Rose of Heaven

201-202

Lin Jingmo didn't expect him to appear here. She fell into his arms, and the familiar and warm strength made her feel vulnerable all of a sudden. Her eyes reflected the flickering lights above her head and she looked straight at him.
He quickly scanned Lin Jingmo to see if she was injured.
A man behind him closed the door and walked to the table. He glanced at the two people hugging each other and thought to himself that I was really smart, but when he saw the man lying on the table clearly, he was shocked.
Damn, how could it be Yuan Minghe? !
Isn't it going to be a river of blood?
The man, Zhou Weiran, Zhou Yanzheng's cousin, confirmed again and again that Yuan Minghe was really dead. His expression became more and more ugly. He turned back and whispered in his ear: "Brother, it's Yuan Minghe, he's dead."
Zhou Yanzheng obviously didn't expect it. He frowned and was silent for a moment. He glanced at Yuan Minghe's body, hugged Lin Jingmo in his arms, and said softly: "Turn off the surveillance, call Uncle Cheng to come, and tell him that I will take over the family affairs now."
Zhou Weiran's face was stern. Of course, he knew that the family affairs Zhou Yanzheng was talking about were not about firewood, rice, oil and salt, so he hurried to call Uncle Cheng.
Lin Jingmo recognized Zhou Weiran. He was the man who flirted with her at the door of her house and was pulled away by Zhou Yanzheng. Looking at his clothes, he felt a little familiar. Suddenly, he remembered that the person he ran into in the bar wore similar pants to him. It was not difficult to guess that he probably ran into her here and told Zhou Yanzheng.
Her hands and feet were still weak at this time. Although she didn't quite understand what Zhou Yanzheng meant, she vaguely felt that he wanted to intervene in this matter. She reacted and immediately pulled his hand and pushed him towards the door.
"Go quickly, this matter has nothing to do with you, don't bother."
"Miaomiao, you can't handle it." Zhou Yanzheng held her arm with his backhand, motionless.
The light and shadow were distant, and his eyes were deep and heavy. Lin Jingmo was stunned. It turned out that Zhou Yanzheng also had such a time when he could not be refused.
Lin Jingmo felt strange for a moment, and her cheeks were wet and hot. I don't know when she had shed tears.
She shook her head: "It's nothing that can't be handled. I didn't kill the person. He accidentally died when he hit the knife in Nan Nan's hand during the murder. In this case, I shouldn't even have to stay in jail for a day. At most, my reputation will be worse..."
Ye Nan Nan listened to her blankly beside her. After pulling out of the extreme fright and loss of soul, she was not completely ignorant of the law. She gradually gained some confidence. In addition, her father's words said that they would be fine.
After the call, Zhou Weiran heard her take it for granted and smiled bitterly: "Ordinary people would think this way, but Miss, he is not an ordinary person. His father is Yuan Jianbang! A hunting order will be issued and you will flee to the ends of the earth..."
"Weiran!"
Zhou Yanzheng interrupted him coldly. Zhou Weiran had a natural awe of this elder brother. He was about to become the boss of the family, so he immediately fell silent.
Although he only said half of the words, Lin Jingmo understood that this man was not ordinary. Even if they were not punished by law, they would be lynched by his father.
In this case, she couldn't let Zhou Yanzheng get involved.
He was a university teacher and was about to go abroad to continue his studies. She had already hurt him deeply once, so how could she drag him into such a quagmire again?
"Zhou Yanzheng, if you don't want me to hate you, leave now, leave immediately." She wanted to make her voice sound colder, but when she said it, she found that it was so powerless. She choked every three or two words, almost like begging.
She seldom called him by his name, but always called him Teacher Zhou more often. Zhou Yanzheng looked at her, and gently wiped away the tears on her cheeks with his fingertips, "Miaomiao."
His fingers were dry, and while wiping away her tears, he brought her a pain that almost swallowed her.
Lin Jingmo's eyes felt a little sore, and she finally couldn't help crying out loud: "I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
A lot of sorrys.
Through her tearful eyes, she saw Zhou Yanzheng's slightly changed eyes, and heard him say: "Miaomiao, believe me."
Perhaps she was too powerless now, or perhaps his expression was too firm, Lin Jingmo chose to believe Zhou Yanzheng.
He was very unreliable, he was just a university teacher.
But soon, Zhou Yanzheng took her and Ye Nannan to the next room, and when Lin Jingmo calmed down a little, he said: "Tell me all the details of your arrival at the bar ten minutes before entering the bar tonight, don't miss anything."
Lin Jingmo searched through everything in her memory, but she didn't hear clearly what Yuan Minghe said on the phone when she entered the room, she only knew it was in Cantonese.
She glanced at the panicked Ye Nannan, and told Zhou Yanzheng the identity of Ye Zhongxu, and blurred the reason why Ye Nannan called her over.
Ye Zhongxu's identity was a good thing for Ye Nannan, but not necessarily for Lin Jingmo. Ye Nannan had Ye Zhongxu as her backer, and Yuan Jianbang could not touch her, so he would only vent all his anger and hatred on Lin Jingmo.
"I'll arrange for someone to send you out from the back door later. Go back and dispose of this set of clothes. You haven't been here today, understand?" After listening to her, Zhou Yanzheng stood up and left with Lin Jingmo, turned around and said to Ye Nannan: "Tell your father what happened tonight honestly. If there is anything, let him find Zhou Yanzheng."
This man named Zhou Yanzheng does not look aggressive, but like the calm and vast sea, he has a momentum that cannot be underestimated. Ye Nannan listened to his instructions, followed behind him and nodded woodenly, his eyes swept over the clasped hands of Zhou Yanzheng and Lin Jingmo. The two of them were inseparable just now, and it was obvious that their relationship was also extraordinary. For a moment, Ye Nannan couldn't tell what she felt in her heart.
Lin Jingmo always had concerns about Zhou Yanzheng cleaning up this mess for her, but after going out, several men in the corridor who were obviously gang members started calling him Zheng Shao. She almost couldn't react. After a few seconds, she turned her head and looked at him in shock.
Zhou Yanzheng calmly pulled her to the back door. Lin Jingmo didn't know whether she should ask the doubts in her heart, because Zhou Yanzheng clearly glanced at her and reflected her expression in his eyes, but he didn't seem to intend to explain at all.
Until getting in the car, Lin Jingmo still hesitated to speak. Zhou Weiran ran over and whispered something in his ear. He patted Lin Jingmo's cheek and said to the driver: "Send her away."
The car carrying the two girls who had no one to rely on quickly merged into the night.
Ye Nannan looked at Lin Jingmo frequently. She closed her eyes and leaned back on the backrest as if she was very tired.
"Sister Momo..."
Lin Jingmo still didn't open her eyes. Her throat was extremely dry. She swallowed her saliva and said softly, "Don't call me sister. I can't be your sister. Ye Nannan, if I am the only one who is here tonight, I will not have any complaints against you. I will definitely pay you back what I owe you, but you have implicated innocent people and I can't pay it back. Nannan, you are actually not young anymore. You should think clearly about what you can and cannot do and what price you have to pay for doing it. I used to think that if you didn't know, we could be friends forever and I would treat you like a sister, but now it's not possible. Let's not meet again in the future."
Ye Nannan just listened to her voice and understood that Lin Jingmo was serious with her.
It was not until this moment that she realized that she didn't want to be strangers with Lin Jingmo from then on.
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Zhou Yanzheng returned to the bar, and Uncle Cheng had already arrived.
He listened to Zhou Weiran's brief explanation, then took Zhou Yanzheng's arm and walked to a place with fewer people.
"Yanzheng, we need to discuss this matter."
Zhou Yanzheng said gently, "Does my father need to discuss it with you when he makes a decision?"
Uncle Cheng paused. His voice was too gentle, as if he was just asking for opinions, but his expression made people unsure. The man in front of him was not really as kind as he seemed. Uncle Cheng couldn't help but change his way of speaking: "Yuan Jianbang's power is not small. Yuan Minghe is his only son. He died in our territory without explanation. I know your ability, but this doesn't make sense anywhere. How can the brothers below explain it? Yanzheng, we can't bear it."
Zhou Yanzheng smiled at him: "How do you know you can't bear it if you haven't done it, Uncle Cheng, don't be so nervous."
He patted Uncle Cheng on the shoulder, returned to Yuan Minghe's box, and then took the knife that Zhou Weiran had prepared earlier, and chopped off one of Yuan Minghe's hands.
Human bones are not so easy to split, so Zhou Yanzheng chopped it twice before it was cut off.
Zhou Weiran had only heard of his cousin's deeds before, but what he remembered most was his gentle and calm appearance. Although he was afraid of him in his bones, he had never seen what he looked like with a knife in his hand.
Now, Zhou Yanzheng had no expression on his face, and he chopped off a hand without even moving his eyebrows. This scene was inexplicably much more terrifying than other bloody three-knife and six-hole scenes he had seen. His hair stood up in his heart, and his respect and fear for Zhou Yanzheng deepened.
Zhou Yanzheng picked up the severed hand and handed it to Zhou Weiran: "Take it and break it up to feed the dog."
Zhou Weiran agreed.
He ordered a trusted younger brother to do this, and Zhou Weiran continued to stay in the room to help him. Zhou Yanzheng stabbed Yuan Minghe a few more times with the knife in his hand. Zhou Weiran couldn't figure out what he was doing. Was he torturing the corpse? It didn't seem necessary, but I was curious and asked, "Brother, why did you stab him a few more times?"
After Zhou Yanzheng stabbed him for the last time, he stood up and said, "To create some chaos."
Zhou Weiran realized that he wanted to make this place look like a gang vendetta. 
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