MTL - Transmigration: The Life Winner’s Ex-Girlfriend-Chapter 103 Detective

This is an unexpected answer, but it is reasonable. Ren Qiao asked himself if she changed her mind to have her relatives get cancer, she is willing to give up the opportunity to heal themselves and keep their loved ones.

"Do you think about it?" She took Gu Huai's hand and gave him strength. "I support your decision, but I have to wait for Ah Cheng to come back and ask him later. I know this sample." If you don’t come out, don’t know how much effort he has spent, and how long it will take to cultivate a new one.”

"Good." Gu Huai said, "Thank you."

The police took Zhou Yunqing away overnight, and the case of the trafficker was killed and the case was quickly investigated. Considering that Zhou Yunqing took the initiative to surrender, and he was not yet an adult when the case was committed, and in the case of defense, the killer was killed and the sentence was only four years.

Ren Qiao went to prison to visit Zhou Yunqing. She wore a large white shirt with a narrow-legged smoking trousers, a drop-shoulder design and a long-sleeved body. It was even longer, and the exposed ankles were straight and white.

Looking through the glass wall, I saw Zhou Yunqing wearing a prison uniform, and his body was thin, and he cut a neat plate head, which lined the eyebrows of the eyebrows. He picked up the speech tube and smiled at Ren Qiao: "You are here."

"The spirit looks good." Ren Qiao said, "I brought you the medicine prescribed by Dr. Hu, and a pair of shoes that Mei Lan gave you, a snack that my mother gave you. You can only visit once a month. This time, I will come and change Mei Long next time."

Zhou Yunqing’s head nodded: “The medicine makes people come in. If you are busy, you don’t have to come in person.”

Ren Qiao raised his eyebrows: "Don't want to see me?" She knocked on the glass, "To tell the truth."

Zhou Yunqing looked at her through the transparent glass. Her eyes were like flowing stars, and it was like a gorgeous fireworks. He only looked at it and then lowered his head. "I really want to think about it." He didn't dare to look at it. She was too good to make him self-defeating.

"Look at me and say, you are head down, how do I know if you think about me, or the ground?"

Zhou Yunqing looked at her for a moment without blinking. He had a pair of nice eyes, deep as if it were the sea, and quiet as a lake. When those eyes look at you quietly, the feelings in them are like whirlpools, sucking people in.

This next Joe blushes, her hand clenched to the speech tube, a smile, eyebrows and flowers: "Xiaoqing, your eyes are really beautiful. It tells me that you love me, but your mouth is more stupid than before. Already?"

"Well, my personality is very stuffy and I don't speak very much."

"I didn't think it before."

"Because every time I see you, I will make a draft, and I will practice the words in the mirror many times, and I am afraid that you are bored."

Imagine the scene, Ren Qiao was teased, and after the laughter, he felt distressed: "It is very tired, don't be embarrassed about yourself."

"I am afraid that you don't like me." Zhou Yunqing's voice is as low as a mosquito.

"I like you very much, and I like Xiaoqing most." Ren Qiao said in a word, he smiled and bent, and in her smile, he seemed to see the peach blossoms in the mountains.

The prison guard reminded: "Time is up."

Ren Qiao and Zhou Yunqing said goodbye: "I have prepared a surprise for you, clip it in the package, and watch it slowly. I will go first." She sent him a kiss through the glass wall. "What?"

Out of the prison, the spring is just outside, the sun is shining, the white clouds are floating high in the blue sky, and the old poplars in the yard are taking out the green shoots, which are full of vitality.

There is an elderly lady who is alone in the basket and walks around Ren Qiao. Her pace was heavy, and Joe helped her to take the lead and pick up the basket for her.

The old woman turned to Ren Qiao and shook her head and sighed: "I just sat in the prison next door. I am sitting next to you. Shantou, you are also miserable. At a young age, my husband will go in. Your heart is so good, really good people are not good at reporting. According to me, don't keep alive for him, find a young and handsome guy to marry again."

Xie Chengming, who was waiting in the car, suddenly appeared on the other side of the old woman, holding her arm and rushing to Qiao’s eyes. She quite agrees: "The old people said that they are all good words. Think about it. I?"

Sending the old woman to the bus, Ren Qiao turned to Xie Chengming's forehead is a violent: "I found that you are getting poorer."

Xie Chengming did not retreat, raised a handsome face, and rushed to Ren Qiao's tongue: "Come on, come here, be beaten by you, I will be willing. People say that peony is dead, and ghosts are also romantic." ""

"Don't make trouble." Ren Qiao stuffed him into the car. "What happened to Lingzhi?"

After the last time Xie Chengming came back, he checked Ling Feng’s body according to Gu Huai’s. Unfortunately, at the end of the liver cancer, even if Xie Chengming was trained in the Yuan Ying period, it is still not cured if he wants to cure it. The king of the king wants to die, who can keep people to five? The current cultivation of Lingzhi can only alleviate the pain of Lingfeng. If you want to cure the tumor, you need more excellent medicine to make it possible.

Xie Chengming bowed his seat belt. "Do you want to hear the truth, or do you want to hear the lie?"

Ren Qiao looked at him sideways: "What is the truth, what is the lie?"

"It is very tricky whether it is the truth or the lie. The lie is that you can accompany me to cultivate the spiritual plant, which can speed up the progress. The truth is that you only have to build a foundation, and you can't help much, but if you are present, It’s helpful for my morale, maybe more with less.”

" Morale, you are a big man." Ren Qiao screwed his ear and said, she thought for a while, then said: "I am with you, although I only have a base period, but the mosquito is small and meat, how much can help? How much?" Ling Feng's remaining days are not much, they must be fast.

Xie Chengming's Dongfu is in the mountains, the mountain flowers are blooming, surrounded by heavy lakes and beautiful scenery. The decoration inside the cave house is very simple, only a stone bed, a sweeping view.

Ren Qiao looked around: "What about your medicine field?"

Xie Chengming took a break and took off his robe, revealing his body. The muscles are not overly exaggerated, but there is a natural beauty, like the wild leopard running on the grassland, full of wild beauty, is the most perfect proportion. Because the power of merit is overflowing, he flows through the body with pale gold, like a crystal topaz.

"Why are you taking off your clothes?" Ren Qiao quickly blinked.