Break the ring for her!Paranoid Mr. Huo after marriage, he pinches his waist and pets him

Tang Suiwan came with the police car behind.

Jian Feng had thought about it a long time ago and called the police in advance, but the police car waited at the foot of the mountain for the time being.

Huo Shichuan and Tang Suiwan kept talking on the phone, and the police car blew its siren when he heard the "Call the police" blared out.

When she got out of the car, she happened to see Jian Feng kicking away Wen Nan'an's hand that was trying to cling to him indifferently.

Under Wen Yanshan's ugly face, several people in police uniforms held down Wen Nan'an, and put silver handcuffs on her neatly.

"Wen Nan'an, you are suspected of intentional homicide, and you are now arrested according to law."

Wen Nan'an staggered and was dragged up, his eyes still fixed on Jian Feng without blinking.

The original gentle voice was sharp and piercing, "Why don't you look at me? Brother..."

Seeing that Jian Feng didn't look at her, Wen Nan'an struggled crazily, and didn't even care that the skin on his wrist was bleeding from the handcuffs.

"You just need to sit quietly and draw pictures like we first met. I will deal with all the people who approach you. Why do you want to look at her? Brother, you killed her. You said you loved her so much. She, in fact, you killed her!"

Although unwilling to admit it, Wen Nan'an mentioned Yu Zhaozhao's influence on Jian Feng very clearly.

Her voice was so sharp that it hurt my ears.Seeing Jian Feng closing his eyes tightly and looking like he was on the verge of falling, Tang Suiwan quickly stepped forward, held Jian Feng's arm, and called him in a low voice, "Grandpa, don't listen to what she said."

Jian Feng broke into a wry smile, and patted Tang Suiwan's hand lightly.

He stared deeply at those somewhat similar peach blossom eyes, as if he wanted to see another person in his memory through them.

"I know."

Wen Nan'an also looked at Tang Suiwan, her eyes were so bright that even the two policemen beside her couldn't hold her down, "I knew that your eyes would cause trouble sooner or later."

Like a broken jar, Wen Nan'an giggled again, "That's your mother, right? Those eyes are so beautiful, just like Yu Zhaozhao's."

"When I look at that man, I like it all."

"It reminds me of Yu Zhaozhao right away."

Jian Wanning's escape was beyond her expectation, the Ye family ran too fast, Wen Nan'an didn't have too many people in his hands at that time, so he had to give up casually.

But the Ye family was specially selected by her. They are patriarchal and mean-spirited. I think that little brat will not have a good time.

It's just that I never expected that after seeing each other after so many years, the little boy not only has a pair of beautiful eyes, but also has a lover.

Wen Nan'an excused that he wanted to ask the doctor a question, and watched quietly at the door.

Watching Jian Wanning hold out the bento she made with her own hands, and then being held by the clear and decent man and kissed.

They have such a good relationship. Jian Wanning just made simple fried rice with eggs, and her husband was half distressed and half happy, hugging her in his arms and softly saying, "Just do it once in a while. Are you tired of bringing me meals? At home Auntie is invited, so don't tire you out."

Eyes full of love.

Just like Yu Zhaozhao and Jian Feng back then.

She was also standing at the door, looking at the young girl who was just in love inside, and using the excuse of learning to paint, she touched her palm lightly.

There is lush greenery outside the window, both of them were shy, their eyes collided, conveying their affection silently.

She clenched her hand tightly, and the dark thoughts in her heart grew wildly in her chest.

Obviously she was the first to know her. She was brought by the elders of the Wen family to Jian's house as a guest. While playing hide-and-seek with her partner, she strayed into a room full of paints and canvases.

While looking at it curiously, a clear male voice came from behind, "Which family are you from?"

Startled, she nearly tripped over something next to her.

It was the boy who helped her, his eyebrows and eyes were soft and gentle, and he spoke very politely, "This is my studio, be careful."

She was smart since she was a child, she was an early magistrate, and she was always generous.At that time, he was inexplicably embarrassed, and ran out sullenly.

But he stopped slowly, walked around to the window on the other side, and carefully looked inside.

I saw the boy sitting in front of the canvas, patiently adjusting the color of the paint, and then writing lightly.

She looked at it for too long, as if she knew what the moon was from that day on.

How can the moon shine on others alone?

He should be aloof, living in the clouds, and never sentimental.

So, she happily let the guy never have friends, never be alone, and she could always watch him paint quietly.

Until that year, she went out to compete for a month, and when she came back, she found that her moon had been contaminated by others.

Even the moon has quietly moved its heart, tilting down with unscrupulous tenderness and favoritism.

— Then it will be ruined.

……

Wen Nan'an confessed very frankly, clearly explaining how he used the news of Jian Feng's accident to coax Yu Zhaozhao to go out, and then contacted her to send her away far away.

After Jian Wanning was sold to the Ye family by her, Yu Zhaozhao was forced by her to write the letter to the Jian family.

But Jian Wanning, who was supposed to be sent back, couldn't be seen for a long time, and Yu Zhaozhao probably guessed something. When Wen Nan'an was busy dealing with the follow-up, she hit the wall and committed suicide.

"Originally? Originally, I thought, since I used that face to seduce my brother, I would scratch her face, break her hands and feet, and throw her on the side of the street." In the cold interrogation room, Wen Nan'an leaned on the back of the chair While sitting, his wrists were restrained by handcuffs, but he showed no signs of fear.

Hearing the police's questioning, he smiled very sweetly, "You know, even if you can't see your face, your body is still there, and you are worthy of her by throwing it on the street and letting others bully you~"

"It's a pity, she died too quickly."

"I don't know where I found a lighter, and lit a fire on the haystack in the warehouse."

"Perhaps it was picked up on the way to escape... I don't remember, she escaped too many times."

Yu Zhaozhao, she is just too smart.

Even if he committed suicide, he did not forget to ignite a big fire, which burned unscrupulously.

Vigorous and vigorous, just like her proud body.

I would rather completely destroy myself, and never give the person who strikes me a chance.

"You mean Ye Jianjia? ——Oh, it's Jian Wanning."

"I didn't intend to let her die. Who let me see her in that hospital and the trafficker I found."

"Don't you think it's funny? I have been in prison for decades, and I want to remind others kindly when I turn around."

"Then they all have to die."

When the videotape of police interrogation was passed to Jian Feng, he locked himself in the room.

In countless portraits of Yu Zhaozhao, he sits on the cold ground, almost masochistic, pulling the progress bar over and over again, listening to all the words from the beginning.

The eye sockets were so dry and red that they couldn't close them.

Until there was a light knock on the door, Jian Fengben didn't want to pay attention.

But he heard a soft and sweet voice outside, full of tension and worry, "Grandpa, come out and have a meal."

— By the way, he also has a granddaughter.

Wanning's child.

Jian Feng let go of his hand suddenly, allowing the tablet to fall to the ground crisply.

With his red eyes open, he slowly looked at all the paintings one by one.

Fingertips caress.

Like crying and laughing.

"Zhao Zhao..."

In fact, Jian Feng has already gone crazy.

From the moment he lost Yu Zhaozhao, he has gone crazy.

All the gentle and gentle skin is just a poor imitation of the bright girl in memory.

After you left, I desperately wanted to be you.

I knew it was such a stumbling block, so how could I not know each other?

——It turns out that from the beginning to the end, I brought you disaster.