Live At The Murder Scene

98

After the phone was hung up, He Jueyun began to organize the computer on the desk. No one spoke, and the air gradually became quiet.

Seeing a gloomy atmosphere in the sky, he hurriedly drove off, threw up his clothes and said, "I also have a job, I'm leaving now."

He ran away wittily, and He Jueyun once again owned the two-person world, and the atmosphere suddenly became cheerful.

He Jueyun stopped what he was doing and asked, "What were you thinking about just now? His face turned black."

"I'm thinking about something very meaningless." Qiu Cang leaned his head on the back of the sofa, raised his head, and said in a low voice, "Tian Zhaohua was stared at, and Han Xiao and Mei Shiyong were just forcing him to leave. It’s just a way to go astray... Obviously he is such a smart person, but he may never guess how his tragedy was built. After all, he has no way to guard against everyone around him... I wanted to let a person go. It is really a very simple thing to enter the abyss of corruption."

He Jueyun was speechless for a while.

The sky slowly came to a conclusion: "It shows that socializing is a high-risk thing. There is no cute and charming villain at all, but it is possible to run into a perverted and obsessed spirit-thief."

He Jueyun was choked by her serious narrative, and almost choked with his own saliva. He said meaningfully: "Why? Don't want to make friends anymore? Do you want to be autistic?"

The firmament glanced at him and said, "You are two concepts. High-risk things are sometimes worth challenging. After all, humans are social animals."

He Jueyun touched his eyebrows and pretended to ask casually: "Then what kind of standard friend are you looking for?"

The expression on his face almost had to be written, and it was hard to ignore the sky without a conscience.

She didn't quite understand He Jueyun's feelings, after all, the two had lived together for so long, and He Jueyun was still struggling with friends.

However, friendship does require a little commercial flattery to maintain, so Qiu Xian used his own way to exalt him: "A little lower than your standard, I can also accept it."

He Jueyun was ready to ridicule herself, subconsciously she wanted to choke back, just halfway through her mouth, and suddenly tasted, what Qiu Cang said just now... seems to be complimenting him?

The high-risk standard is lower than our own.

Does it mean that he is more important than his friends?

He Jueyun closed his mouth, and his heart began to bubble with beauty. He decided to take advantage of this joyful aftertaste to deal with the mess he was complaining about first. When he turned on the computer to view the text, he once again reacted energetically.

Why should he be so happy? Who is he?

He is a noble, money-shining filter, hardworking and handsome, he has become a plug-in player of the krypton gold boss since his birth. When did his pursuit become to make friends with the firmament?

...He is sick?

He Jueyun was stunned.

…It is a very simple thing to let a person step into the abyss of corruption.

Qiu Cang looked at his uncertain expression, lowered his head and looked away.

Fickle man. Coax is not good.

He Jueyun impetuously wrote a short comment on his complaint, and then asked the supervisor over there to learn about the results of Han Xiao's negotiations with them.