my husband is a killer

Chapter 352 Forgotten Memory 3
But Tingting's words sounded in my ears!
With all due respect, you and my brother are not worthy!
Think about it carefully, why he has never let you be exposed in front of the media, why he has never brought you to participate in the activities, and even the photos of this marriage proposal were published by the media. Misleading, you don't have any of this
Have you thought about it?
At the same time, she also remembered that feeling, the unspeakable, fearful feeling when she was framed by Lan Sitian, so familiar that she felt that there must have been a similar rehearsal in her previous life!

Staring blankly at the person in the mirror, it was the first time that he realized that the familiar face was not his own!
Around four o'clock, the weather was oppressive and hot, and the clouds were like piles of dirty, wet and heavy clothes, which were about to drip when twisted lightly.

Sitting in a taxi, Lan Banana watched the car gradually drive her away from the urban area, to a strange place that she only knew by one name, and suddenly felt that her behavior was really absurd!

I just received a call from Shao Tang, asking her where she was, talking about the sudden craving for her steamed sea bass, she smiled as usual, just came out of the Angel House, okay, go buy it now, and make it for you to eat in the evening , Get off work early!
She knew that she should buy something and go back to make steamed sea bass for Shao Tang, but the phone call from yesterday kept circling in her mind, and she got into a taxi by accident, and told the master the place that person said!
"Miss Lan doesn't need to come, but in that case, she can only live in the illusion for the rest of her life!"

She really couldn't refuse this sentence, although she was also hoping that everything was just someone's prank!
With such a complicated mood, the master finally said, it's time, she quickly took out the money, and asked the master to wait for her here and get out of the car!

The old villa, like a terminally ill old man, stood shyly in the shade of the trees. It was almost dusk, and the sky was already dark with billowing black clouds. She saw a car parked on the weedy lawn, and then turned her head After looking at the taxi driver waiting there, he mustered up the courage to open the door and walk in!

The lights were already on inside the door, the inside was old and messy, but it was once gorgeous. She saw a bearded man standing next to the piano, and just as he was about to speak, the man was already talking to himself:

"This is my villa. In the past, when my wife was still alive, I would spend a few days here every year to live here. She said that she liked the surrounding scenery very much. After she passed away, I never came here again. Later I I owe a lot of money to the bank, all assets have been frozen, and this house has also been seized!"

(End of this chapter)