Chapter 115 Mo Yinhe gave Song Pianlan a fatal blow 1

  Why is Mo Yinhe so gentle to Si Mingjing?

  The Mo Yinhe that Song Pianlan sees has always been aloof, repelling people thousands of miles away, elusive and unattainable.

  His cold was so cold that it radiated from his bones.

  She had only seen Mo Yinhe with such a gentle side five years ago. It was that kind of man who was so cold to the bone by others and so tender to Miss Bai that Song Pianlan couldn't extricate herself like a demon.

  But she has worked hard for five years, but in Mo Yinhe's eyes, she can't even compare to the weeds on the roadside. Mo Yinhe never set her eyes on her.

   She thought, it doesn't matter, Mo Yinhe not only despises her, but also despises all the women in the world except Miss Bai. One day, as long as she can stand by his side, she will be content!

  She never dared to hope that Mo Yinhe could give her a piece of tenderness, but why can Si Mingjing enjoy it?

   Counting on the fingers, Si Mingjing has been here on earth for less than ten days!

  It's only been ten days, how did she do it? !

  Is it because Si Mingjing saved Ye Nianbai?

  Is it because Si Mingjing can treat Mo Yinhe now?

  She can too!

  She worked hard to study medicine, wasn't it for Mo Yinhe?

  Si Mingjing stepped up, walked up to Song Pianlan who was swallowed by jealousy, and looked at Song Pianlan narrowly.

"Auntie, didn't I say it? If you want to help, you can come to me. It's not better for me to intercede for you than to run away by yourself? Look at this thing, and now it's caught by the people of Mo Yinhe , how can I plead for you?"

  Song Pianlan roared sadly: "Si Mingjing, don't be too complacent! From now on, we will never stop dying!"

   "Don't set the flag, isn't this forcing me to kill you?"

  Normal people know how to hold back when they are at a disadvantage. This Song Pianlan dares to speak out. Is she out of her mind?

   But looking at Song Pianlan's eyes that hated her deeply, Si Mingjing regretted it. It seemed that it was impossible for her to get any useful words out of Song Pianlan's mouth.

  Si Mingjing turned his head and looked at the elegant man under the moonlight: "Mr. Mo, I want to know the cause of my mother's death from her. Do your subordinates have any torture methods that can help me pry her mouth open?"

  Mo Yinhe made a gesture, and Feng Jue understood it.

   Feng Jue nodded respectfully: "Miss Si, what do you want to ask?"

  Si Mingjing said: "I want to know how my mother became a murderer. She testified in court that she saw my mother murder with her own eyes. I want to know which eye she saw."

  Feng Jue nodded: "Miss Si, give me ten minutes."

   "Okay." She likes being able to do things like this.

  Mo Yinhe looked at the shops along the street, there was a 24-hour convenience store, he took her hand and took her away.

   "Accompany me to buy something, after buying something, her mouth should have been pried open, are you hungry?"

   "I'm a little hungry."

  At Song’s house, she just ate some symbolically. It’s okay if Mo Yinhe didn’t mention it, but she was really hungry when she mentioned it.

   But this man, can't he walk properly?

   Must hold her hand?

  She is not a three-year-old child, and she cannot cross the road by herself.

  Si Mingjing wanted to pull back his wrist quietly, but Mo Yinhe refused, and the domineering restraint did not give her a chance to pull back.

  He took her all the way to the convenience store before he let go of her slender hand with his broad palm. He said in a low and magnetic voice, "Look at what you like to eat, I invite you."

  He first took a cup of milk tea, put it in front of the cash register, and said to the salesman aunt who was watching TV: "Miss Boss, my wife is a bit cold, please help me make it."

  Si Mingjing's eyes twitched violently, what nonsense is this man talking about!

  The two walked into the supermarket, and after leaving the sight of the cashier's aunt, Si Mingjing whispered: "Who is your wife? Don't talk nonsense!"

  Mo Yinhe smiled lowly: "Of course it's you, Ding Jing, it's useless if you don't admit it, I know it."

  He reached out and rubbed her hair.

  Si Mingjing's silver teeth roared: "!!"

  Two slanted coral-shaped dragon horns protrude from the forehead suddenly, glowing with crystal luster, really cute.

  The pitch-black phoenix eyes also gradually turned into a bright golden color, as if a flame burst out from within...

  Three words popped out of Mo Yinhe's mind: Fried Hair Dragon.

  He laughed heartily: "Baby, why are you so cute, every time you get angry, you show me a dragon's horn?"

  Si Mingjing froze for a moment.

   Quickly reached out and pressed down the two dragon horns.

   "Don't press it, it's very cute."

  Mo Yinhe smiled meaningfully. He stretched out his hand and pinched the dragon horn on Si Mingjing's left forehead.

  It felt good, and he squeezed again.

  Suddenly, as if an electric current passed through his whole body, Si Mingjing's physical reaction became even cuter, with the roots of his ears turning red.

  Si Mingjing knocked down Mo Yinhe's hand.

   "Don't touch."

  Si Mingjing pressed back quickly again, not wanting to chat with him anymore, turned around and went to the shelf to concentrate on picking snacks,

  She picked a lot of favorite snacks.

  When Mo Yinhe went to pay the bill, the clerk’s aunt had already made the milk tea. Mo Yinhe handed the milk tea to Fried Hair Long, and walked out of the convenience store with a big bag of snacks.

  The night wind was blowing from the north, and Mo Yinhe's footsteps circled to her north. Her tall and straight body, like a towering mountain, blocked her from the cold wind.

  Si Mingjing noticed his calm and caring care, and felt warm in his heart. He couldn't help but think, if this man hadn't used her as a substitute, women would really be irresistible.

   No wonder Song Pianlan is so obsessed with him.

  Song Pianran has really good eyesight, but it's a pity that her charm doesn't match her eyesight.

  Si Mingjing couldn't help but wonder, what kind of woman is Xiaobai's mother to win Mo Yinhe's heart?

  When the two of them walked back to the intersection side by side, Feng Jue had already pried open Song Pianlan's mouth.

I don't know how Feng Jue tortured her. She couldn't see any changes in Song Pianlan's appearance, but her eyes were fragmented, as if she had encountered the most terrifying criminal law in the world, and all the arrogant arrogance was blown away by the wind. The only thing left was shivering limply in the cold wind.

   Feng Jue said: "Miss Si, Song Pianlan has already confessed, your mother did not kill the murderer, the real murderer was a woman who looked exactly like your mother."

  Si Mingjing squeezed the five fingers of the milk tea, and suddenly tensed: "Exactly the same?"

Feng Jue said: "The public only knows that Mr. Song is good at medicine, but they don't know that he is also a master in plastic surgery. Song Pianlan confessed that Mr. Song had plastic surgery on a person to look like your mother, which really killed people. Yes, it's that woman.

  That woman was also a victim. She was just a tool used to frame your mother. After being used by others, her body was destroyed. Now, she has turned into ashes and scattered in the river. "

At 0:01 in 2021, I wish everyone a happy new year, good luck in the new year, all the wishes of the new year can be realized, more and more beautiful, happier and richer every day, and I hope that in the coming year, You can accompany me all the way, accompany Si Mingjing to move on, love you

  

  

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