Begonia sleepless tonight

"Bon Voyage."

At dawn, Yan Ruyi closed the car door, stood by the road, watched Li Shengxian's car go away, and waved at the taillights of the car in the morning fog.

Li Shengxian chose to go to Jinnan after all. There are very few opportunities in life, and the most important thing is to seize every opportunity and grow old without regrets.

There is still a long time before work time, but a call from the duty department came, "Group leader, something happened in the Second Hospital, and there was a murder case."

The deceased, Zhuang Ruoxi, was 25 years old.

Sitting in the news gathering car, Yan Ruyi felt the hand holding the news thread tremble slightly.

Is Zhuang Ruoxi dead now?
　 Facts have proved that the clues are true. The police worked overtime to seal off the scene. Zhuang Ruoxi's body was no longer there, but there was a chalk outline of her death on the hospital bed.

"This is the murder weapon." The velvet pillow was wrapped in a plastic wrap, and he confessed that Ruyi took a photo, and the policeman added, "There are signs of damage to the surveillance video of the hospital. The suspect is very familiar with the path of the hospital, and the surveillance did not capture it." Suspicious person."

Yan Ruyi was in a daze, and Zhuang Ruoxi's "Ninth Brother" seemed to be whispering in her ears. A long time ago, she didn't like Zhuang Ruoxi's savage and domineering young lady.

But from her madness to her death, it seemed like a blink of an eye, like a dream and unreal.

"Ruyi, are you okay?"

The accompanying colleagues saw that her face was turning blue, so they specially bought hot coffee and delivered it to her.

Yan Ruyi shook her head, and called Lao Xu to continue asking for leave.

Who killed Zhuang Ruoxi?

mate?

No, Zhuang Ruoxi's goal is her. Could it be that besides Zhuang Ruoxi, there are other people who want their own lives?
A pot of paste was stirred in Yan Ruyi's mind, and the truth that he could see clearly was separated by a frosted glass, so he couldn't figure it out.

"Murderer! Return Miss Zhuang's life!"

"Murderer! Give me Miss Zhuang's life back!"

The courtyard house in the old city was surrounded by a group of people dressed in sackcloth and filial piety. The old lady Sijuan at the head hid her face in pain and had to rely on others to stand up.

Weeping in grief, she stood next to the carved mahogany coffin, tears streaming down her face, "Ruoxi, my poor girl... What should I do if you leave like this? Ruoxi..."

When Yan Ruyi came home, she was ten meters away from the door of the house. Seeing this scene, her feet were filled with lead and she couldn't move.

A banner with black characters on a white background was drawn in front of the door, and the mourners howled angrily. The scene was horrific.

She looked at Zhuang's mother lying on the coffin. There were colorful wreaths in front of the coffin. Zhuang Ruoxi's black and white photos, smiling slightly, the annual rings in the blooming season were always fixed at 25 years old.

Did they get it wrong?Zhuang Ruoxi was killed, what does it have to do with her?
Yan Ruyi didn't hide, but walked towards the funeral procession, "What do you want to do? This is my home, not a place for you to complain."

Zhuang's mother glanced at Yan Ruyi, and cried even more heartbreakingly, "My daughter...you died unjustly, you have a spirit in heaven, and you have revenge..."

Dare they think she killed Zhuang Ruoxi?
"Auntie, shall we be reasonable? Zhuang Ruoxi is dead, I am not the one who suffocated her. Also, don't you think she deserved it? I would like to ask, when you learned that Zhuang Ruoxi attempted to kill someone, what were you doing?" What? Has anyone from your family ever come to see me? Zhuang Ruoxi is here today, isn't it because you are too pampered? "

Her questioning was resounding, but, for the dealers at the moment, it was undoubtedly adding salt to the wound.

"You...you still have the guts to say such a thing? I think it was you who killed Ruoxi!" Mother Zhuang pointed at Yan Ruyi tremblingly, holding back her anger several times.

Yan Ruyi stood at the gate, facing the crowd of people without any fear, "I'll say it again, it's not me, believe it or not."

She has no obligation to comfort the Zhuang family, the unreasonable Zhuang family!
After finishing speaking, she turned around and took out the key to open the old-style door lock. Zhuang's mother rolled her eyes angrily, "You... you... everyone, look, a young girl is comparable to a devil!"

"Beat her!"

A piece of spinach hit Yan Ruyi on the back of the head, followed by eggs, watermelon rind...

Yan Ruyi is unbelievable, no matter what age, they still organized crowds to make trouble.

She turned around and was about to reprimand these troublemakers, when she just turned her head, a red bayberry hit her on the forehead, the branches and leaves splashed and pierced her eyes, causing her to be so painful that she couldn't open them.

"Catch it and give it away!"

"Grab it!"

Public grievances arose everywhere, and those who were incited rushed forward, tugging at Yan Ruyi.

Zhuang's mother patted the coffin board, weeping uncontrollably, "My daughter... a white-haired man gives a black-haired man, you are gone, how do you let me and your father live... my daughter..."

"Thorn-"

Somebody tore Yan Ruyi's blue and white striped shirt sleeves, tripped and trampled on the ground.

pain!
She didn't care about anything else, and covered her head out of self-protection.

"stop."

A deep and mellow order came, and unexpectedly, the runaway people stopped all movements, and followed the source of the sound in unison.

The luxury car was parked on the side of the street, the man slammed the door, stroked the collar of his suit, and walked steadily, with a gloomy face and gloomy eyes, under the scorching sun, like a moving low pressure.

Jiuye.

Yan Ruyi looked at the person coming from the gap between her two arms, and suddenly, her heart felt sore.

Didn't he care about her life or death?Why are you still here?

"Xiao Jiu, it's wrong for my daughter to go, you know, are you going to defend this little fairy in front of Ruoxi?!" Mother Zhuang pointed at Yan Ruyi and questioned, her eyes full of hatred.

"How did she die? The police will give you an answer. The murderer is definitely not this girl." The man squinted at Zhuang's mother with a cold gaze, stepped up the steps, and stretched out his hand towards Yan Ruyi.

Under the sun, his figure was covered with a soft halo, and the slender hands, with clear palm lines, were too fair...

The tip of Yan Ruyi's nose turned red, and there was a layer of mist around her eyes.

Lord Nine...

She hesitated, and slowly passed her hand, and her fingertips touched his warm fingertips.

The man squeezed her fingertips a little harder, giving her an invisible sense of security.

"Xiao Jiu, you are trying to fight against our family!" Zhuang's mother couldn't swallow the anger, and blocked Zhuang Ruoxi's coffin here today to make Ruyi notorious!

Jiang Jiucheng held Yan Ruyi's hand as if holding his own little wife, and snorted coldly, "Except for Mr. Zhuang, what are you?"

Yan Ruyi lowered her head, all she could see was her own toes and the man's heels, and she followed each other's steps, only to hear the shout from behind, "Ma'am! Ma'am, wake up! Call an ambulance!"

Sometimes when people are alive, if you don’t cause trouble, trouble will come to you. There is a kind of person who habitually pushes mistakes on others, is always self-centered and selfish.

Sitting in the car, Yan Ruyi didn't say a word until Jiang Jiucheng brought her into the apartment building of Mansion No. [-].

"This place is empty all the year round, for you to live in, the door code is my birthday."

The man said, stepping into the door, the intelligent sensor light in the entrance was on, and gradually, the curtains were opened, and there was a welcome message from the AI ​​robot: Master, Xiao Yi is here.

"puff."

Yan Ruyi suddenly couldn't help laughing, the robot that looked like a fat winter melon was stuck in the living room, with blue eyes shining, so stupid!
Jiang Jiucheng raised his eyebrows, and looked strangely at the woman next to him who was much shorter than him, with egg liquid hanging on her hair, half of her face was dyed red by bayberry juice, and she was still smiling.

I really want to put her through the drum washing machine.

Yan Ruyi didn't change her shoes, but walked straight towards the robot, and gently touched the robot's head.

The eyes of the robot are shaped like crescent moons, and the voice of the robot is a little excited, "Xiao Yi likes Master the most."