu Qiu's face.

The tea was warm and cold, splashing on his face, Mu Qiu was agitated. She wiped the tea off her face and saw Song Ci walking towards her vaguely.

Mu Qiu's chin was pinched by Song Ci, and she wiped her eyes again, only then could she clear Song Ci's face. Song Ci looked cold, and looked at her eyes with disgust, as if looking at a bug. "I wanted to do this a long time ago. I wonder if this cup of tea has splashed you up?"

Mu Qiu stared at her unwillingly, without saying a word.

Song Ci suddenly dragged Mu Qiu to the grooming mirror hanging on the entrance wall. Song Ci is tall, and her arms are very strong during regular exercise, and she is much more energetic than the sickly Mu Qiuke. She easily dragged Mu Qiu to the mirror.

Song Ci asked Mu Qiu to stare in the mirror.

Mu Qiu raised his eyes and looked into the mirror, and saw her embarrassed, and Song Ci, who was so high that he could not be desecrated.

Song Ci stared at Mu Qiu in the mirror and said, "Mu Qiu, take a good look in the mirror and see how your heart is black! Look at how beautiful and white you are, but your heart is really The darkest in the world I have ever seen!"

"I feel really worthless for my mother. She still loves you to death, thinking about giving you her heart. But you, you can even kill your own mother, how can you be like you in this world? !"

"You stare at me in the mirror, and show me how dark your heart is! Is it made of meat?"

Mu Qiu stared at himself in the mirror blankly, only to find that his eyes were shining and hiding, and he dared not look directly at the girl inside.

Looking at it, Mu Qiu suddenly burst into tears. He didn't know if he was frightened by Song Ci, or he felt regret when he thought of the foolish things he had done.

Song Ci let go of Mu Qiu, and Mu Qiu just sat down on the floor.

"Mu Qiu, if you don't go to the execution ground tomorrow, I will send this video to Cheng Yanmo, to the WeChat group we jointly own, and to my Weibo homepage, so that everyone can come and see the innocent Mu family. The pure and kind eldest lady, how hypocritical and disgusting is her true face!"

Song Ci returned to the living room to pick up her white thermos cup, and left without looking back.

Mu Qiu looked at the beautiful girl in the mirror, feeling strange for the first time. Since when did she become a person who does not choose a purpose in order to survive?

-

On the night before the execution, Mu Mian was taken to the cell at about eleven o'clock. He was guarded by two armed police, a judicial officer and a public security officer. They chatted and spoke with him.

This is the beauty before death.

Generally at this time, criminals can make some demands, as long as they are not too rude, they will be met. But Mu Mian just sat quietly on the chair, not crying, making trouble, or sad. He was not like a criminal about to be executed.

Several people's public servants who were responsible for guarding him looked at each other, and they all felt that this man was the quietest and most cooperating death row prisoner they had ever met since they took office.

Staying up until two o'clock in the night, the staff were a little tired, and then they cheered up and asked Mu Mian: "You can tell us if you have any last words to explain."

Mu Mian glanced at them and shook his head.

Last words?

He doesn't have that kind of thing.

In this world, no one deserves his last words. Although Mu Qiu is still alive, in Mu Mian's heart, his daughter with Du Tingting is dead.

"Then, is there anything you want to eat?"

Mu Mian wanted to shake his head, but he just shook his head and stopped suddenly. After thinking about it, he said, "I want to eat a bowl of beef noodles."

"Okay, we will do it for you now!"

Twenty minutes later, a bowl of fragrant beef noodles was brought to the table in front of Mu Mian. They also thoughtfully brought a small bowl of chili sauce, "If you want to eat chili, add it yourself. The chef is afraid you won’t eat it. hot."

Mu Mian shook his head. "I don't eat spicy food."

He stared at the bowl of noodles in silence for a while, then picked up his chopsticks, took a bite of noodles and put it in his mouth. Chewing and chewing, Mu Mian's movements became slower and slower.

Seeing him like that, as if not satisfied, the staff was very patient, "Why, it doesn't suit your appetite? Would you like to change the cook to make it for you?"

There were tears in Mu Mian's eyes suddenly. He looked at the bowl of noodles, stared at the garlic fruit inside, and suddenly said softly: "My wife knows that I don't like garlic. She never put garlic in the beef noodles she made for me."

Everyone in the room fell silent and did not answer this.

Mu Mian finished the bowl of noodles.

After eating the noodles, he remained silent, closing his eyes as if going to sleep.

It wasn't until dawn that he opened his eyes and stared at the dazzling dawn outside the house with a little fear. This was the last time he saw the sunrise in his life. The sunrise was beautiful, but it was not as magnificent as the sunrise he and Du Tingting saw when they went to Huangshan for the first time.

At this time, the armed police opened the door and walked in, and began to bind Mu Mian, the kind of five-flower big tying. They called this binding method ‘execution rope’. After it was tied, a sharp wooden sign was inserted into the back of Mu Mian's neck, which read "Shoot Murder Mu Mian" and struck a red cross on it.

After the forensic doctor came to verify Mu Mian's identity, Mu Mian was taken to the public trial assembly for a judgment. As soon as the trial was over, Mu Mian was taken by the executors to a Jiefang truck and rushed to the selected execution site.

All the way through the battery, the guard is strict.

-

Mu Qiu, who hadn't rested for the same night, had a very tired face, and his skin had become duller and lost its luster. She leaned against the head of the bed and stared at the white skyline outside the window, filled with struggle.

After thinking for a long time, Mu Qiu finally got out of bed, opened the closet and picked himself a black down jacket to put on.

She decided to follow Song Ci's threats and go to the execution ground.

Song Ci is very clear that even though Mu Qiu and Cheng Yanmo have broken up, Cheng Yanmo is still Mu Qiu's favorite man. What Mu Qiu fears most is that Cheng Yanmo knows the stinky things she did. Mu Qiu did not hope that in Cheng Yanmo's heart, besides being the murderer's daughter, Mu Qiu was also a cruel beast.

Song Ci really saw Mu Qiu through, pinched her biggest weakness, and forced her to submit.

When Mu Qiu came downstairs, he was stopped by Long Yu, who had been waiting downstairs for a long time. "Miss Mu, Madam asked me to wait for you here and see you there."

Mu Qiu recognized Long Yu, this was Song Ci's driver.

Because he had opinions about Song Ci, he didn't even have a good face for Long Yu. Mu Qiu sneered and sneered at Long Yu: "You are an obedient dog." After speaking, she got in the car.

The good dog "Long Yu" drove the car out of the city. Seeing that there were few cars, he started to play the big drift. When the car stopped, Mu Qiu was already pale, she pushed the car door, got out and vomited.

Long Yu got out of the car and stared at the embarrassed Mu Qiu with disdain. He said: "Even if it is a dog, I am a loyal dog who will not betray the Lord. But Miss Mu, you are a mouse passing by everyone shouting and beating. "

Mu Qiu vomited sour juice, and then stopped. She stood up slowly, mocking Long Yu, "What are you!" After speaking, she saw two people coming out of the execution ground.

She hurriedly closed her mouth and looked at the two people with uneasy eyes.

Long Yu said a few words to them, then took out his ID card and showed them to the other party, confirming that Long Yu was the person who had been specially approved by Mr. Han to observe the execution process, and they took Long Yu and Mu Qiu into the execution ground.

Standing in a desolate open space, Mu Qiu's feet chilled when he thought that many people had died here.

As the time was approaching twelve noon, Mu Qiu became more and more disturbed. After about ten minutes, Mu Qiu heard the sound of a rolling car approaching quickly from a distance.

She hurriedly turned her head to look in the direction from which the sound of the car came, and saw two cars driving towards the execution ground very fast, a Jiefang truck and a van.

Realizing that Dad was sitting in the big truck and was about to be shot immediately, Mu Qiu's face turned pale.

The car stopped at the entrance to the execution ground. Two escorts and two shooters jumped out of the car. They rushed to the commander and said: "Mu Mian, the murderer, has been brought here, waiting for instructions!"

The commander raised his finger and pointed at the desolate land.

The **** immediately dragged Mu Mian out of the car. Seeing Mu Mian who was **** with a five-stripe rope, Mu Qiu covered his lips with his hand and shouted dumbly in his throat: "Dad..."

Mu Mian seemed to have heard it, and he looked towards Mu Qiu. I never thought that I would see Mu Qiu in the execution ground. Mu Mian's pupils shrank, but he was quickly replaced by indifference.

Mu Mian knelt on the ground by them, and at the moment his knees were really touching the ground, Mu Mian really felt the approach of death. At this moment, Mu Mian suddenly became a little scared, and people began to tremble.

Perceiving the change in Mu Mian's mood, the **** quickly pressed his shoulders tightly, not allowing him to move significantly.

The commander asked: "Are you ready?"

"complete!"

The commander waved the small flag, and the shooter put the stabbing head of the rifle on Mu Mian's chest. Seeing that all the preparations were completed, the commander shouted, and the shooter pressed the trigger!

boom!

Mu Mian's eyes widened, her upper body fell to the ground, and her head moved a few times before she lost her breath. No one knows whether he regretted the moment the bullet broke his body.

From Mu Mian arriving at the execution ground to Mu Mian losing his breath, the whole process only lasted less than three minutes!

So fast, so ruthless!

Skynet is full of negligence without leakage, and those who do all the bad things will be condemned by heaven. This is the ending of Mu Mian.

This was also the first time that Mu Qiu witnessed a living person dying quickly in front of her. The death was so rapid and tragic that she seemed to have been severely injured, and her body trembled so much that she was scared of incontinence.

Father is dead!

Indirectly killed by her!

It was because she wanted to live selfishly and deliberately hinted that he would commit a crime and murder, which led to her father being arrested! Because the father was arrested, the mother died of a cerebral hemorrhage with emotional excitement!

It was her, she ruined this home!

Mu Qiu refused to accept this fact,

Mu Qiu came back to her senses, she fell to the ground, staring at Mu Mian who was lying on the ground, and finally howled.

That man is her father! It was the father who would put her on her shoulders and ride a horse when she was a child. After she was bullied by her classmates, he would take her to the principal's office to ask her for justice!

Mu Qiu crawled towards Mu Mian tremblingly, no one on the scene stopped her.

"Dad!" Mu Qiu hugged Mu Mian's body and turned him over.

When he saw Mu Mian's distorted face and the blood winter on his chest, Mu Qiu was stunned. She quickly pressed Mu Mian's chest with her hand, trying to stop the blood. But the blood was like an out of control faucet, constantly pouring out, and soon wet Mu Qiu's hand.

The scene before him overlapped with the scene of Du Tingting's massive abortion and hemorrhage, and Mu Qiuhun was scared to death.

"Dad, daddy! Sorry, sorry daddy!" Mu Qiu lay his head on Mu Mian's shoulder, crying so badly that he became a man of tears.

Long Yu watched this scene indifferently, picked up the phone, and sent a message to Song Ci.

At noon that day, the sun was shining brightly and it was warm on people. Song Ci did not wear a jacket, only a long sweater skirt and leggings, sitting in front of the French windows and looking at the direction of the distant suburbs.

Song Fei, who was sitting on her sofa, glanced at the black wall clock on the wall again, and suddenly said, "It's twelve."

Song Ci's heartbeat stopped suddenly.

Staring at the sky in the suburbs, she turned around and said to Song Fei: "He is dead, Song Fei, we finally have revenge." But she did not feel the pleasure of revenge.

Song Fei got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. She looked at the prosperous city in front of her, bathed by the sun, with her arms folded, and hummed softly after a long while. "died."

Song Ci said: "Strange, I don't feel comfortable."

Song Fei looked down at her and asked, "Are you sympathizing with him?"

Song Ci shook her head, "Where can I sympathize with a murderer, I just think it's very emotional." At this time, Song Ci received a new text message on her mobile phone, and she turned it on and took a look.

Song Fei asked her: "Whose?"

"Long Yu."

"What did you say?"

"Mu Mian has been shot, Mu Qiu was emotionally broken and frightened."

Upon hearing Mu Qiu's name, Song Fei frowned in disgust. "Song Ci, you are still not cruel enough."

Song Ci did not refute Song Fei's evaluation of her.

Song Fei told Song Ci: "If I were you, I would make Mu Qiu's deeds public, and she would definitely die in my hands." This is Song Fei, and the eyes of the canthus must be reported. The eyes of the heart are smaller than the eyes of a needle, who If she bullied her, she would retaliate back thousands of times.

"Yes, I am soft-hearted." Song Ci also hated such soft-hearted herself. She said: "I thought about killing Mu Qiu, but Song Fei, thinking of Du Tingting makes me soft-hearted."

"Little idiot, kindness will be bullied."

Song Ci was silent.

Song Fei sighed, she rubbed Song Ci's hair, and she would only touch Song Ci's hair when Song Ci was sitting like this.

Shortness is a flaw.

"Forget it, you continue to be stupid, I will protect you." Who made her a sister.

Song Ci was very moved, and decided to drink a bottle of beer.

Song Ci happily took out the beer. Song Fei's eyes were cold and faint. She snatched Song Ci's beer and said sternly: "You are getting pregnant recently. Drinking ice will reduce the pregnancy rate."

Song Ci's eyes widened, "How do you know I'm preparing for pregnancy?"

Song Fei calmly analyzed and said: "I have seen you these few days, and you have hickeys on your body every time, which shows that your husband and wife life is very frequent, too often you are generally creating villains."

"So." Song Fei stuffed the cold beer back into the refrigerator and asked Song Ci, leaning on the refrigerator, "Are you making villains?"

Song Ci reddened his ears silently.

Upon seeing this, Song Fei still didn't understand.

Song Fei told Song Ci: "I have studied that the posture during pregnancy is actually very important. I made a list of fertile postures and sent it to your email. You will check it later and remember to follow the above posture. It must be easy to get pregnant."

Song Ci was shy and annoyed, "You who are not married, how can you study such things?"

"To be honest, I also want to have a child." Song Fei felt that her sister was a failure. "I am behind you when I fall in love, get married, and I am tall. I can never lose to you about having children. ."

Song Fei not only has a high IQ, she is also very keen on winning.

Song Ci heard this reason and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Is this even better?"

"Of course, I am my sister."

After Song Fei left, Song Ci still felt that this matter was very mysterious.

-

After the news of Mu Mian's execution was announced, there was a lot of applause on the Internet.

After the execution, Mu Mian's body was cremated, and his ashes were taken away by his daughter Mu Qiu. Mu Qiu bought a tombstone and buried Mu Mian in a beautiful cemetery.

All Mu Mian's former friends broke off with him, and no one came to mourn him at the funeral. The desolate funeral was chilling.

The funeral was over in the morning, but Mu Qiu returned home in despair at night, with a layer of white snow on her shoulders.

Seeing that she finally came back, Aunt Zhang finally felt relieved. Aunt Zhang was startled when she found Mu Qiu's hands were cold. She hurriedly brought the **** tea over and stuffed it directly into Mu Qiu's hand, "Miss, you are about to drink **** tea, don't catch a cold."

Mu Qiu picked up the bowl of **** tea and drank it clean.

Aunt Zhang took the bowl back to the kitchen to wash, and while washing, she said, "Miss, who is going to attend Mr.'s funeral?"

"No one is going."

Aunt Zhang lost her mind for a while before sighing, "Is there no one?"

"No."

Aunt Zhang knows that she should say something to comfort Mu Qiu at this time, but this is indeed too cold, and it is useless to comfort him. Aunt Zhang wiped the water stains in the bowl and put it into the disinfection cupboard. She took off her apron and went to the living room. She said to Mu Qiu, "Miss, take a rest. You are tired these days."

Mu Qiu shook his head. "Aunt Zhang, sit down and I will tell you something."

Aunt Zhang sat down questioningly.

Mu Qiu suddenly opened the bag, took out a document from it, and handed it to Aunt Zhang. Aunt Zhang lowered her head and saw that it was a gift of house ownership, and she was the beneficiary.

Aunt Zhang was stunned. "Miss!" She raised her voice sharply, "Miss, what are you doing?"

"I decided to leave." Mu Qiu looked at Aunt Zhang with a smile. She said: "I sold everything that should be sold, and this is the house left. Aunt Zhang, I treat you as my family, thank you I have taken care of our family over the years. There is nothing else to give away. This house will be given to you."

"Don't refuse, I know that your daughter is married. It is not convenient for you to live with your son-in-law and grandson. You can live with this house. After you die, the house will be sold, and the money for selling the house will be Will be donated to charitable foundations."

Aunt Zhang was taken aback, and she asked Mu Qiu with a trembling voice: "Miss, where are you going?"

Mu Qiu was about to cry too.

She said: "Auntie Zhang, I can't stay in this city anymore. I'm leaving. I'm going crazy if I don't leave. When I close my eyes, I can always see my mother lying in the stairwell covered in blood. Looks like, I will see my father falling to the ground and struggling when he died."

Aunt Zhang heard that, "Miss, are you scared by the death of your husband and the miscarriage of your wife?"

Mu Qiu shook his head, "No, no, I am guilty! I am guilty!"

Aunt Zhang felt uneasy, she lowered her voice subconsciously and asked Mu Qiu: "Miss, what nonsense are you talking about? What's your sin?"

Mu Qiu's **** slipped off the sofa, she knelt on the ground, her hands lying on Aunt Zhang's legs.

Mu Qiulai looked at Aunt Zhang with whirling eyes, she couldn't hold back anymore, she was going crazy, she decided to tell the ugliest thing in her heart. "Aunt Zhang, I killed my mother and the child in her belly. I secretly wiped face cream on the stairs that day. When my mother stepped on the face cream, she slipped and fell..."

"I am guilty..."

Hearing that, Aunt Zhang was stupid.

She almost suspected that she was hearing a hallucination.

So innocent lady, how could she do that? "Miss, are you joking, it's your mother, how could you do that?" Aunt Zhang couldn't believe it was true.

Mu Qiu was still crying, crying and confessing: "It's true, it's all true, I killed the child, it's my fault, it's all my fault."

"These days, I always have nightmares every night. I can always dream of my mother asking me why I killed that child. When I wake up, my father often calls me not a human being."

"Aunt Zhang, am I crazy?"

Aunt Zhang listened blankly, unable to digest the news for a while.

The Miss Mu Qiu in her eyes has always been a gentle, lovely, innocent and innocent girl. Aunt Zhang still remembers the first time she saw Miss Mu after she came to Mu's house.

It was a summer, and there was a thunderstorm, and a group of ants were biting around the bread. Mu Qiu was worried that the ants would be trampled to death. She bent over and slowly moved the piece of bread and the group of ants to the corner of the wall.

At that time, Aunt Zhang believed that Mu Qiu was a kind little girl. After all, Mu Qiu, who was only six at that time, knew she could not hurt her life. Compared with Mu Qiu, the later adopted daughter, Miss Song Ci, was a cruel master.

It was also one summer, and a group of ants were hiding in the corner of Mu's house to keep up, struggling to move a few grains of rice. Song Ci saw it when he came home, and without a word, he ran into the kitchen and boiled a pot of boiling water. Then he brought the boiling water to the corner and poured the boiling water on the ants blankly.

Just because of that incident, Aunt Zhang always looked down on Song Ci. She felt that the girl was cruel and unsympathetic. So in life, she always favors Mu Qiu.

Unexpectedly, Song Ci, who looked cruel and cruel, turned out to be clean and upright. But Mu Qiu, who would protect the ants from moving, was a cruel girl who could kill the child in the stomach of the birth mother.

People, why are they so contradictory?

Aunt Zhang looked down at the tearful Mu Qiu, and she couldn't help feeling sad.

Holding Mu Qiu's head, Aunt Zhang cried and asked her: "Miss, why are you so confused? Even if you don't wait to see that child again, you shouldn't be obsessed with doing such stupid things!"

It's not that she is obsessed with her heart, but her nature is so cruel. Although she didn't want to admit it, Mu Qiu also saw the fact that she was indeed Mu Mian's own daughter, and the blood was as selfish and fierce as Mu Mian was flowing in her body.

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Why do everyone think that Mu Qiu will continue to darken?

Isn't the death of father and mother enough to awaken her confused mind? I do not write as bad and bad people, so those babies who look forward to Mu Qiu's continued blackening are afraid to be disappointed, hehe.