The Spoilt Wife’s Happy Life with the Commander

After filming the door and walking up the steps, Ling Annan said a few words to the sales manager who just came out to work, and inadvertently turned back to see Mu Li's car still in place.

The window was closed and the inside could not be seen clearly. After the sales manager left, he took two steps toward the hall and suddenly stopped. He seemed to think of something, and quickly walked down the steps to the side of the driver's seat.

After passing through the windshield, he glanced at Mu Li as if he had pulled something from his forearm. Before shaking his eyes, he couldn't see clearly. Ling Annan glanced hard and pulled the handle only to find that the car was locked.

"Open the door." Ling Annan slammed the window, hoping to smash the glass.

Mu Li lowered the window and saw that it was him, one hand still stuck in his jacket pocket: "Don't say you miss me."

At this time, Ling Annan didn't care about joking with him.

"What's in your pocket?" Ling Annan's gaze narrowed and his brows froze. He didn't believe that he was wrong, even though there was another voice in his heart that he would rather be a mistake in his judgment.

Mu Li took out the lighter and played with it in the palm of his hand. After the fire broke, he said, "It's time for you to come and smoke."

"Impossible." Ling Annan crossed the window to grab his arm. "Show me the arm."

He was as fast as Mu Li. The man dodged Ling Annan's movements with a little dodge. Mu Li grabbed Ling Annan's wrist with his backhand and threw out the window: "What's wrong with you, it has changed."

Ling Annan was about to reach out again, and his five-finger fingertips stabbed the rising glass surface. He hit hard with his hands, and it must be painful.

He didn't even care, he burrowed into the gap with his other hand and held the moving edge up, seeing that it would be squeezed.

When the slender fingers were against the upper end, the glass suddenly stopped.

"Crazy." Mu Li moved in time, Ling Annan pulled out his hand after the window was lowered, and almost died. He didn't move again this time, and his glance seemed to want to find a pinhole on Mu Li's arm, but that The gadget was too small to be identifiable, it might have happened to be visible to him.

Ling Annan didn't hesitate, Mu Li glanced through it, lost a cigarette and slid off the lighter, and then gave himself a cigarette after retracting his hand. The thin lips spit out smoke, and swelled up and diffused in the narrow space, and the man's eyes became deeper and deeper to explore: "When you have something to say, you will be stricken at any time."

Ling Annan looked down at Yanxing. He didn't take a breath and looked up at Mu Li: "What you just put away will not be concealed."

This tone is ten thousand unsure.

What kind of person is Mu Li? He knows better than anyone, and gets dirty things?

It's impossible.

It was just that the situation described by the teenage playmate who borrowed money was too realistic. He remembered the moment when he saw it at the resort, from Mu Li's eyes to an unusual look. Coupled with the beating incident, as long as a little association, it is not difficult to pull these things together.

The more he doesn't want it, the more likely it will happen. He has always been more alert to the danger signals than others, and believes that if he replaced him, Mu Li would definitely be able to perceive the wrong.

"You're not my wife, do you have to be honest with you?" Mu Li laughed, and there was no smile at the corners of his mouth. The smoke inhaling from his lungs lit a flame that had just extinguished, and the oxygen in his chest was being a little bit Consume.

Ling Annan determined that he had concealed something, but he even knew that if he didn't want to say it, it would be useless to have a gun.

The two of them looked at each other, and at the bottom of the pond exploded in deeper suspicion in an instant. It was easy to cover up in front of the close ones. He had almost been seen through by Lin Qing several times before.

Mu Li retracted her gaze, and calmly spit out the smoke ring again.

"Are you injecting?" Ling Annan wasn't sure if he was running away, and said it plainly.

"Injection?" Mu Li's eyes narrowed, so that he couldn't see any impact. His mood was as deep and steady as the normal lake water. He turned his head and was confused by Shang Ling Annan. "What injection?"

"I heard that a medicine has been imported from overseas recently. The power is huge. Shouldn't you get involved with that thing?" He emphasized the word of medicine, understood the meaning, and his sharp eyes didn't give people a chance to breathe. , No matter how good it is, there will always be dew.

"You want to say, I brought it?" Mu Li joked halfway without a positive answer.

"Mao. Haven't you injected yet?"

"No."

"So what did you tie your arms just now?" Ling Anan pointed to his pocket.

"Tie your arm? You must have read it wrong." Mu Li saw him unbelieve, and threw the contents of his pocket into the co-pilot seat one by one. Ling Annan saw it clearly across the half of the carriage. There was no such thing as a syringe.

"Mr. Ling, can you let people go?" Mu Li pulled on his seat belt.

Ling Annan stared at him, "So cold, you sweat so much."

Mu Li extinguished the smoke and started the engine. "The heating in the car is on."

The tyre grip is extremely strong, and after a perfect arc in front of Ling Annan, it galloped away.

When he was a fool, couldn't tell whether the car was turned on or off?

Ling Annan shouted too late, and took a few steps. He pulled out his mobile phone and was interrupted: "I waited for you for a long time, why not go upstairs?"

Mo Xiaoxi held down his hand and was immediately shaken away. Ling Annan was irritable at this moment, no matter who he was, he didn't give a good look.

"roll."

He waved his long arm, pushed Mo Xiaoxi's shoulder, and turned to step up. The heavy heart still stayed in the scene just seen in front of the car, Ling Annan's face became more and more dark.

The needle tube was pulled from Mu Li's forearm, and he should have read it correctly.

It's best that he really thinks about it.

Mu Li found the needle in the car slot and threw it on the instrument panel. It wasn't easy to lie to him. Ling Annan was also suspicious. He squeezed his brow bones, his heart spread and he never felt tired.

auzw.com After Lin Qing and Lu Xiao said goodbye, they waited for the man's car at the intersection. The car's heating turned on, the door was closed, and a cold air was drawn.

Lin Qing took off her scarf and covered her hands, and soon it became warm. She saw the cigarette **** in the ashtray. "Smoke again."

A while back, he also whispered that he would stop smoking.

Mu Li glanced at the cigarette lighter next to the dashboard, his eyes did not blink: "Anan pumped."

Lin Qing nodded her head and turned off the heating, which makes sense.

On the way home, he picked up his son by the way. Orange Orange threw his small schoolbag in the back seat. He sat on Lin Qing's body and was restless.

"Huh?" The little man looked puzzled, and half of his body quickly slipped under the seat. Lin Qing got up with his two arms and saw that there was something more in the orange palm, plastic material, and orange orange spread his hands out. Under Lin Qing's eyes, "Mum, is this a **** horse?"

Lin Qing could see clearly that the thing was the cap of a syringe needle.

She wasn't sure, at least looking at the image.

"What do you think?" Lin Qing looked at Mu Li after finishing talking.

The man focused on driving. He glanced back and looked away. He wasn't suspicious and worried, and seemed to have planned it.

Orange Orange pinched something on his finger, and stared at it with a big look: "The teacher showed us the picture. This is the lid of the thing."

Orange Orange forgot how to talk about the syringe. According to the image in her mind, Lin Qing heard half of it, just as she thought.

How can there be this in Ke Muli's car?

"Mummy, have you given an injection?" Orange Orange fully carried forward the questioning spirit.

"You asked Daddy, how could this be in the car?"

Orange Orange turned his head, "Daddy, you secretly injected?"

Mu Li looked at the mother and the son and drove across an intersection. The speed of the car was stable, and his calm look generally did not show half a fluctuation: "Maybe someone else got on the car."

"Others?" Lin Qing frowned, asking for more.

The man held her hand, and then actively offered: "There was a doctor who had been in this car two days ago. I'm afraid it just fell off at that time and didn't notice it at that time."

"Doctor?" Lin Qing was distracted.

"The Chief of Internal Medicine of the Military Region Hospital, an acquaintance, met on the road and talked in the car."

It seemed like that made sense, Lin Qing suspected him and threw the plastic cover into the ashtray.

But is this kind of thing that doctors usually carry with them?

She hadn't thought about it yet, and Orange was so entangled that she opened her mind.

Mu Li cleaned up the ashtray when she got out of the car, and the syringe was thrown into the trash can on the road before picking up Lin Qing. He didn't find the lid at the time and knew he was still in the car.

Like a regular fried dan tied to his body, no one knows when it detonated, Mu Li patted the door, and when he looked up, he saw Lin Qing's hand holding Orange Orange waiting for him not far away.

He walked in three or two steps, Lin Qing stretched out his hand and held him back.

The excited nerves were comforted. After sleeping in the middle of the night, Lin Qing's nightmare awakened suddenly, and when she opened her eyes, she wiped away her dreams.

Turning over to face the man, Lin Qing narrowed his eyes and touched his black fingertips to his side.

Mu Li's eyes were closed tightly, breathing heavily, every time he hit his heart. Lin Qing felt abnormal at first, and opened his eyes in astonishment when he met him.

His fingers got into the quilt, and his body was as hot as a stove.

Regardless of her weakness and fatigue, Lin Qing got up and turned on the bedside lamp, and the bright yellow light burst into the eyes. She patted her face with both hands and tried to stay awake. In the eyes, half of Jun Jun's face without the pillow buried in his eyes was amazingly red.

"Mu Li?" Lin Qing reached out and shoved without reaction. She probed the man's breath, burning as if to burn.

"Mu Li, can you hear me? You wake up."

His body was hot and hot, I'm afraid he was unconscious, but he took her to take a bath before going to bed.

Lin Qing lifted the quilt and went to the medicine cabinet in a one-tall cabinet to find a few boxes of antipyretic medicines, which were either consumed or expired.

At two in the morning, the pharmacy downstairs must be closed.

Lin Qing hadn't seen him having a fever, and was so anxious that she covered the sweaty forehead of the man with a cold towel.

The temperature was measured, nearly forty degrees.

Afraid to wake her son, Lin Qing didn't leave the bedroom. She went back to the bed and picked up her mobile phone. She called out her address book and looked up.

Not long ago, Orange had a fever, and after Lu Xiao mentioned to Ling Annan, he gave Lin Qing a number, saying that it was the most reliable private doctor in city A, and it was the kind of phone call at two o'clock in the middle of the night. Called at random.

Lin Qing did not hesitate to call the phone.

Soon, there was a real answer over there, the sound of heavy sleepiness: "Hey?"

"Doctor Jiang, sorry for interrupting in the middle of the night." Lin Qing briefly explained the situation on the phone. While calling, he constantly changed towels for the man. A pool of cold water quickly became warm water. Her heart sank to the bottom. Are you here? "

"Address." There was a movement of clothes on the other end of the phone, and the contents of the cracked bedside table were overturned.