Chapter 863 Marriage before love (2)

   "Really? Husband, I don't know why, but I'm always a little worried."

  Ni Xiuping was worrying while folding her clothes, "Why did you leave so suddenly? Don't we live well here?"

  Qiu Qizhong on the phone did not speak.

  Ni Xiuping thought that he was upset after hearing this, so she hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, I understand, let's go."

   "Husband, don't worry, everything has been arranged for Xiaowei and I, and we'll just wait for your order."

   "That's about the same." On the phone, Qiu Qizhong's voice hummed coldly.

   "By the way, how is Xiaowei's grades recently? Did he rank last in the class again?!"

   "No, no, husband, Xiaowei recently went to make up lessons, and his grades have improved a lot. This time, he passed all subjects in the midterm exam."

   "Passed? Just passed?! It took me so much money to pass?!"

  Ni Xiuping was so frightened by his suddenly amplified voice that she dared not speak, and even shook her hands.

  For some reason, she suddenly felt extremely flustered, and felt a chill behind her back.

   Looking back abruptly, he realized that it was Xiaowei who had just fallen asleep, was standing behind her in pajamas, rubbing his eyes.

   "Mom." He seemed to be awakened by her voice, and the voice was very low.

  Ni Xiuping hurriedly touched his little head, "Xiaowei is good, it's dad calling, do you want to talk to dad?"

  Xiaowei thought for a while and nodded.

  Ni Xiuping then handed over the phone.

   Xiaowei began to sit on a chair, talking softly to his father on the phone.

   Not knowing exactly what was said on the phone, Xiaowei seemed to have become more silent, lowering his head, humming twice from time to time.

   Time flies, and it is almost twelve o'clock.

  Xiaowei hung up the phone and returned the phone to Ni Xiuping.

   While busy packing and folding clothes, Ni Xiuping asked him, "Xiaowei, how are you talking with Dad?"

   Xiaowei shook his head, obviously depressed.

  He is stupid and always gets scolded by his father, which makes him extremely sad.

  Ni Xiuping probably realized this too, so she stopped talking and quickly carried him to bed.

  While singing a lullaby to him, while watching the torrential rain outside the window, for some reason, the worries in my heart began to become more and more serious.

   Now, the other side.

  Under the flickering light of the chandelier, Qiu Qizhong lowered his head and was hung on the lamp by the extremely sharp steel rope.

  The steel rope cut his throat and sank deep into his aorta, blood spurting out.

  The already cold blood had already soaked the ground, and even flowed into the corner of the TV cabinet beside it.

  He closed his eyes, his limbs showed no signs of struggle, only his feet were bare, floating in mid-air, the blood flowing from his neck flowed along his body to his feet little by little, and then dripped to the ground.

  The sound of wind, rain, and slapping on the windows outside was all very clear in the silent room at this time.

   The smell of blood in the air permeated, rich and depressing.

   And under the cold corpse, at this moment, a hand wearing a black glove threw a chair to the ground.

  And his mobile phone was quietly placed on the coffee table.

  Everything is extremely cold and silent.

   At the scene, there were no traces left, only the cold corpse shaking slightly.

  (end of this chapter)