Airborne giants: The president proposed 99 times

Detective An paused for a moment while holding the cup, and he knew that it must be a bad thing for the old man to call him over to attend Yan Hui.

"I don't agree." He refused without even thinking about it.

"Bastard, I discussed it with the political commissar long ago, and it's useless for you to object." An Zhi tied his hand and slammed the table, stood up, and glared at Detective An angrily.

Zhang Meimei, who was sitting next to An Zhitong, frowned, and tugged at the corner of An Zhitong's clothes, telling him not to be rude in public.

How could An Zhi tie listen: "Are you still thinking about that woman who has been dead for five years? She is just an ominous person, what right does she have to stay in our house?"

"Crack!" There was a clear sound at Yanhui, and Young Master An directly crushed the wine glass in his hand. Ling Jiajia has always been a wound in his heart. No matter how many years pass, he just can't forget her existence.Her laughter in his ears, and the face in his mind flashed before his eyes, and he always felt that Lingaga was not dead.

"Brother, don't get excited. I guess we are too anxious. Let the children decide about the children."

"Hehe, I'm afraid I don't have this chance." A crisp but familiar voice slowly floated in from outside the door.

"Who?"

"Who's Talking"

"Snapped"

Detective An's originally expressionless face suddenly showed a kind of ecstasy, and he stood up from the chair abruptly.

An Zhitiang and Zhang Meimei frowned and remained silent.

Qi Yue stepped back slightly, her face suddenly pale.

how come?She was obviously killed in a bomb five years ago, and there is absolutely no way to learn it, unless she is not human.

After hearing that voice, the audience almost held their breath and turned to look at the gate, as if they were waiting for that mysterious figure to enter the stage.

However, as time passed by, there was no sound outside the door, not even a ghost.

Some security guards in the hall took out their walkie-talkies and asked the security guards outside the door, and they did respond that they did not see any suspicious persons.

When Qi Shanyuan heard this, he frowned, and secretly told An Detective Young Master and An Zhi about this matter.

Detective An stretched out his hand to pull away the chair and ran outside.

His intuition told him that the voice just now definitely belonged to Ling Jiajia, because no one was more familiar with Ling Jiajia's voice than him.

As soon as Detective An stepped out, someone screamed in the hall.

"what!!!!!!!!"

Because there was a figure that dropped directly from the sky and landed behind Qi Yue, with a cold knife pressed against her neck.

Qi Yue's scream successfully attracted An Detective Young Master who was running towards the door. He took back his steps and turned around abruptly. However, an unprecedented disappointment appeared on that handsome face after seeing the other party's figure. .

"Bastard, who are you? Let go of my daughter." Qi Shanyuan wanted to step forward as he spoke.

"One step forward, her head will be separated from her neck." A cold and childish voice resounded throughout the hall, and a little boy about one meter behind Ling Jiajia slowly stood up.

Both of them wore the same mask on their faces, half of their faces were covered, and their faces could not be seen at all.

"what!"

But the crowd started screaming and running crazily. They felt that the woman in front of them was like a ghost emerging from hell, because they knew how many bodyguards were outside the door. In the middle, this means that the big and small in front of you are definitely not ordinary people.

"Political commissar, right? My mommy is very timid. If you scare her like this, my mommy's hands will tremble..."

Little baby, if you say it, you can almost kill your anger.

Sure enough, after hearing Lin Xiaobao's words, the political commissar no longer dared to speak loudly: "What do you want? I'll give it to you, as long as you let my daughter go."

"Except her, everyone else go away." Ling Jiajia pressed the knife in Qiyue's neck again, and blood slowly flowed down from her neck.

"Gajia?" Hearing this voice, An Zhenshao had a smile on his face for the second time, but that smile seemed alluring.He walked towards Lingaga step by step.