My Lady Is Not A Demon

The two came to the house.

Xiao Xuan'er had gone to school, and only the old servant was cleaning the debris in the courtyard.

There are still some clothes hanging in the yard.

Among them is a satin bellyband with scallion blue and green edges, which is quite conspicuous in the morning glow, and it is Meng Yanqing's at first glance.

Chen Mu glanced at the beautiful woman beside her.

Well, the scale is not small.

One hand is definitely not in full control.

The latter frowned and did not realize that his own underwear was seen by other men.

Entering the living room, Meng Yanqing made a cup of hot tea and brought it to Chen Mu.

On weekdays, Chen Mu often visits Zhang Awei's house, and there is nothing to be taboo about being alone.

After all, everyone is acquaintance.

Chen Mu's length and Meng Yanqing's depth know each other very well.

"Has Chen Datou seen that girl?"

Meng Yanqing sat on the other side of the wooden table, still worried between her brows.

Chen Mu put the transcript on the table and shook his head: "I haven't seen it, but the girl in Ju Chunlou is not ugly. Of course, it's far worse than my aunt."

Meng Yanqing made a red jade and laughed at herself:

"I'm all old and yellow, how can I be comparable to those young girls."

Chen Mu sternly said: "Auntie's words are too modest. Who in Qingyu County doesn't know that auntie you are one of the best beauty?

How could those girls from Ju Chunlou be able to compare to you? It is Xue Caiqing, who is quite famous, who has to lose three points of her charm in front of her aunt.

Pretty as the peach of three springs and Qingsu as the chrysanthemum of nine autumns, this sentence couldn't be more appropriate for my aunt. "

Listening to Chen Mu's praise, Meng Yanqing's cheeks were flushed like fever.

The body felt hot for no reason.

The magnificent breast is pounding like a deer.

Glancing at him with anger, Meng Yanqing deliberately made a pretty face: "No wonder Chen Tautou married such a beautiful fairy daughter-in-law. This little mouth is like smearing honey. It is estimated that few girls can stand it. "

Have you smeared honey in my little mouth? Will you know if you taste it?

Chen Mu smiled and said, "I am always very sincere. I don't know any rhetoric or what to say. In my eyes, my aunt is Xi Shi."

"Xi Tzu? Who is Xi Tzu?" Meng Yanqing curiously opened her beautiful eyes.

Chen Mu said: "It is a beauty in our hometown, an absolute fairy level. There is also a saying in the local area, saying,'The beauty is in the eyes of a lover.'"

I see.

Meng Yanqing nodded.

But then, she tasted something wrong.

"Beauty is in the eyes of beholder……"

Meng Yanqing murmured softly.

Gradually, the woman's beautiful eyes widened, and the dense shame and anger were intertwined, seeming to gush out.

"Auntie, I have to deal with official duties, so please be busy yourself, ignore me."

Chen Mu opened the transcript and read it.

The frowning look makes people can't bear to disturb.

Meng Yanqing, who was about to scold the opponent Meng Lang for being rude, suddenly got stuck in her throat, and Xue Diqing was constantly changing.

After staring straight for a long time, he finally suffocated and chose to remain silent.

Maybe the other party was unintentional.

Meng Yanqing thought secretly.

Sitting on the chair for a while, Meng Yanqing picked up the embroidery on the table and began to work.

The atmosphere in the house was quiet.

Chen Mu, who was reading the transcript carefully, let out a sigh of relief, and glanced at the beautiful woman out of his eyes.

Seeing the other party squeezing the needle tightly and piercing the cloth fiercely one by one, as if venting some grievances, Chen Mu couldn't help his scalp tingling.

Ma Dan, even molested over the line.

Sure enough, when a man only needs to think about his lower body, he has no idea what to do.

Pay attention later.

Chen Mu reviewed himself, focused on the transcript in front of him, and began to read it carefully.

Time passed by every minute and every second.

The room was quiet, except for the occasional sound of Chen Mu turning the pages of paper, only the slight breathing of two people remained.

Meng Yanqing was a little tired from embroidering, moving her tired neck.

Looking sideways, the man opposite is working at the desk.

The expression is extremely serious.

Sometimes frowning, and sometimes turning the charcoal in his hand with fancy techniques, dazzling people in circles.

The light outside the door slowly rolled around, and a few scattered shadows were folded through the gap.

Against the backdrop of Chen Mu's figure a little hazy.

The man in a trance is like a freeze-frame painting.

Meng Yanqing stared intently, but forgot to continue the embroidery, until Bai Nen's fingers were accidentally pierced by the needle.

Busily put the jade finger between his lips.

On the smooth and jade-like cheeks, there was a little blush.

She lowered her head to embroider for a while, and couldn't help but look at it. Inexplicably, there was a strange feeling in the beautiful woman's heart.

It's as if they are a couple.

Men work in office, women do housework, this situation is inexplicably harmonious.

It's just a fantasy. Although Meng Yanqing complains about own marriage, she still retains the expectations of a young girl.

But reality is like a chain, always reminding her that she has lost her emotional freedom.

Just think about it.

"old."

Meng Yanqing stroked her cheek and laughed at herself.

...

Chen Mu finally finished reading all the transcripts.

It took more than an hour.

Throwing away the completely useless information, Chen Mu specially screened out some transcripts that were helpful to the case and recorded it.

"Sure enough, it's almost as expected, it's unpredictable."

Chen Mu muttered to himself.

I stretched my waist and got ready to get up and move around. As a result, the soreness in my waist just doubled when I got up.

Painful Chen Mu could only hold the table with one hand, and hit the lumbar spine with the other.

"Are you OK."

Meng Yanqing put down the embroidery and looked at him with concern.

Chen Mu waved his hand, and after a while, he straightened up and said with a wry smile: "It's okay, I'm sick."

"You are too weak." Meng Yanqing said.

Chen Mu: "..."

Why is there always someone saying that daddy is weak.

After finishing the useful transcripts, Chen Mu glanced around and frowned, "What's up with this Awei? Does it take so long to redeem him?"

"How about... let's go and see?"

Meng Yanqing was a little worried.

Chen Mu smiled and sat back in the chair: "It's not necessary, it's probably because there are many rules, there will be nothing wrong, wait a little longer."

"Um."

Meng Yanqing nodded slightly.

Seeing that the little book that Chen Mu carried with him was full of words, he couldn't help but ask curiously:

"Does Mu Xianger's case have a clue?"

Because her son was arresting quickly, she also knew something about Mu Xianger's case.

When she learned that Mu Xiang'er was killed because of her uncle, she was shocked for a long time.

At the same time, he admired Chen Mu's ability to handle cases to the extreme.

"I have a clue, the Mu Xianger's family really died of homicide." Chen Mu took a deep breath, a bitter lips appearing on the corners of his lips.

"Who is the murderer?"

Meng Yanqing asked.

Chen Mu did not answer, but stared at the charming face of the woman, and asked, "Who do you think is the most pathetic?"

Meng Yanqing was taken aback, thought for a while and said:

"Of course it is Mu Xiang'er, who should have a bright future, but because of her uncle, Xiang Xiaoyu was killed. Now her family has been killed, and there will be no one to worship her in the future."

"Yes, she is really pitiful, really... very, very pitiful."

Chen Mu sighed.

Meng Yanqing raised her eyebrows, feeling that there was something in the other party's words.

Chen Mu picked up the stack of notes and said lightly:

"Mu Dahe and his son are gangsters, and they go to the county town to sneak around or go to the gambling shop. But...

On the first day of June, these two people did not appear in the town.

No one has seen them in gambling shops, docks, poor streets, etc. Including the second and third days of June.

So it can be concluded from this point that the father and son did not die in the fire on the fourth day of June, but died on the first day of June!

Or, they had already lost their personal freedom.

I prefer the latter! "

Meng Yanqing's eyes widened: "He died on the first day of June? How about Mu Xiang'er's mother? Could it be that he died on the first day of June?"

"No, she may have died a day earlier."

Chen Mu said.

Meng Yanqing was a little confused.

Suddenly she remembered something and looked at each other directly: "No, if they die on the first day of June, what about Mu Xianger, she left home on the second day of June."

"Don't you understand?"

Chen Mu turned the charcoal pencil, with a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Understand what?"

Meng Yanqing looked blank.

Gradually, a sense of icy cold climbed up her back, and her face changed, gradually turning from ruddy to pale.

"what do you mean……"

"Yes!"

Chen Mu nodded, "Mu Xiang'er is the murderer of the Mu family father and son!"

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