Devil's Body Temperature (MTL) [COMPLETED]

79. Massage

Pei Chuan froze in place and touched his face gently for a long time. She called him... what?

He looked outside. There was light rain outside the open window of the corridor. Beiyao had already got into the elevator and disappeared.

He lightly touched the place where she kissed, and the place also brought the sweet and soft aroma of milk that the girl had drunk. The silent discomfort in his heart disappeared, even if it could only be seen once a week, it didn't seem to make people lost.

Pei Chuan went out later than Bei Yao. His new car was in the garage. The direction of the scientific research institute was indeed opposite to that of Bei Yao's school.

As Jinyang thought, the price paid to marry Beiyao was not great.

At least when she didn't know, he would start to deal with Huo Xu in full from today.

A man staring at him to seize his beloved wife, he deepened his eyes and turned the car around.

Huo Xu is not stupid, at least now he should know that Beiyao is already married. Pei Chuan was at home with Bei Yao yesterday, and he had lost the opportunity, so now every minute is important.

In a street cafe in 2013, a middle-aged woman wearing stockings was drinking coffee.

It was raining outside, and Pei Chuan walked in. There was a little water droplets on his black trench coat.

The elegant middle-aged woman who drank her coffee turned back, her eyes cold: "Who are you? Send me such a picture."

When I thought of the photos I saw in the morning, the grace on Jiang Huaqiong's face finally disappeared, and it was a bit more imposing, as if Pei Chuan didn't say an answer that satisfied her, she could strangle him.

Pei Chuan looked at her calmly for a moment. Sure enough, Huo Nanshan was Jiang Huaqiong's dead point. A mother, once mentioned the dead son, becomes a lunatic.

Before he went out in the morning, he sent Jiang Huaqiong a picture taken by Huo Nanshan at the time of the death of the police, and now he can talk to her here.

Pei Chuan nodded and sat down in front of her: "Ms. Jiang, I didn't intend to offend. It's just that this is the fastest way to see you, Huo Dashao's death. I'm very sorry. I know you have traced his cause of death for a long time. So I am here to help you today."

Jiang Huaqiong protruded with blue muscles on his back and sneered: "Help me? How do you want to help me? Do you know who killed my son? Do you have any evidence?"

Jiang Huaqiong's tone was very irritable. Obviously, in her view, she was unable to bear to stimulate her with the death photo of her son.

Pei Chuan said lightly: "I don't know who it is. After all, the evidence has been destroyed. You haven't found any results after several years of investigation. I can't change something that no longer exists."

Jiang Huaqiong was furious and shot the table: "You don't know how to dare to send me such a picture."

Pei Chuan said: "You suspect Huo Xu for a long time, but there has been no evidence. You are not afraid of killing the wrong person, you are afraid of killing your son with impunity."

He ordered a cup of clear tea and pursed his lips: "My outsider should not interfere, but this matter threatens the safety of my wife. I have to stand up, Ms. Jiang, I think you must have some time ago I received news that Huo Xu is pursuing a college student."

Of course Jiang Huaqiong knew that she was not stupid and said in surprise: "You said that Pei Yao is your wife?"

Pei Chuan took out his marriage certificate from his briefcase: "Huo's family owns more than sixty percent of the property in your hands. Huo Xu is very guilty. He has a person he likes, called Shao Yue, but I'm afraid you will find it for six years. Former Shao Yue and he had appeared in City C at the same time. The two did not dare to appear in front of you at the same time, so he found my wife."