Mu Qiu thought that he did it without anyone noticing, besides, it has been so long, how could Dad know the truth
Who told him
How did that person know
At this time, the agent suddenly called and said that there was a buyer who wanted to see the house.
The reason why I decided to sell the house is that it is a luxury to live alone in such a big house, and the second is that the house is too big and I need to hire a helper to clean it, which is not a big extra expense.
Of course, Mu Qiu is not short of money, these are not the fundamental reasons for her decision to sell the house. The real reason is that living in this house, Mu Qiu is always restless and suffers from insomnia all night long. Moreover, because she has a ghost in her heart, she still dare not go up to the second floor.
Amethyst Capital was built sixteen years ago, and it is regarded as an old villa complex in Wangdong City. Although it has been in use for a long time, due to the good location, the small area has a beautiful and quiet environment, and the design of the house itself is not outdated even now, and it has always been a good seller.
A few days ago, Mu Qiu asked an intermediary to sell the house, and today someone has taken a fancy to it.
After hanging up the phone, Mu Qiu hurriedly drove home and entertained the buyer himself.
The buyer was a businessman who had just returned from abroad. He fell in love with Mu Qiu's house, but he also heard what happened to the Mu family's owners during this period, and thought it was a haunted house.
Isn't that right? In just a few months, the host was sentenced to death, the hostess died suddenly of a cerebral hemorrhage, and the only daughter was also a heart patient.
No matter how you look at it, this house is a haunted house.
There is no single-family villa in Zijing Capital that sells for less than 40 million. In the past, the villa of the Mu family should have sold for 60 million. Mu Qiu also knew that his house was not easy to sell, and the price was not high, with a price tag of 50 million.
The buyer told Mu Qiu: "Miss Mu, your house is unlucky, the feng shui is not good, and it is still in a haunted house. But I have a strong fire, and I can live in a haunted house. Look at this price, can you get a few million more discounts? "
Mu Qiu's eyebrows twitched lightly, and he asked her to lose a few million. Who would give him face
Mu Qiuda can open the door to see people off, but
"Forty-five million can't be less, it's fine if you don't sell it." Mu Qiu just wanted to sell this house as soon as possible, as long as the house price doesn't lose money.
"make a deal!"
Mu Qiu also has a commercial housing in the urban area, and she plans to move to that house. Mu Qiu will also continue to hire Aunt Zhang to cook and clean for her. The salary is 10,000 yuan per month, which is lower than before, but the work will also be less.
Aunt Zhang was nostalgic and reluctant to part with Mu Qiu, so she agreed without any objection.
After going to the real estate bureau to transfer the ownership of the villa, Mu Qiu went home with Aunt Zhang to pack things. All the antiques at home that could be sold were entrusted by Mu Qiu to the auction house to sell, and the rest were photos of some family members.
Mu Qiu told Aunt Zhang: "Aunt Zhang, please help me put away my parents' wedding photos and art photos, and we will take them to our new home."
"good."
After running upstairs and downstairs a few times, Aunt Zhang has almost packed everything up, leaving only a——
"The painting hanging on the wall in the stairwell is the most satisfying artistic photo taken by Madam during her lifetime. It must be taken away. I'll go and move the steps. Miss, please support me below."
"good."
Aunt Zhang went to the tool room to find the step ladder, and moved it to the corner platform of the stairwell and put it away.
Mu Qiu stood at the bottom and held on to the step ladder, with his feet standing on the spot where Du Tingting was lying that day. Mu Qiu uncontrollably thought of the scene on the day when Du Tingting had a miscarriage, and always felt that her feet were stepping on her mother's blood.
Leaning on the step ladder, Mu Qiu's face suddenly turned pale.
Aunt Zhang was only interested in taking photos, but she didn't notice anything unusual about Mu Qiu. She wiped the front of the photo and was about to put it in a box, when she suddenly found a small thing, and hurriedly raised her hand to beckon Mu Qiu: "Miss, come and see what this is?"
Mu Qiu leaned over to take a look, and after recognizing what it was, his expression darkened. "It's a pinhole camera."
Aunt Zhang's expression also changed drastically.
Who is so wicked? Even secretly installed a camera in a private house!
Mu Qiu took off the camera and put it in his palm. Staring at the camera, Mu Qiu said to the person behind the surveillance: "Who are you? If you don't take the initiative to contact me, I will go to the police." After speaking, Mu Qiu threw the pinhole camera on the ground and stomped on it. rotten.
It is against the law to break into houses, install surveillance equipment, and monitor other people's homes.
After transporting the things to the new home with Aunt Zhang, Mu Qiu turned back to Mu's house. Sitting alone in the empty living room with only the sofa left, she always felt that the house was swishing, as if someone was blowing air-conditioning in her ear.
She has ghosts in her heart, so she always suspects that there are some other 'things' in this room besides her. Mu Qiu knew that he was scaring him, but he still panicked.
In the silence of the night, Mu Qiu suddenly heard a strange noise upstairs, the rattling sound, especially like Du Tingting walking on the aisle wearing slippers.
Mu Qiu's breathing was a little unsteady.
It's all fake, there are no ghosts in this world, don't scare yourself. Mu Qiu comforted himself like this.
Knock Knock—
The sudden knock on the door made Mu Qiu tremble with fright.
She suddenly turned her head to look at the door, realizing that the person she was waiting for had arrived, and Mu Qiu let out a long beard. "Come in, the door is unlocked." There was a little panic in her voice.
The door was pushed open, and the cold wind rushed into the room and got into Mu Qiu's neck. Mu Qiu shrank his shoulders, narrowed his eyes that were as agile as dust, and stared in the direction of the door.
It was Song Ci who came.
In the cold winter night, Song Ci wore a down jacket better than knee-high boots. The ginger yellow down jacket with large lapels looks thick and funny when worn on others, but it looks like a high-end style on Song Ci's body, full of charm.
She walked into Mu's house frankly and gracefully.
The sofa opposite Mu Qiu was empty, she pushed one of the cups of hot tea over, and just now she turned to Song Ci and said, "I guessed it was you. The hot tea is ready, sit down, sister."
Song Ci walked in and sat down on the sofa. She looked down at the glass of water, and suddenly asked, "Is there no poison in it?"
Mu Qiu was pouring tea for himself, when he heard this, his hands shook, and the tea dripped onto the table while wiping the rim of the cup. Putting down the teapot, Mu Qiu picked up his own cup and took a sip before saying, "Look, I drank it all."
Song Ci spread her hands and spoke angrily: "You have nothing to worry about, and you will die when you die. I have a husband who loves and takes care of my sister. It is not surprising that you will drag me on my back even if you die. After all, you are a jealous person." woman."
Mu Qiu: ""
Seeing that Mu Qiu was speechless by herself, Song Ci was satisfied, and then took out a small white thermos from her down jacket pocket.
She opened the lid of the cup, shook it, and said, "My Brother Han made me chrysanthemum tea, so I won't drink yours." After that, she raised her head and took a sip of chrysanthemum tea.
Mu Qiu laughed angrily at her coquettish operation, "You are so annoying, your mouth stinks."
Song Ci retorted, "It's better to have a bad mouth than a black heart."
"Sister, don't talk about it, let me ask you, when did you set up surveillance at my house?" This is what Mu Qiu cares most about. When he found the surveillance head during the day, Mu Qiu felt chills all over his body. As long as she thinks that her every move at home will be watched by others, she will hate it to death.
So far, Song Ci has nothing to say. "After I lived with Brother Han, I came back to pick up something once, so I took the opportunity to put it on."
Mu Qiu was taken aback, "You knew about my father's plan at that time? I thought"
"You thought it was after you wanted to kill me that night, and finally let me go because of a moment of softness, that I would look for a chance to spy on you?" Song Ci completed Mu Qiu's words.
Mu Qiu nodded in surprise, "You really know what happened that night."
Song Ci sneered. "Am I an idiot, can I not notice the small scar on my chest?" Song Ci recalled what happened that night, only feeling palpitations.
Mu Qiu took a sip from the water glass. She looked at the calm and elegant Song Ci through the steam of hot tea, and felt that she was quite scary. "You found out a long time ago that I wanted to kill you, and you can still pretend to be a sister to me in the days to come. Sister, you really surprised me."
"What is this?" Song Ci took out a USB flash drive and shook it in front of Mu Qiu. "The things inside will definitely surprise you even more."
Mu Qiu stared at the USB flash drive, guessing what was in the USB flash drive, she asked calmly, "What do you want to do?"
Song Ci: "I can kill you, you know that."
Mu Qiu: "Who do you think you are? Can you kill people at will?"
Song Ci shook the USB flash drive again, and said slowly, "I have video evidence of you murdering your mother and the child in her womb with your own hands. Once I release this evidence, everyone will see clearly the true face of the daughter of the Mu family. Especially your beloved Cheng Yanmo."
"At that time, the insane Miss Mu family will be found dead in a car accident, committed suicide by taking poison, drowned, or jumped off a building. In short, there are thousands of ways to die in this world. If you die in any one way, no one will be suspicious. "
"After all, in just two or three months, you have suffered the pain of your mother's death, your father's execution, and your own reputation being damaged. It's quite normal for such a little girl to want to seek death. gone."
"Do you think my analysis makes sense? Mu Qiu." When he said these words, the expression on Song Ci's face could be called evil and sinister.
Threat, this is a clear threat!
After listening to Song Ci's threatening remarks, Mu Qiu's calm eyes became more uneasy, and finally even the pupils began to tremble.
Song Ci smiled like a smiling tiger, and his eyes narrowed like crescent moons. For the first time, Mu Qiu realized that this woman was not so easy to mess with. "What do you want me to do?" Since Song Ci was willing to come to see her, she must have left a way out.
Song Ci put away the USB flash drive.
She looked around the house. She had lived in this house for eight years, and Song Ci had devoted all her affection to this house. Thinking of the dead Du Tingting and the dowry of 18.88 million in the account, Song Ci's heart, which should have been as hard as iron, still softened a corner.
"I won't force you to a desperate situation, but I won't let you be free and unrestrained either." After all, Mu Qiu was too comfortable, and Song Ci was upset. As soon as the subject changed, Song Ci suddenly said, "Mu Qiu, if you do as I say, I will destroy this video."
Mu Qiu looked at her suspiciously, "What do you want me to do?"
Song Ci said: "Tomorrow is the day when father will be executed by shooting. I want you to go to the execution ground and see him off personally!"
"What did you say!" Mu Qiu suddenly stood up. She stared at Song Ci in disbelief, never expecting Song Ci to make such a request. "It's impossible, I won't go!" Asking her to witness her father being shot, Mu Qiu firmly disagreed.
Song Ci glanced at her lightly, and said the same words: "I said, I want you to watch my father's execution tomorrow."
Mu Qiu subconsciously shook his head, "No, no! How could you let me witness my father's execution, Song Ci, you are too vicious!" Mu Qiu grabbed the cup of tea on the table and was about to pour it at Song Ci. Ci dodges, and quickly picks up the untouched glass of water in front of her, and splashes it on Mu Qiu's face.
The tea was warm and cool, splashed on the face, Mu Qiu was shocked. She wiped the tea off her face, and vaguely saw Song Ci walking towards her.
Mu Qiu's chin was pinched by Song Ci, she wiped her eyes again, and only then could she see Song Ci's face. Song Ci's expression was cold, and she looked at her with extreme disgust, as if she was looking at a bedbug. "I've wanted to do this for a long time. I don't know if this cup of tea has woken you up?"
Mu Qiu stared at her unwillingly, without saying a word.
Song Ci suddenly dragged Mu Qiu to the grooming mirror hanging on the wall of the entrance. Song Ci is tall, and she has great arm strength after regular exercise, and she is much more energetic than the sick Mu Qiuke. She easily dragged Mu Qiu to the mirror.
Song Ci asked Mu Qiu to stare in the mirror.
Mu Qiu raised his eyes to look in the mirror, and saw her in a state of embarrassment, and Song Ci, who was aloof and could not be profaned.
Song Ci stared at Mu Qiu in the mirror and said, "Mu Qiu, take a good look in the mirror and see how dark your heart is! Look at how beautiful and fair you are, but your heart is really The world is the darkest I have ever seen!"
"I really feel worthless for my mother. She still loves you until she dies, and wants to give you her heart. But you, you can even murder your own mother. How can there be such a thing as you in this world? !"
"Look at the mirror for me, and take a good look at how dark your heart is! Is it made of meat!"
Mu Qiu stared blankly at himself in the mirror, but found that his eyes were dodging, and he didn't dare to look directly at her inside.
Watching and watching, Mu Qiu suddenly burst into tears, and he didn't know whether he was scared by Song Ci or felt remorse when he thought of the foolish things he had done.
Song Ci let go of Mu Qiu, and Mu Qiu just sat down on the floor.
"Mu Qiu, if you don't go to the execution ground tomorrow, I will send this video to Cheng Yanmo, to the wechat group we jointly own, and to my weibo homepage, so that everyone can come and see this naive Mu family. The pure and kind eldest lady, how hypocritical and despicable and disgusting her true face is!"
Song Ci returned to the living room, picked up her white thermos, and left without looking back.
Looking at the beautiful girl in the mirror, Mu Qiu felt strange for the first time. Since when did she become a person who does not care about her purpose in order to survive? -
On the night before the execution, at about eleven o'clock, Mu Mian was taken out of the cell. He was guarded by two armed police officers, a judicial officer and a public security officer. They chatted and talked with him.
This is called the beauty before death.
Usually at this time, criminals can make some demands, as long as they are not too rude, they will be satisfied. But Mu Mian just sat quietly on the chair, neither crying nor making noise, nor sad, so calm that he didn't look like a criminal who was about to be shot.
Several people's servants who were in charge of guarding him looked at each other, and they all felt that this man was the quietest and most cooperative death row prisoner they had ever met since they started their duties.
After staying up until two o'clock in the night, the staff were a little sleepy, so they got up and asked Mu Mian: "If you have any last words to explain, you can tell us."
Mu Mian glanced at them and shook his head.
Last words
He doesn't have that kind of thing.
In this world, there is no one worthy of his last words. Although Mu Qiu is still alive, in Mu Mian's heart, his daughter with Du Tingting is already dead.
"So, is there anything you want to eat?"
Mu Mian wanted to shake his head, but just as he shook his head, he stopped suddenly. After thinking about it, he said, "I want to eat a bowl of beef noodles."
"Okay, we'll do it for you!"
Twenty minutes later, a bowl of fragrant beef noodles was brought to the table in front of Mu Mian, and they also thoughtfully brought a small bowl of chili sauce, "If you want chili, you can add it yourself, the cook is afraid that you won't eat it hot."
Mu Mian shook his head. "I don't like spicy food."
He stared at the bowl of noodles in silence for a while, then picked up the chopsticks, picked a mouthful of noodles and put them into his mouth. Chewing and chewing, Mu Mian's movements became slower and slower.
Seeing him like that, he seemed dissatisfied, and the staff was very patient, "Why, it doesn't suit your taste? How about another cook to cook it for you?"
Tears suddenly appeared in Mu Mian's eyes. He looked at the bowl of noodles, stared at the garlic fruit inside, and suddenly said softly: "My wife knows that I don't like garlic, and she never puts garlic in the beef noodles she makes for me."
Everyone in the room fell silent and did not answer the words.
Mu Mian still finished the bowl of noodles.
After eating the noodles, he remained silent and closed his eyes as if he was going to sleep.
It wasn't until dawn that he opened his eyes and stared at the dazzling morning light outside the house with some fear of light. This was the last time he saw the rising sun in his life. The rising sun was beautiful, but it was not as magnificent as the sunrise he and Du Tingting saw when they went to Huangshan for the first time.
At this time, the armed policemen opened the door and walked in, and began to tie Mu Mian in a five-handed way. They called this binding method "execution rope". After it was tied up, a sharp wooden sign was inserted on the back of Mu Mian's neck, with the words 'Shoot the Murderer Mu Mian' written on it, and a red cross was put on it.
After the forensic doctor came to verify Mu Mian's identity, Mu Mian was brought to a public trial meeting for a public trial. As soon as the public trial was over, Mu Mian was taken by the execution staff to a Jiefang brand truck and rushed to the selected execution ground.
All the way to Fengchi battery, the vigilance is strict. -
Mu Qiu, who also didn't rest all night, looked very tired, and his skin became a little duller, losing its luster. She leaned against the head of the bed, staring at the pale skyline outside the window, her heart was full of struggles.
After thinking for a long time, Mu Qiu finally got out of bed, opened the closet and picked out a black down jacket for himself to wear.
She decided to follow Song Ci's threat and go to the execution ground.
Song Ci knew very well that even though Mu Qiu and Cheng Yanmo had broken up, Cheng Yanmo was still Mu Qiu's favorite man, and Mu Qiu was most afraid of being known by Cheng Yanmo about the stinky things she did. Mu Qiu didn't want Cheng Yanmo to think that besides being the daughter of a murderer, Mu Qiu was also a cruel animal.
Song Ci really saw Mu Qiu through, pinched her biggest weakness, and forced her to submit.
When Mu Qiu went downstairs, he was stopped by Long Yu who had been waiting downstairs for a long time. "Miss Mu, Madam asked me to wait for you here and take you there."
Mu Qiu recognized Long Yu, this was Song Ci's driver.
Because he had a problem with Song Ci, he didn't even have a good look at Long Yu. Mu Qiu sneered, and laughed at Long Yu: "You are an obedient dog." After speaking, she got into the car.
The good dog 'Long Yu' drove the car out of the urban area and saw that there were few cars, so he started to play big drift. When the car stopped, Mu Qiu's face was already pale, she opened the door, got out and vomited.
Long Yu got out of the car, looked at the embarrassed Mu Qiu disdainfully, and said, "Even if I'm a dog, I'm a loyal dog that won't betray the master. But Miss Mu, you are a street mouse that everyone shouts and beats. "
Mu Qiu vomited until there was only sour juice left, so he stopped. She stood up slowly by herself and sneered at Long Yu, "What are you!" After speaking, she saw two people coming out of the execution ground.
She quickly shut her mouth and stared at the two men with uneasy eyes.
Long Yu said a few words to them, and then took out his ID card to show to the other party, and confirmed that Long Yu was the person who Mr. Han specially approved to watch the execution process, and then they brought Long Yu and Mu Qiu into the execution ground.
Standing in the desolate open space, Mu Qiu felt chills on the soles of his feet when he thought that many people had died here.
The time was approaching twelve noon, and Mu Qiu became more and more uneasy. About ten minutes later, Mu Qiu heard the sound of wheels rolling rapidly approaching from a distance.
She hurriedly turned her head to look in the direction of the sound of the car, and saw two cars driving towards the execution ground at an extremely fast speed, a Jiefang truck and a van.
Realizing that his father was sitting in that big truck and was going to be shot immediately, Mu Qiu's face paled inch by inch.
The car stopped at the entrance of the execution ground. The two escorts and the two shooters jumped out of the car. They rushed to the commander and said, "The shot murderer Mu Mian has been brought here, waiting for instructions!"
The commander raised his finger and casually pointed at the desolate land.
The escort immediately dragged Mu Mian out of the car. Seeing Mu Mian who was tied up with ropes, Mu Qiu covered his lips with his hand, and shouted hoarsely in his throat: "Dad"
Mu Mian seemed to have heard it, and he looked towards Mu Qiu. Never expecting to see Mu Qiu in the execution ground, Mu Mian's pupils shrank, but they were soon replaced by indifference.
Mu Mian was pressed to kneel on the ground by them, and the moment his knees really touched the ground, Mu Mian really felt the approach of death. At this moment, Mu Mian suddenly became a little scared and began to tremble.
Sensing the change in Mu Mian's mood, the escort hurriedly pressed his shoulders tightly, not allowing him to move much.
The commander asked, "Are you all ready?"
"complete!"
The commander waved a small flag, and the shooter pressed the spiked head of the rifle against Mu Mian's chest. Seeing that all the preparations were completed, the commander yelled to let it go, and the shooter pressed the trigger!
boom!
Mu Mian's eyes widened, his upper body fell to the ground, his head moved a few times, and he lost his breath. No one knows if he regretted the second the bullet broke his body.
From when Mu Mian arrived at the execution ground to when Mu Mian lost his breath, the whole process lasted less than three minutes!
So swift, so ruthless!
The sky net is extensive and sparse, and those who do all the bad things will be punished by heaven. This is the ending that belongs to Mu Mian.
This was also the first time that Mu Qiu witnessed a living person die quickly in front of her, and died so quickly and tragically, as if she had been severely injured, her body shook violently, and she was so frightened that she lost control of her urine.
Father is dead!
Indirectly killed by her!
Because she was selfish and wanted to live, she deliberately hinted at him to commit crimes and murders, which led to her father being arrested! Because the father was arrested, the mother died of an emotional cerebral hemorrhage for a while!
It was her, she ruined this family!
Mu Qiu refused to accept this fact,
Mu Qiu came back to her senses, she fell to the ground, stared at Mu Mian who was lying on the ground, and finally burst into tears.
That person is her father! It was the father who would put her on his shoulders to ride a horse when she was a child, and the father who would take her to the principal's office to seek justice for her after she was bullied by her classmates!
Mu Qiu tremblingly crawled towards Mu Mian, no one at the scene stopped her.
"Father!" Mu Qiu hugged Mu Mian's body and turned him over with force.
When he saw Mu Mian's distorted face and the blood on his chest, Mu Qiu was stunned for a moment. She quickly pressed Mu Mian's chest with her hand, trying to stop the blood. But the blood was like an out-of-control faucet, constantly pouring out, and soon wet Mu Qiu's hands.
The scene in front of me overlapped with the scene of Du Tingting's miscarriage and heavy bleeding, which scared Mu Qiu's soul to pieces.
"Dad, Dad! I'm sorry, I'm sorry Dad!" Mu Qiu lay his head on Mu Mian's shoulder, crying so hard that his heart was broken and he was in tears.
Long Yu watched this scene indifferently, picked up his phone, and sent Song Ci a message.
At noon that day, the sun was shining brightly, and it shone warmly on people. Song Ci didn't wear a coat, only wearing a long sweater skirt and leggings, sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and looking at the direction of the distant suburbs.
Song Fei who was sitting on the sofa at her house looked at the black clock on the wall again, and suddenly said, "It's twelve o'clock."
Song Ci's heartbeat suddenly stopped.
She stared at the sky in the suburbs, turned her head and said to Song Fei: "He is dead, Song Fei, we finally have revenge." But she didn't feel the pleasure of getting revenge.
Song Fei got up and walked to the French windows. She folded her arms and looked at the bustling city in front of her, which was bathed in the scorching sun. After a while, she hummed softly. "died."
Song Ci said: "Strange, I don't feel relieved."
Song Fei looked down at her and asked, "Are you sympathizing with him?"
Song Ci shook her head, "How can I sympathize with a murderer? I just think it's very emotional." At this time, Song Ci received a new text message on her cell phone, and she turned on the phone to take a look.
Song Fei asked her: "Whose?"
"Dragon Rain."
"What did you say?"
"Mu Mian has been executed by shooting, Mu Qiu has an emotional breakdown and is terrified."
Upon hearing Mu Qiu's name, Song Fei frowned in disgust. "Song Ci, you are still not cruel enough."
Song Ci did not refute Song Fei's evaluation of her.
Song Fei told Song Ci: "If I were you, I would make public what Mu Qiu did, and she would definitely die in my hands in the end." If you bully her, she will retaliate thousands of times.
"Yes, I am soft-hearted." Song Ci also hated such a soft-hearted self, she said: "I thought about killing Mu Qiu, but Song Fei, when I think of Du Tingting, my heart softens."
"Little idiot, kindness will be bullied."
Song Ci remained silent.
Song Fei sighed, and she rubbed Song Ci's hair, and only when Song Ci was sitting like this, would she touch Song Ci's hair.
Being short is flawed.
"Forget it, you continue to be stupid, I will protect you." Who made her a sister.
Song Ci was very moved, and decided to drink a bottle of beer after being moved.
Song Ci happily took out the beer. Song Fei's eyes were cold and cold. She snatched Song Ci's beer away and said solemnly: "You are trying to conceive recently. Drinking ice will reduce the pregnancy rate."
Song Ci's eyes widened, "How do you know I'm trying to get pregnant?"
Song Fei analyzed calmly: "I saw you these few days, and every time you have hickey marks on your body, it means that your married life is very frequent, and too frequent is usually making a villain."
"So." Song Fei stuffed the cold beer back into the refrigerator, leaning on the refrigerator and asked Song Ci, "Are you making villains?"
Song Ci silently blushed.
Seeing this, there was something Song Fei didn't understand.
Song Fei told Song Ci: "I have done some research, and the posture during pregnancy preparation is actually very important. I made a list of easy-to-conceive postures, and it has been sent to your email. You can check it later, remember to follow the above postures, Definitely easy to get pregnant."
Song Ci was shy and annoyed, "You are an unmarried, how can you study such stuff."
"To be honest, I also want to have a child." Song Fei felt that her sister was a failure, "I am a little behind you in terms of dating, marriage, and height. I must never lose to you in terms of having a child. .”
Song Fei not only has a high IQ, but she is also very competitive.
When Song Ci heard this reason, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Is this also a comparison?"
"Of course, I'm my sister."
After Song Fei left, Song Ci still thought it was a fantasy. -
After the news of Mu Mian's execution by shooting was announced, there was a lot of applause on the Internet.
After execution, Mu Mian's body was cremated and his ashes were taken away by his daughter Mu Qiu. Mu Qiu bought a cemetery and buried Mu Mian in a beautiful cemetery.
All of Mu Mian's former friends had severed ties with him, and no one came to mourn him at the funeral. The deserted funeral is chilling.
The funeral ended in the morning, but Mu Qiu returned home in a daze at night, with a layer of white snow on her shoulders.
Seeing that she finally came back, Aunt Zhang was finally relieved. Aunt Zhang was startled when she found Mu Qiu's hands were cold. She hurriedly brought the ginger tea over, and stuffed it directly into Mu Qiu's hand, "Miss, you are about to drink the ginger tea, don't catch a cold."
Mu Qiu picked up the bowl of ginger tea and drank it clean.
Aunt Zhang took the bowl back to the kitchen to wash, and said while washing, "Miss, who has attended the funeral of Mr.?"
"No one is going."
Aunt Zhang was in a daze for a while before she sighed, "Is there no one there?"
"No."
Aunt Zhang knew that she should say something to comfort Mu Qiu at this time, but this matter was indeed too chilling, and no amount of comfort was futile.
Auntie Zhang dried the water stains in the bowl and put them in the disinfection cupboard. She took off her apron and came to the living room, and said to Mu Qiu, "Miss, take a rest, you are tired these days too."
Mu Qiu shook his head. "Aunt Zhang, sit down, and I'll tell you something."
Aunt Zhang sat down suspiciously.
Mu Qiu suddenly opened the bag, took out a document from it, and handed it to Aunt Zhang. Aunt Zhang looked down and saw that it was a gift of house ownership, and she was the beneficiary.
Aunt Zhang was stunned. "Miss!" Her voice suddenly rose, "Miss, what are you doing?"
"I decided to leave." Mu Qiu looked at Aunt Zhang with a smile on her face, and she said, "I sold everything that should be sold, and this house is left. Aunt Zhang, I treat you as my family, thank you I have taken care of our family all these years. I have nothing else to give away, so this house is given to you. "
"Don't refuse. I know your daughter is married. It's inconvenient for you to live with your son-in-law and grandson. You can live in this house. After you die, the house will be sold, and the money from the sale will not be paid. will be donated to charitable foundations.”
Aunt Zhang was taken aback, she asked Mu Qiu in a trembling voice, "Miss, where are you going?"
Mu Qiu was about to cry too.
She said: "Aunt Zhang, I can't stay in this city any longer. I have to leave. If I don't leave, I will go crazy. Whenever I close my eyes, I can always see my mother lying in the stairwell covered in blood." I will also see how my father fell to the ground and struggled when he died."
Aunt Zhang was confused, "Miss, are you frightened by the death of the husband and the miscarriage of the wife?"
Mu Qiu shook his head, "No, no, I'm guilty! I'm guilty!"
Aunt Zhang felt uneasy, lowered her voice subconsciously, and asked Mu Qiu: "Miss, what nonsense are you talking about? What crime are you guilty of?"
Mu Qiu's butt slid off the sofa, she squatted and knelt on the ground, with her hands on Aunt Zhang's lap.
Mu Qiu looked at Aunt Zhang with tears in her eyes, she couldn't hold it anymore, she was going crazy, she decided to tell the most dirty thing in her heart. "Aunt Zhang, I was the one who killed my mother and the baby in her belly. I secretly put cream on the stairs that day, and my mother slipped and fell when she stepped on the cream."
"I am guilty"
Hearing this, Aunt Zhang was completely dumbfounded.
She almost suspected that she was hallucinating.
How could such a pure and innocent young lady do such a thing? "Miss, are you joking? That's your mother. How could you do that?" Aunt Zhang couldn't believe it was true.
Mu Qiu was still crying, crying and confessing: "It's true, it's all true, I harmed that child, it's my fault, it's all my fault."
"These days, I have been haunted by nightmares every night. I can always dream that my mother asks me why I killed that child. When I wake up, my father often scolds me for being inhuman."
"Aunt Zhang, am I crazy?"
Aunt Zhang listened in a daze, unable to digest the news for a while.
In her eyes, Miss Mu Qiu has always been a gentle, lovely, innocent and innocent girl. Aunt Zhang still remembers the first time she saw Miss after coming to Mu's house.
It was a summer, there was a thunderstorm, and a group of ants were biting the bread. Mu Qiu was worried that the ants would be trampled to death, so she bent down and slowly moved the piece of bread and the group of ants to the corner of the wall.
At that time, Aunt Zhang believed that Mu Qiu was a kind little girl. After all, Mu Qiu, who was only six years old at that time, knew that killing was not allowed. Compared with Mu Qiu, the later adopted daughter, Miss Song Ci, is a ruthless master.
It was also a summer, and a group of ants were hiding in the corner of Mu's house, struggling to move a few grains of rice. Song Ci saw it when she came home. Without saying a word, she ran into the kitchen and boiled a pot of boiling water. Then she took the boiling water to the corner of the wall and poured the boiling water on the ants with no expression on her face.
Because of that incident, Aunt Zhang always looked down on Song Ci, thinking that girl was cruel and merciless. So in life, she always prefers Mu Qiu.
Unexpectedly, Song Ci, who looks cruel and ruthless, is actually clean and upright. But Mu Qiu, who would protect the ants when they moved, was a cruel girl who could ruthlessly kill the children in the womb of her biological mother.
Man, why is it so contradictory
Aunt Zhang looked down at the tearful Mu Qiu, and she couldn't help being heartbroken.
Holding Mu Qiu's head, Aunt Zhang cried and asked her: "Miss, why are you so stupid? Even if you don't want to see that child again, you shouldn't be obsessed with doing such stupid things!"
It's not that she is obsessed with ghosts, it's that her nature is so cruel. Although he didn't want to admit it, Mu Qiu also saw the fact that she was indeed Mu Mian's own daughter, and she was as selfish and cruel as Mu Mian.
Why does everyone think that Mu Qiu will continue to blacken
Isn't the death of her father and mother enough to wake her confused mind? I don't write about people who are bad for the sake of being bad, so those babies who are looking forward to Mu Qiu's continued blackening will probably be disappointed, hehe.
(end of this chapter)