The Female Lead is a Black Lotus

"Dear Master, can I help you?"

Although the sub-bureau of the S City Management Office does not have the luxury of the headquarters, it is much more luxurious than the ordinary club.

Lin Chuliu, "Find Qiao Zheng, Teacher Qiao."

The receptionist inquired about the information, "Is this Miss Nanxue Qingnan?"

Nanxue nodded lightly.

"Master Qiao Zheng is waiting for you in Room 204 on the second floor. This is the key."

Several people's faces were calm and the surrounding atmosphere was depressed.

Lin Siyi was particularly worried about whether he would fight later.

"Snow is light!" Anxiously sounded with joy.

Yang Yinyin was a little excited. Xu was too late to see the other party, or was eager to prove himself.

A group of four people walked into the house. It was large like a presidential suite. Six people were not crowded in the living room.

Joe was kicking the middle-aged man sitting nervously on the sofa with his head down.

"Big ... Miss." Uncle Wen didn't dare to look up at each other.

Yang, "Father, Xue Qing is here, you just have to tell what you know."

Uncle Wen suddenly scolded him, "You are a wolf, I am your biological father, and the elbow turned out!"

Nan Xueqing, "Uncle Wen, you have been with my father for more than 20 years. I respect you and call you uncle. I can't care about your escape, but if you still have something to hide at this moment, don't blame me for not being scrupulous. The past sentiment. "

"Xue Qing, don't be excited." After all, the other party is his father, and Yang doesn't want to see the other party really die in front of him. "Father, you tell me the truth."

"Shut up, what do you know!" Uncle Wen stubbornly said, "I can't afford to offend before and after, why don't I swallow this secret in my belly."

"Bang!" Joe was annoyed and smashed the ashtray on the table. Uncle Wen's forehead was smashed and bleeding. "You won't kill me. Now I alone know who that person is."

Lin Chuliu said, "Do you know Lin Er?"

Uncle Wen laughed, "Lin Er? He was killed because of the muddy water."

Lin Chuliu's eyes revealed danger, "but he didn't say anything at the time."

"His eyes are destined that he won't live long. The more I see, the more I know, the more people don't want him to live."

Lin Siyi, "Why are you still alive?"

Uncle Wen was obviously nervous, "That ... that's because I hid it well!"

Lin Siyi, "Why did you catch what you hid?"

Speaking of which, Uncle Wen had nowhere to send, "It's not this little rabbit, I dare to give me a set!"

If it weren't for Joe to be as he estimated, he would go up and hit Yang in the dead.

Yang, "Father, you can't live without you today."

Uncle Wen, "Why? Do you still want to kill me? Lin Er is dead, even if I become a ghost, no one will trace it back to you."

Speaking of retrospective, Lin Siyi immediately lifted the small bench and sat in front of him, eyes fixed on him without moving.

Uncle Wen was uncomfortable looking at her.

"Uncle Wen, you don't remind me, I have forgotten, there are limits to tracing the memory of living people, but it's not too easy for ghosts."

"You ... what do you want to do?"

Qiao Zheng took a sip of tea, "These two children are a pair of children of Lin Er, oh, just the one in front of you, inheriting the retrospective eyes of the Lin family, if you are not willing to say, we can only kill you Conduct mandatory traceability. "

Uncle Wen was surprised, and then panicked, "You ... you can't do this! Miss, I have bowed down for the Nan family for more than 20 years, you can't do this to me!"

Nan Xue walked lightly to Lin Siyi, bent down, and saw his killing intention. "If you don't want to die, say everything you know, without a word."

After a long stalemate, Uncle Wen finally defeated.

The whole person was much older in an instant, "Okay, I said."

"Wait." Nanxue Qing, "I don't believe you."

Uncle Wen, "If you don't believe me, why let me say it!"

Lin Siyi smiled and said, "You just have to accept my retrospective of this part of your memory."

To trace the memory of a living person, the other party ’s consent is required, and the content you see is the part the other party is willing to show you.

Nan Xueqing, "All relevant memories in the three days before your father's death including you must be displayed without omission."

Uncle Wen gritted his teeth, "Okay."

The second time she traces the living memory, she still serves as the third perspective.

She saw the young Xiaoxue light, sitting in a fluffy white cloak at the low table, white and tender like a snow mass.

Soft fingers holding a brush to practice writing on rice paper.

Uncle Wen's brows were kind, "Miss Miss's characters are getting better and better."

Of course it looks good! This is her little wife.

Lin Siyi was a little sad, why she couldn't wear anyone inside, so she could hug her little snow lightly.

"Sister, sister, father promised me to go out and play!"

The girl with horns happily threw herself at Xiaoxue's writing desk.

Looking at the ink spilled on the table, Xiaoxue frowned lightly, put down the brush in his hand, and got up.

"Sister!" Xiao Rui followed behind her.

Xiaoxue stopped lightly and said to Uncle Wen, "She is dirty and takes her to change."

"sister!"

Xiaorui was stopped by Uncle Wen, looking at her sister's back and pouting unhappy.

Lin Siyi put his arms around his chest. Although Xiaorui was her friend, Xue Qing still could only love her in love.

For the next two days, she watched Xiao Xueqing's daily life with relish, and Uncle Wen has been around forever. Nothing unusual happened.

Until this day, a family of four went out to play, and only Wen Shu was accompanied by a domestic servant.

Green hills and green water, flowers willow green. The simple and pure children ran in the field. They were naive and naughty, rolled up their trousers and ran into the stream, bent over and covered with mud, groping around.

Xiao Rui had been entangled with her father for a long time before allowing her to play.

Her longing eyes fell on Xiaoxue Qing.

Nanfu coughed twice, "Xue Qing, you go too."

Xiaoxue lifted his head lightly, "No."

Nanmu squatted down and gently stroked her head, saying, "Xue Qingguai, we just want to take you everywhere, instead of staying in the house for another place, will you go with your sister?"

Looking at Xiaorui's expectation, she removed her head and met her mother's warm eyes. Her tiny arms hugged her mother's neck, and Nuo Nuo hung down.

Xiao Rui clapped her hands excitedly, trying to pull up Xiao Xueqing, but she was avoided by her, not caring, and ran out happily behind her.

Uncle Wen stood beside and poured a cup of tea for Nanfu.

He took a sip and shook his head. "Xue Qing's character is really afraid that he will lose money in the future."

Nan Mu walked behind him, squeezed his shoulders for him, "You don't have to worry about it."

Afterwards, she seemed to think of something: "Sue, her son is about the size of Xue Qing, and I heard that the longer he is, the more handsome he is, and Xue Qing will love it in the future."

"When you mention your marriage, I am even more worried. You are not unaware of the current situation of the Lin family, if so."

"What are you afraid of? The next owner of Kosl is you. Won't you help your good friend?"

Nan Mu's beautiful eyes blinked, and Nan Dad's heart was almost quickened. He took her hand, "I will protect you well no matter what happens in the future."

"Uncle Wen, don't stand here, go out and see, the scenery here is really good."

Uncle Wen groaned and turned to prepare to retreat.

At this moment, Nanmu suddenly screamed.

The blood spewed out like a spring, Nanmu watched her lover stretch out her hand and pinched her neck, the ice element permeated his fingertips, sharp as a knife, and his head was separated like a doll in a few seconds. Mannan's beautiful cheeks.

"Master!" Uncle Wen shouted, unable to believe the scene in front of him.

He looked at the Nanmu in front of her, her pupils were dull, her screaming mouth did not even close completely, and the blood on her face ran down to the ground.

"Madam!" Uncle Wen shouted, trying to wake up the other party.

He watched Nan Mu raise his hands to his neck, and immediately grabbed her. He was shocked by a force, and his internal organs were violently spitting out blood.

"Madam!" He yelled.

The other person's lips moved hard, and he read out the words of brisk walking.

Nanmu's head stiffly turned to the side and then fell.

Uncle Wen's eyes are full of fear.

Lin Si looked at their eyes, his pupils shrank sharply.

Uncle Wen, who fell on the ground, almost rolled to the gate and escaped.

I was afraid that the devil behind him would break him to pieces.

The memory is Uncle Wen's, and as the other party escaped, the picture she saw followed him.

Her heart hurt, and Xue Qing was so heartbroken when she saw such a scene.

After Uncle Wen left the village, Qiao Zheng and several people rushed in.

Lin Siyi opened his mouth in surprise when he saw someone next to him.

What's more, Uncle Wen, he fell to the ground directly.

Wu Cheng wanted to help him, but the other party was directly incapable of the six gods and no master.

Wu Cheng puzzled, "What's wrong with him?"

Qiao Zheng, "A man who is nagging, still go to Sange to discuss countermeasures first."

......

Lin Siyi followed Uncle Wen's memory and personally verified each other's daily uneasiness. He fled every moment, fearing that one day he would be killed.

Until a week later, he was safe and sound, and a heart hanging day and night was a little lower.

He quietly returned to Nan's house. At the moment, he still had some conscience, thinking that if Missy were okay, they would tell him everything he saw.

However, all this was completely crushed when he learned about Lin Er's death.

He began a real escape, as long as he went to this world, the man would not cover the sky with his hands.

Facts proved that he succeeded and he survived.

Until a while ago, I missed my child too much-Yang.

And was caught by the other party using this psychology.

Lin Siyi opened her eyes, her eyes fell on Wu Keer and Lin Chuliu, a little complicated.

Uncle Wen hugged his head. He was full of fear but more guilt. He recalled his old memories again. He knew he was sorry for the old lady, but please forgive his greed for fear of death.

Nan Xueqing asked, "Who is it."

Lin Siyi hesitated for a moment and said, "I saw it, it was a ghost."

Uncle Wen raised his head, "Isn't it the head of the Wu family?"

Wu Keer's pupils became larger.