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Chapter 590: If You Love Me, You'll Hug Me (4)


Last time, he asked himself to learn how to lie.

How could he do it if he was so unwilling to make progress?

Jian Qing smoothed her hair, sat back on the bed, and stared at the photo of a woman's palm sent by Jing Mohao.

At first glance, you can tell that it was taken while Luo Xi was sleeping, to show off that he had a wife but he didn’t.

I have to torture myself even if I take a photo.

Luo Xi has been back for so long, and this guy just discovered the scars on Luo Xi's hands.

How could he, a wife-protecting maniac, act like this?

What the hell?

Didn't he have to think hard about how to lie and how to become a resentful detective?

Staring at the obvious scar marks left on the picture, Jian Qing felt worried again.

What reason does this give him to think that Luo Xi is not allowed to talk about Jing Mohao's poisonous wound, but the wound is obviously a knife wound, how to explain it?

It is said that Luoxi committed suicide again.

When he committed suicide by jumping off the building, he scratched his palm.

If he revealed such a big thing, Jing Mohao would definitely be charged with not reporting the knowledge.

Moreover, with Luo Xi’s skills, it’s unlikely that he only scratched his hand when he jumped from the building.

Even I don’t believe it when I say it, let alone Jing Mohao, who is so clever and calculating.

Is there any reason that can convince him and make him feel happy?

Jian Qing racked her brains and thought hard for a long time.

Suddenly, her brain moved and she edited the text message and sent it.

Jing Mohao stared at the scar on Luo Xi's hand and waited for a full twenty minutes.

Seeing that it was almost dawn, the screen of his mobile phone lit up and Jian Qing's text message finally came back.

Jing Mohaojun, who was waiting for the truth to come to light, opened the message with cold eyes.

As a result, he saw a message that was even more concise than the one he sent, "I'm not sure."

The man stood up immediately, walked out of the master bedroom and entered the study room, and directly called back with a stinky face.

Jian Qing was just about to lie down and sleep again, but was awakened by the ringing of the bell again.

My whole heart lifted again.

It was really over, Jing Mohao came directly to Xingshi to question him.

He's the worst at lying.

If only that lunatic was here, he's the worst at doing this kind of thing.

Come on If you can hide from the first day of the lunar month, you can't hide from the fifteenth day.

Let the storm come more violently.

Gritting his teeth, he pressed the answer button.

"Hey, Hao."

"Jian Qing, you want to die" "No, I really don't know."

Besides pretending to be stupid, does he have any other choice?

"You don't know who knows."

The man's voice was full of assurance.

"Of course the person involved knows best."

After Jian Qing finished speaking, he almost wanted to praise himself for his wit.

He was talking about the person involved and did not directly mention Luo Xi's name, which was simply too clever.

Otherwise, if Jing Mohao asked, "How do you know it was Luo Xi's hand?"

, he would have been shot on the spot.

Unexpectedly, the man did not accept the move and exposed it directly, "Jian Qing, wait until you have mastered your lying skills before you come to my place for actual combat."

"Why did I lie?"

Jian Qing's face turned pale, and her voice was full of incomprehension.

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Jing Mohao snorted coldly at first, and then reminded him, "As a doctor, when you see a hand like this, under normal circumstances, the first thing you would do is not ask whose hand it is or what happened to it, but Let me ask the person involved, saying that you are mentally retarded is unjust":