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The sun shines brightly outside, but the interior is cool. Therefore, the girls in Yanyu Building like to lie in the house every day, except for going out to pick up guests at night, and the gate is unwilling to take a step.

In a blink of an eye, it's summer again.

In this time and space, Su Nianwei doesn't know how many spring, summer, autumn and winter she has experienced. She is thinking hard, when will she get what she wants?

At this time, her door was unexpectedly pushed open, and the visitor was a little girl in a blue shirt.

Su Nianwei looked up at her and first felt familiar. Later, when she took a closer look, she knew that she was the little girl waiting for the call.

"Forget... Wangchen...Girl, it's not good!"

Looking at the little girl's panting and red face, Su Nianwei frowned, and her water eyes condensed with a layer of fog; "What's wrong? Speak slowly!"

The little girl pointed to another room behind her and said tremblingly: "Call... Calling son........ Girl, she..."

"What happened again?" Looking at the girl's face full of fear and panic, Su Nianwei couldn't help guessing anxiously.

"She... Dead.........!"

"What? Dead..." Su Nianwei suddenly collapsed on the couch. What is the concept of dead words for her? She once fantasized about what she would look like after death, but now when she heard that Huan'er died, her mind was still blank.

"Forget Dust Girl... You... What's wrong?" Looking at Su Nianwei, who turned pale for a moment, the little girl looked much calmer.

Su Nianwei shook his head feebly and said, "How did you die?"

The little girl seemed to think of the scene before her death and said in horror: "Xiaozhu didn't see it with her own eyes, but Xiaozhu thought that the girl should have committed suicide, because she was fine last night. In the middle of the night, she suddenly woke up, and then cried and howled, as if she had seen the poor painting boy, which scared Xiaozhu. I didn't dare to close my eyes at night. It was not until this morning that Xiaozhu fell asleep in a daze. After waking up, I saw that the couch was full of blood, and there was a pair of bloody scissors next to it, Miss Nianchen... You said... What do you think we should do?"

"Xiaozhu, don't panic, don't be afraid!"

Looking at the girl shaking like fallen leaves in the wind, Su Nianwei sighed, held her in his arms, and comforted her, "It's okay, it's okay!"

"Miss Nianchen, am I too fierce to call the girl, so she..." Speaking of this, Xiaozhu's body trembled even more.

"Everything has already been doomed! Xiaozhu, you don't have to be sad. Maybe she should die from the moment her lover left. Look at her. Although she continues to live, it is more painful than death. Maybe it's good to leave like this!" After all, the person who is sorry for them is Su Nianwei. Therefore, I hope that if there is still a chance in the afterlife, she can compensate them.

"But... But...what should I do now?" Xiaozhu was still shocked and still looked scared.

Su Nianwei smiled lightly and couldn't help feeling a little lonely for a dead person. Yes, a girl who used to be so well-in-goed, said that she would go crazy and die. Such a life always makes her feel fickle. Maybe people are like this, just like today's road, and we may not be able to go tomorrow, so we should go as far as we can today and welcome tomorrow.

"Xiaozhu, don't be afraid, have you notified Jinhua's mother about this?"

"None... No... Yes, I'm afraid to tell my mother about this. My mother will definitely blame me for not taking good care of the girl!"

"It's none of your business. Don't be afraid." Su Nianwei patted her on the shoulder soothingly, and then turned around and said, "In this way, you can find someone to take care of the current situation of the girl, and I will immediately tell Jinhua's mother in case of the incident!"

"Well, girl, you go!"

...

When Su Nianwei quickly passed through various courtyards and finally came to Lanxinju, where Zhao Jinhua lived alone, he was about to knock on the door and enter, but suddenly heard a piecemeal crashing sound from the house. As long as you listen carefully, you will know that what comes from it is the sound of smashing the cup and the chair.

Su Nianwei secretly thought that Jinhua's mother's room was farther away than the boudoir where ordinary girls live. She has always liked quiet and uninhabited places, but according to this sound, she is not alone in her room this time.

Thinking of this, Su Nianwei did not knock on the door, but listened carefully behind the door.

"Chen Jingtian, let go of me..." Jinhua's mother's slightly angry voice came from inside.

As soon as Jinhua's mother's words fell, it was a thick man's voice; "Hanzhi, you won't let me touch you for so long, isn't this time an exception?" This sound is so familiar. It seems that you have heard it somewhere?

Hearing this, Su Nianwei was shocked.

Although this golden flower mother is a brothel mother, she has always been clean and treats the guests here with a little proportion. Even if you flirt with these people on the surface, you won't be too involved with these people. After all, she hates men, and even when she usually warns the girls here, she never forgets to criticize those male guests. But how can there be anyone in her room today? And listening to this man's accent, he seems to have a deep relationship with this golden mother. Moreover, is that cold branch called Zhao Jinhua? Otherwise, how could you call her in such an intimate tone? Or is it that the person in the house is not her?

"Chen Jingtian, don't forget your identity!"

"Hanzhi...Hanzhi...You know, for so many years, I have only had you in my heart..." At this time, the man's gasp was even heavier.

Hearing this, Su Nianwei unconsciously had a pimple all over his body. Even if you are stupid, you can hear what the people inside are doing.

"Chen Jingtian, take your hands off... ...."

"No... cold branch... cold branch... I want you... I want you..."

Across a wall, Su Nianwei seems to have guessed the two people.

At this moment, she is hesitant. Should she knock on the door to enter or not? Thinking for a moment, the movement inside was getting louder and louder, and Su Nianwei's heart was fluttered. On second thought, I just heard Jinhua's mother's tone and was very reluctant, that is to say, she should be forced to do so. If you knock on the door to remind you at this time, it's not a bad thing for Jinhua's mother, but just helped her?

Thinking of this, Su Nianwei raised the soft and gently buttoned the door and called, "Mom Jinhua... are you... inside?"

"Who..."

Although standing outside the door, Su Nianwei could feel the air in the room solidify in an instant.

"It's me... forget the dust!" Su Nianwei was not sure about the situation in the house and answered submissively. Now she really doesn't know whether she helped Zhao Jinhua or ruined her good deeds.

"What's the matter?" The answer was very concise, and suddenly there were some fragmentary sounds. Presumably both of them were sorting out their manners.

Su Nianwei cleared her throat and subconsciously buried her head and said coldly, "Caller... She committed suicide, and her mother needs to come out to deal with the future!"

“..........”

There was a silence in the room for a moment before making a clean and neat sound; "Go down, I know!"

I didn't ask about the cause and effect, and there was no procrastination. This is Zhao Jinhua's clean and refreshing work. Even if any girl in the building dies, maybe she was once a red card and can't disturb her thoughts. She is such a calm and rational person.