Female boss's personal expert

Chapter 1929 Meowing sound!
Han Xuan died.

The dead can't die anymore.

Of course Tang Peng could see it.

But when Xiaoyue uttered these words in a hoarse voice, he felt that his heart was stabbed several times by several nails.

It hurt so badly that he could barely breathe.

Everyone knows that Han Xuan knew Tang Peng at the beginning, and he was accepted by Tang Peng because he kidnapped Pan Dongdong for money when he was in Shencheng. Since World War I in the Middle East, he has been cited as his confidant.

It was said that Han Xuan was Tang Peng's confidant, but in fact Tang Peng never regarded him as a subordinate, but as a friend or a brother.

Facts have proved that Han Xuan did not disappoint Tang Peng: in the past years, he gave Tang Peng as much help as possible to fight against the crisis together——

In short, it can be said this way: Tang Peng has survived the most difficult days, and now he has finally settled down. With his own fixed capital, Han Xuan should have lived the happy life he had fantasized about since childhood.

But now, he is dead.

was killed in an extremely cruel manner.

Tang Peng vowed: He will use a way that is a hundred times more cruel than this to 'repay' those who killed Han Xuan.

That's all he did.

"I know. Xiaoyue, you, do you really want to cry?"

Tang Peng looked at Xiaoyue, with a flash of worry in his eyes.

He could tell from Xiaoyue's face that she hadn't cried until now—she and Han Xuan were lovers.

Their love affair is different from the love of those red men and dolls in the modern city, it is vigorous and in full swing.

The two of them are more like a tree, a vine. From the moment they fall in love with each other, they are closely connected, embracing each other silently, yearning for the sun together.

Low-key, but sincere.

Now, the tree fell, but the vine did not weep.

It's not that she doesn't want to cry, it's that she has forgotten because of her grief: after the sudden death of her sweetheart, she should use tears to vent her sorrow to the fullest.

Great joy and sorrow, great sorrow God.

Especially when people are extremely sad, but they don't cry, it will not only hurt the spirit, but also hurt the body.

Tang Peng understood this truth very well, so he hoped that Xiaoyue could cry hard and loudly, so that the thinking nerves that were about to be broken might be relieved, otherwise she would walk into the magic barrier, and the whole person would be considered a destroyed.

"Crying? Young Master, should I cry?"

Xiaoyue's dull pupils turned slightly.

"Yes, you should cry, cry if you want to cry."

Tang Peng raised his left hand, and gently embraced the corpses of Xiaoyue and Han Xuan into his arms.

When Xiaoyue lay on his heart and heard his powerful heartbeat, tears appeared from the sea surface like huge waves rising into the sky, flooding the whole world in an instant.

Satsuki cried.

She finally cried.

It's not the kind of hysterical crying, but it sounds like the cry of a kitten: a kitten that was born a few days ago in the severe winter, after the death of its mother, is alone under a dead tree in the wilderness, meowing, meowing shouted.

Tang Peng closed his eyes, hugged Xiaoyue tightly, and Han Xuan, without moving.

Pan Dongdong outside the door stood up, supported Lian Chunfang, and whispered a few words to Hercules.

Hercules nodded, expressing his understanding, and after wiping away the tears on his face, he waved violently at everyone.

Hasty and light footsteps sounded like Can'er eating in the corridor.

Soon, apart from Baici and the others, there were only Pan Dongdong and Lian Chunfang in the corridor.

Pan Dongdong looked at Baici.

She had never seen Baici before, but after watching that video, she knew who she was.

Although the current environment and atmosphere are not suitable for smiling, Pan Dongdong still gave Bai Ci and the others a bitter smile, and said in a low voice, "Madam Bai Ci, please follow me to sit there?"

Bai Ci didn't look at what happened in the room, but knew that it was not suitable to stand here now, so she nodded quickly and thanked in a low voice.

"Auntie, don't worry, Uncle Tang is fine."

Pan Dongdong put his arms around Lian Chunfang's shoulders again, and said something in a low voice.

She could understand what Lian Chunfang was feeling at this moment, and she knew that no matter what she said now, it was superfluous, and it was best to leave here and let Tang Peng handle it by herself.

Lian Chunfang sniffed, then raised her hand to cover her mouth, nodded but said nothing.

Without waiting for Pan Dongdong to say anything, Wang Dawei, who glanced in from the door, said in a heavy tone: "Mr. Pan, I'll wait in the hall below, and I'll come up later."

An extremely cruel murder occurred at the scene. As the top leader of the powerful department in the urban area, Wang Dawei naturally shouldered certain responsibilities and responsibilities, but he knew that this was not the time to stay.

Pan Dongdong didn't say much, but forced a smile and said, "Then I'll trouble Wang Ju."

Wang Dawei nodded, turned around with the executive deputy and walked away quickly.

From yesterday afternoon to now, Wang Dawei has been troubled - and it's a huge trouble, and he has been haunted: Tang Peng's wounding case has not been resolved quickly, and then the murder happened.

The four words of being overwhelmed can't describe his current situation.

"Xiao Xiao, you can go with Madam, I will stay."

Huo Tianqing whispered something to Xiao Xiao.

Pan Dongdong glanced at him.

She didn't know Huo Tianqing, but she could tell from his calm eyes that this was not an ordinary person, so she didn't say much, she lightly held Lian Chunfang's shoulders, and walked towards her room with Bai Ci and Xiao Xiao.

Silent crying is the saddest expression.

I don't know how long it took before Xiaoyue stopped crying, raised her head from Tang Peng's arms, looked at him and said in a hoarse voice, "I think, change his clothes."

Tang Peng nodded, picked up Han Xuan's body with both hands, and stood up from the ground.

Xiaoyue stood up, leaned on the wall with her left hand, took a slow breath, took Han Xuan's body over, and staggered towards the door like a wooden figure.

Tang Peng stood there, watching her walk out of the room, then turned his head to look at the line of words on the wall, reading each word, each word, looking so seriously, as if he wanted to find the words written in blood from the line. Han Xuan's previous life.

The handwriting written in blood is a bit sloppy, but even Tang Peng, who doesn't know calligraphy, can tell from this line of writing: the person who wrote this line of calligraphy has very strong calligraphy skills. Afterwards, he showed a good foundation.

In this line of fonts, several characters are written in traditional characters.

Compared with the simplified characters commonly used in China today, the traditional characters undoubtedly have their unique special charm.

Just like the country's "Guo" character, the simplified Chinese character has a "Yu" character in a four-square box, which represents wealth, or the wealth of the king.

But the country in traditional Chinese characters has a word or in the four square boxes: in ancient times, the word or represented the meaning of the city-state, and in the word or, there are both mouths representing the population and Ge representing weapons, which means People hold weapons to protect the country.

Therefore, in a sense, the meaning represented by traditional characters is more subtle and thought-provoking than simplified characters. At the same time, the font itself is also very ornamental, and it is the favorite of calligraphy lovers.

Of course Tang Peng didn't care whether the traditional or simplified characters, he just stared at the line.

After looking at it for a long time, Huo Tianqing's voice sounded from behind: "This person should not be from the mainland. Judging from the font, when he wrote this line, he did it rashly, without any intention of concealing it."

A murderer wrote an inscription as a souvenir after the murder, and he didn't care whether his handwriting was exposed. This proves that this person is not a fool, but a very confident person.

A fool can't kill Han Xuan.

Only people who are quite confident in some aspects will not mind whether Tang Peng (or the police) can deduce his whereabouts from this line.

"Yes, this person is very arrogant. Almost, he is from Baodao, or Hong Kong."

Tang Peng turned around, took out a cigarette and handed one to Huo Tianqing.

At present, the two places where traditional characters are most used are Baodao and Hong Kong.

It seems that this person may have come from these two places.

However, it cannot be ruled out that the murderer deliberately used traditional Chinese characters for the inscription, with the purpose of misleading Tang Peng (the police), but this is not important anymore.

The important thing is, no matter who this person is, after he killed Han Xuan in such a cruel way, he has already become a dead person who is still alive-even if he is the God of the West, even if Tang Peng is smashed to pieces, he will replace Han Xuan. Xuan asked for justice.

Han Xuan had killed people before, and it was normal for him to end up being killed.

But that person really shouldn't have used such an extremely cruel method to kill him.

Han Xuan's death was a spur to Tang Peng: from this moment on, he has made finding the murderer and killing him in a more cruel way one of the biggest goals of his life.

"Wait a minute, I'll come as soon as I go."

As Tang Peng spoke, he walked towards Tang Wenju.

Just as Lian Chunfang could tell that Tang Wenju was asleep, Tang Peng paused for a while when he entered the room, and felt relieved after hearing that Old Tang was breathing normally.

Old Tang fell asleep.

He may not have seen the scene of Han Xuan being brutally killed, or else no matter how deeply poisoned he was, it would be impossible for him to fall asleep with a seemingly sweet smile on his lips.

Han Xuan died tragically protecting Tang Wenju, but he was sleeping happily.

Tang Peng didn't blame his father.

Because he knew very well that Old Tang was also a victim.

Now, like Lian Chunfang, he regrets letting his parents come to Beijing.

Otherwise, how could their husband and wife encounter these accidents? Until now, Old Tang is still immersed in his own world. This is the most unfilial aspect of being a son of Tang Peng.

So he had no reason to blame his father, he could only pick him up in self-blame, and walked into the suite.

Huo Tianqing sat on the sofa, not caring about the smell of blood in the room, smoking silently, occasionally glancing at Song Hye Kyo from the corner of her eyes.

Song Hye Kyo, who was wearing white pajamas, was still sitting slumped at the bathroom door.

She no longer vomited, but her face was pale and frightened, and the trembling all over her body never stopped.

With a soft squeak, Tang Peng walked out of the suite, and after slowly closing the door, his eyes stayed on the line of blood on the wall for a moment, and then he walked in front of Song Hye Kyo, as if he had just come in, slowly squatted down.

Using the low tone when talking to Xiaoyue, Tang Peng asked softly: "Song Hye Kyo, what secret are you hiding?"

There was no threat in Tang Peng's tone.

But Song Hye Kyo had a strong feeling: if she continued to talk about him and perfunctory Tang Peng, he would growl like a lion and tear her to pieces!

This is Tang Peng's last chance to tell Song Hye Kyo the truth.

He would never ask a second time, never.

Song Hye Kyo's teeth were chattering again, not daring to hesitate a bit, she said tremblingly, "Exorcist, exorcist."

"what?"

Tang Peng didn't hear clearly.

"The exorcist."

Song Hye Kyo swallowed hard, not daring to ask Tang Peng a third time.

(End of this chapter)