This is the death of Jun Ruiqing, but I don’t know when he was dug up. Ask him what it was like at that time as a joke.
Jun Ruiqing had an impulse to kill for the first time in his life. He wanted nothing and wanted to die with that person. At this time, someone stood in front of him faster than him.
"Have you had enough? Who is qualified to make fun of a hardworking person? Too much! "
On that day, that gentle but firm voice filled a vacancy in Jun Ruiqing’s heart like a touch of sunshine and never left.
Show one’s face
Jun Rui said these two words in his heart. How can he forget that this woman’s face is imprinted on his heart like a brand after so many years?
It’s so beautiful, noble, gentle and lovely, like a peach blossom, and every word spoken by your lips is forceful.
She is his goddess.
He frantically searched all her information, smiling and making every move; He tried to do his best, and he gritted his teeth no matter how hard it was.
I hope that one day she will have him in her eyes.
However, just when he was about to succeed, she suddenly died.
If it is life and death, then at most he will be sad, sad and miserable.
But he never thought that her goddess turned out to be a tragic death.
Mohism is indifferent to the world’s rumors that Mo Anyu compromised his heart and intestines;
He is deeply grieved and deeply grieved, and the Mohist school is in love with Mo Anyu.
Scene after scene, biting his heart like a devil, bitter hatred, hatred, aging and hatred, together with his internal organs and seven meridians, are contaminated with hatred
He sat at her tombstone and looked at her like a flower in a black and white photo. He couldn’t shed a tear.
He told her in his mind that Zhan Yan owed you and I would help you get them back one by one. Those who hurt you, I’ll help you fight back one by one.
Jun Ruiqing took a deep breath of smoke and tried to calm the surging mood and smiled. "God once said,’ Man, the biggest mistake in your life is to come to this world.’ Since she’s here, how can I let her take this trip in vain?"
Mo Jun looked at the night before and after, and Jun Ruiqing was secretly horrified.
When he first locked in this character, his mother and he may have known each other for a long time, but he never thought that his mother didn’t even know there was such a person until she died.
"You love her?"
"Love?"
Jun Rui chatted coldly. "Don’t you think the word love is too simple? No one in this world can deserve her and me, and so can Mo Anyu. "
"So you killed him?" Don’t talk for a long time, Mo Anyan suddenly came out with this sentence.
He spends every day in the archives department of the Public Security Bureau, ripping up the car accident before his brother’s death, looking for clues and getting more and more frightened.
Jun Rui chatted faintly and smiled. "Does a scum like him need me to kill him? A man who can’t even avenge his wife knows every day that he is paralyzed by alcoholism. He is already a dead man in my heart. "
"What do you mean?" Mo Jun’s eyes are full of anger at night.
Jun Rui chatted and shook his head and looked disdainful. "It doesn’t mean anything. I paid the mechanic to move a little bit on the brakes and then … bang … hahaha."
"Junrui talks about you bastard!" Mo Anyan was completely angry.
Yanyan, finally you are mine.
☆ Chapter 22 Truth (2)
Jun Ruiqing sneered, "Bastard? I don’t think since he misses his wife so much, I will become him. I don’t know if he has the face to see Zhan Yan when he arrives."
Mo Jun felt the chill in the soles of his feet at night, making his heart ache faintly. This man has been paranoid to a terrible degree.
Jun Ruiqing was unaware of it.
"To that Mei-ling Xu, she should thank Master Mo for hiding her on the island, otherwise her grave grass should be several meters high. This stupid woman really says that she can’t even beat Zhan Yan to kill her. It’s really dirty my hands."
"You’re a psychopath. Where did your mother offend you?" Mo Lian was horrified.
Jun Ruiqing’s words to him seemed unheard of, as if he were a buffoon who matched the garbage in his eyes.
"Master Yu Mo"
Mo Jun night and Mo Anyan body trembled at the same time.
"My grandfather died with you?"
Jun Ruiqing suddenly turned his eyes on Mo Jun at night. "Do you have any opinion if I say that he is the culprit of the whole thing?"
""Mo Jun night remained.
"If he had lost the so-called Mohist name and that bastard had given Zhan Yan justice, then the whole thing wouldn’t have happened. I let him live for so many years because of you."
Mo Jun’s good self-restraint at night was also surprised by Jun Ruiqing’s statement, and he knew the meaning of this statement very well.
When his parents died, he was young, and other Mohist people were eyeing him. With his grandfather protecting him, he was well off.
And he is the only blood left by mother in this world.
"It’s a pity that I let Mo Lian do the poison for the first time, but I missed the old lady of Chu family."
"So you later found the right opportunity to start work in the hotel and spilled dirty water on my head." Shen Han Qiang held back his surprise.
Jun Ruiqing gave him a hubris and smiled. "It can be said that you are unlucky and just hit the gun. You can go to Xishan to make a incense and let the Bodhisattva bless a fortune later."
Shen Han looked at him and made a joke. Surprise turned into panic. What kind of man is this? What kind of crazy personality does he have? What kills people from his mouth is as light as breathing.
Jun Ruiqing tilted his head and took a deep look at Mo Anyan. "You don’t have what you want in Zhan Yan. You live very comfortably and happily. You have to be glad that you don’t have too much ambition for the Mohist group, so Mohist will not be in this world."
Mo Anyan lived for more than 30 years and felt deep fear for the first time.
This person hates Mohism, but if he is sorry, his sister-in-law will retaliate against Mo Jun, who is in charge of Mohism at night. He is really glad if he takes over Mohism.
"Well, I feel relaxed after the story is finished."
Jun Ruiqing picked up the teacup and drank it in one breath, elegant as a noble gentleman rather than a murderer.
After drinking, he smiled at Mo Jun at night. "In fact, as soon as that painting came out, I felt something was wrong, but so what?"
So what?
What does that mean?
Mo Jun night zheng thin lips moved but didn’t speak.