Hey! Host! I asked you to have a child, not to have a strategy.

boom!

Snapped!

With a loud bang, Hong Wenjun fell from the roof, and his body hit his son at the door. His son felt like he was hit on the head by a thousand-pound object. Before he could even let out a scream, his bones and ribs were broken and the dislocated bones pierced into his internal organs, causing blood to gush out.

After hitting him, Hong Wenjun fell to the ground, bounced high like a basketball, rolled, and fell again. The huge impact force caused his internal organs to shift, his blood vessels to burst, and his bones to shatter.

Hong Wenjun and his son had large amounts of blood seeping out from under them. The shattered live broadcast phone also fell into the blood and was gradually stained red.

Cars and horns honked on the road, and passers-by cried out, "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Someone jumped off the building!"

"Fight 120!"

The police and personnel from other departments arrived at the fastest speed, quickly cordoned off the scene, conducted investigations and collected evidence, and even the Ditian Building was included in the cordoned off area.

After all, Hong Wenjun's self-narration during the live broadcast was too horrifying. The description was so detailed that he almost described the color of his underwear that day.

However, there are still some doubts that cannot be explained. If Hong Wenjun is really such an ambitious, greedy and scheming person, then why did he reveal his past so easily in the live broadcast?

And 15 minutes was enough for Zhu Baishao to drive to the other side of the road.

The Porsche stopped by the roadside. Zhu Baishao looked out of the car window at the screaming scene of people jumping from the building. The charm on her face was gone, and her expression revealed a kind of indifference and calmness, giving people the feeling that everything in front of them had nothing to do with her, revealing a sense of detachment.

Zhu Baishao's eyelashes trembled. She was not a good person. Before she became paralyzed, the psychologist said that she had a histrionic personality and was a natural performer. She liked to be the center of attention and wanted to experience all the new things in the world, but her real emotions were very indifferent.

When she was paralyzed and dying, her parents came to visit her less and less. She didn't feel that much pain, but just felt a little sorry.

After binding to the system, she was actually very happy. She could go to different planes to see different scenery and complete tasks continuously. Isn’t that another kind of immortality?

Moreover, Zhu Baishao, who plays Emperor Beast, finds it very interesting to semi-immerse herself in the role of the original protagonist.

Unfortunately, in the first two planes, the original owner did not have enough time to give full play to her character. In this modern plane, as the heroine's sister, the original owner can only be regarded as a cannon fodder and a background board, not a villain. The only advantage may be that her character will not be destroyed even if she does something wrong, and she can give full play to her character freely.

Zhu Baishao took out a piece of paper and gently wiped the lipstick on her lips in front of the mirror. The red lip marks on the white lips had a charming and bright color.

"Hey! Can you please stop blocking the road if you don't want to leave?!"

The door of a Mercedes-Benz GLS450 at the rear opened and a young man got out. He had been watching the excitement, but he had something else to do, so he wanted to drive away. As a result, the Porsche in front didn't move.

Hey! We all have luxury cars, I'm not afraid of you.

Zhu Baishao, who was reapplying lipstick, turned her head and looked up when she heard the words.

Her eyebrows are slightly frowned, her eyes are sparkling, and there is a red cinnabar mole between her eyebrows. Her glance is captivating.

In addition, her lower lip was half painted with lipstick, the painted part was as red as blood, and the unpainted part was bright, smooth and plump.

"Am I blocking the road? Sorry."

As soon as she opened her mouth, her voice was soft and charming, like the whisper of a purple wind chime.

The Mercedes owner felt a tingling sensation spreading from his coccyx to his brain. He swallowed hard and quickly explained, "Ahaha, you didn't block the road. It was me. I'm not a good driver. I couldn't get through."

"It's okay, I'll make way for you."

As she spoke, Zhu Baishao finished applying the lipstick and pursed her lips to let the color spread. This bright color made the Mercedes owner stare in amazement.

After she drove away, the owner of the Mercedes Benz stomped his feet in regret, "Damn it! I forgot to ask for the contact information!"

Zhu Baishao was driving when a message from Meng Jiuan suddenly popped up on her phone.

Meng: I'm done. When will you be back? I'll drive to pick you up.

Does this mean you miss her?

Looking up, she saw a large luxury goods shopping mall in front of her. Zhu Baishao drove the car to the parking lot. Just as she was about to reply to Meng Jiuan, Aunt An called her.

"Auntie An?"

"Shao Shao!"

"Shao Shao, have you gone to see Hong Wenjun?! He's dead! Hahahaha, such a wicked person would actually jump off a building and commit suicide?! Hahahaha, wuwuwu..."

There was a hint of disbelief in Aunt An's voice. She started to cry while laughing.

Although it was considered revenge, Auntie An still felt it was a pity that the culprit who killed Sister Zhu was not killed by them personally...

"Aunt An, wouldn't it be better if someone like him died?" Zhu Baishao spoke with joy and slowly comforted her.

When Aunt An's sobbing gradually stopped, Zhu Baishao said, "I went to see him half an hour ago. I said a few words and then left. Who knew he would go crazy and jump off the building? I was driving across the street at the time and didn't have time to go over to see because the police had blocked off that area."

Zhu Baishao did not intend to tell Aunt An that she was the one who killed Hong Wenjun. After all, who would believe that there was such a thing as a lipstick that could tempt the witch!

Aunt An said in fear: "I'm afraid he took too much cocaine and his nerves are disturbed. Fortunately, Shaoshao, you left early..."

Otherwise, he might be accidentally injured by the mentally disturbed Hong Wenjun.

"It's okay, Aunt An, don't worry. If someone like him dies, then he dies. Who cares how he died..."

Zhu Baishao changed her shoes and got out of the car. Aunt An heard the sound of the car key locking the door, "Shaoshao, where are you now? I heard the sound of a car."

"I'm next to the mall, planning to buy some gifts for Jiu."

The clacking sound of high heels and the woman's gentle voice echoed in the empty underground garage, causing many people who were parking or driving to turn their heads and look over, and their attention was attracted by the light red figure.

"Okay, then you get busy first."

Aunt An's eyes lit up. She found that Shaoshao and the big boss of the Meng family seemed to be serious. Realizing their seriousness, she felt that Shaoshao might have met her true love. Wouldn't it be more comfortable to be the young lady of the Meng family than a nightclub mom?

If Zhu Baishao knew what she was thinking, she would definitely reply with a smile. Compared to the young lady, she felt that the nightclub mom was more exciting. With a wave of her hand, she would bring a large group of beauties of all kinds to the scene, which was pleasing to the eyes.

After hanging up the phone, he sent a message to Meng Jiuan, saying that he was on the way and asked him to wait.

Zhu Baishao gathered her slightly curly black hair with her hands. Hmm, the mall should also be considered on the way...

On the other side, Aunt An hung up the phone and returned to her car, only to then remember that she had forgotten to tell Shaoshao that Zhu Baizhi was missing.

Forget it, he hasn’t been missing for 24 hours and the police station hasn’t filed a case yet. Maybe he’s gone out to play somewhere again.