A Pillow of Greedy Love: The Young Master's Little Wife

"Happy, I knew you weren't asleep!"

As soon as Bao Jinghan opened her mouth, she was silenced on the other end of the phone.

After waiting for a long time, when no one replied, Bao Jinghan knew that this English name had offended her again, so she quickly changed the address: "Mo, I have something to ask you for advice."

"Call happy again, and I'll make you happy!"

Mo Huan lightly dropped a sentence of threats, changed hands and continued to hold the phone, looked up at the computer screen in front of him, studied the photos of the scene above, and said casually, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

From the earpiece came the sound of clicking the mouse and typing on the keyboard.

Bao Jinghan knew that she was still busy, so she spoke without hesitation, not wanting to waste her time.

"Do you remember the case of Sheng Qing? I want to know, is it possible that Sheng Qing...is there any possibility that he is still alive?"

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On the other side, Mo Huan accidentally knocked over the coffee cup on the table.

She frowned and glanced at the stained dark brown stain on the mouse pad at hand. After exhaling, she took out a few paper towels and piled them on the small puddle of coffee stains to absorb the stains.

<thia，你为什么这么问！他的死活，你比任何人都清楚，不是吗？”

"Mo, don't ask so many questions, answer me first."

After a pause for a few seconds, Mo Huan's indifferent voice came again.

With a rare firmness: "He is dead, so dead, it is impossible to come back to life!"

For some reason, upon hearing this answer, Bao Jinghan's mood did not relax in the slightest, and he was even more suspenseful than before.

On the other end, there seemed to be a huge boulder tied to her heart, swaying and dragging, as if she would be dragged into the bottomless abyss by the heavy boulder, unable to float up again. .

"No... any possibility?"

When Bao Jinghan asked this, he even felt guilty.

The voice from the other end persisted: "There is no possibility."

"Thank you, I see."

Breathing out, Bao Jinghan thanked him and wanted to hang up the phone.

But at this moment, the voice from the other end stopped her——

"Oh, don't hang up."

Indifferent voice, methodical.

Even though the tone is a little hasty, but the voice is still clear and smooth.

<thia，我问你，你为什么这么问我？是见了鬼，还是见到了盛擎？”

"I... really want to see a ghost."

Bao Jinghan replied with a wry smile, but felt in his heart that there should be no difference between him and seeing a ghost now, right?

Mo Huan on the other side paused.

<thia，盛擎的案子，当初我有份参加。他的dna检验报告，就是最好的证明。我看过，没有任何疑问存在，每个步骤，都有专业人员签字，符合当局调查的规律，没有应该怀疑的地方。这一点，你要相信。另外，他的生与死，你也是最好的证人，是你亲眼见证了，他冰冷的身体，躺在血泊里。”

Bao Jinghan knew that Mo Huan didn't intend to scare her.

She just wanted to explain the truth of a matter, other than that, she had no other thoughts.

But she didn't know that her description made Bao Jinghan recall some bad and bloody scenes.

It was a nightmare that made her hair stand on end!