She is the moonlight in the dark night

Ji Yingying was thrown on the bed, and when she was struggling to get up, she saw Huo Zheng tear off the shirt on her body, revealing her strong body, with poor buttons scattered all over the floor.

"Didn't you say you want to have a baby and have a baby quickly?"

He leaned over and pressed down, the lines stretched and stretched with his movements, full of tension.

Ji Yingying put her hands on his chest, her palms were hot.

She bit her lower lip and didn't push him away.

Perhaps, this is what they should really do.

Nothing to do with emotion, just desire.

His kiss was as hot as his body temperature, bringing a string of tiny flames on her slightly cool skin.

Ji Yingying turned her head and bit the soft flesh of her palm.

A layer of reddish surface appeared on the plain white face, like the clouds dyed red by the setting sun in the afternoon.

The thin quilt was wrinkled, and the black sheet made her skin as cold and white as jade.

Huo Zheng's breathing became heavier.

He seems to be a painter who paints with splashed ink, leaving little red plums on the canvas.

There was no longer any quarreling in the huge room, only the different breathing sounds of the two were intertwined like a musical score.

Well.

She gasped.

A faint fragrance reached his ears.

Huo Zheng suddenly woke up.

He turned over and sat up, pulling the quilt aside to cover her slender shoulders.

"You are still in a special period, we should calm down."

Huo Zheng sat on the edge of the bed with his back to her, with broad shoulders and strong waist, his lines fluctuated due to violent breathing, and he suppressed all impulses and desires.

Ji Yingying didn't speak, she got under the quilt.

In the next second, a slender hand stretched out from under the quilt and pulled away the jacket that was thrown aside.

There was a rustling sound from the quilt, and when she got out after changing her clothes, her long hair was disheveled and her complexion was glowing.

She gasped for breath, her eyes were cold.

The trousers were thrown a little far away, Ji Yingying was in the quilt and didn't want to get them in front of him.

With his back turned to her, Huo Zheng gradually calmed down his impulse, "Can we have a good chat about today's affairs?"

Ji Yingying turned her eyes away and looked at the still bright sky outside the window.

"What's there to talk about? Only equality can communicate. To you, I'm just a tool with genes similar to Ji Ruoruo's."

Her voice was as cool as water, and she didn't even frown when she said the word "tool".

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no.

Huo Zheng closed his eyes, and slowly tightened his grip on the edge of the bed.

These three words seemed to weigh a thousand catties, making him unable to breathe.

"I can't forgive you for the dead."

His voice was hoarse and exhausted.

Huo Zheng was no longer at the age where he could put everything aside.

Love or love has a price in blood.

He can't afford it, and he can't give it.

"I don't need your forgiveness."

Ji Yingying lowered her head and buried her face between her arms.

She was so tired, why didn't he believe her after explaining it thousands of times!
"I've said everything I should say, but I don't know how to prove that I really have nothing to do with this matter."

Where he couldn't see, Ji Yingying smiled bitterly.

"I don't need your forgiveness."

Speaking of the latter, her voice was very soft, and it dispersed when the wind blew.

Huo Zheng got up suddenly and left the room.

They ended up falling apart, and Ji Yingying had expected this outcome a long time ago.

What stands between them is a matter of principle.

Can't fix, can't heal.

Not long after, she heard the master bedroom door being pushed open again.

"Didn't you always ask me for evidence before?"

Huo Zheng handed out the document bag in his hand with complicated eyes.

"This is the evidence I've collected over the past four years."

Ji Yingying raised her head suddenly, she took the file bag and opened it quickly.

She wanted to see what the evidence that Huo Zheng had believed in for four years was!
There is a stack of papers in the file bag.

She flipped through it, and was completely stunned after seeing the information on it.

It was a transfer record.

Four years ago, two days before the car accident, Ji Yingying's account remitted 40 yuan to a strange account.

The second transfer record is that on the second day after the car accident, Ji Yingying's account remitted 60 yuan to the same strange account.

Ji Yingying's hands were shaking.

She continued to scroll down trembling.

The third piece of paper shows the SMS chat history.

Ji Yingying: [A total of 100 million, make it clean. 】

Unknown number: [What if you don't count what you say? 】

Ji Yingying: [I will give you a deposit of 40 yuan first, do you have other options?You can only believe me, one life for another, 100 million will not only cure your son's illness, but also make their mother and daughter live a good life for the rest of their lives. 】

Strange number: [Let me think again. 】

Ji Yingying was shocked, she looked at the familiar account number and mobile phone number on the evidence.

I was too shocked to say a word.

If these were just separate pieces of evidence, when Ji Yingying turned to the next page, what she saw was the result of the detective's investigation.

These are two completely different car accidents.

placed in the same folder.

【After our investigation, Ji Xuezhi tampered with the car.】

Ji Xuezhi?
It's her father's name!

Huo Zheng didn't expect her to read it so quickly, and even saw the results of the subsequent investigation.

"You don't have to look."

Ji Yingying did not return the documents in his hand to him.

"The date of this car accident is not the car accident where sister Ruoruo died, but the day you left."

There is a thick stack of papers, only the first three pages are about her, and the rest are about Ji Xuezhi.

There is enough evidence to convict.

"Who is investigating? Why would my father send someone to deal with you and Jiaojiao?"

Ji Yingying can no longer take care of her affairs.

She knew she never did those things.

She knew that Huo Zheng and Huo Jiao had been in a car accident on the day they left. If Xia Zhixi's father hadn't passed by, Huo Zheng and Huo Jiao would have died that day.

she knows, she knows
But why is this matter related to her father?
"Why do you lie to me with these things?"

With a shake of her hand, the pages were scattered all over the bed.

The evidence was no longer in her hands, but everything she saw just now flashed before her eyes.

Ji Yingying hugged her head, tears fell from her eyes.

"Are you lying to me?"

Huo Zheng looked directly at her, and said cruelly: "Your evidence has been interfered with by humans, and a lot of it has disappeared, and only these are left."

"About Ji Xuezhi... I can only say that he is not the first to do something, and we are not the first to stand in his way."

"You are lying to me!"

Ji Yingying's mind was in chaos.

How could Dad pay for murder?
Although he is sometimes too strict with her, he is a kind person, how could he kill someone!
She hugged the quilt tightly, bit her lower lip tightly, and let out a cry like a small animal whimpering when it was injured.

Seeing the bloodstains on Ji Yingying's lower lip due to excessive force, Huo Zheng directly pulled her hand and pressed her into his arms.

"Don't bite yourself."

Ji Yingying bit his solid arm as if venting, with so much strength, blood dripped out immediately.

Why did he tell her the truth!

What else in this world is true!

outside the window.

The twilight is all together, and the setting sun is like blood.