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Female forensic can't kill her husband, chapter 3 1.
Xu Shirong grabbed his coat and wrapped it around him. He lifted the curtain and walked to the window in a few steps. Pushing open the pane, I suddenly saw the direction of the south house, which is just separated from my residence by a wall. The fire was soaring and crackled with the wind. Mars climbed over the fence and splashed to the ground from time to time, but for a moment, I even felt my face a little hot.
This row of south houses is connected with more than a dozen rooms. The guests who live here tonight are drunk as mud. If they stay overnight, such a fire will be lit at midnight!
Xu Shirong looked back at Yang Huan. It's hot outside, and people are buzzing, but the man is still lying there, his hands spread out, his feet spread apart, and he is still asleep. Afraid that this place would be lit, he quickly ran to the edge of the spring stool and called his name several times. Seeing that he didn't respond, he raised his hand and slapped him twice. Yang Huan opened his eyes, at a loss.
"My Lord, madam! It's on fire, it's on fire outside! "
Just then, there was a quick knock outside the door, and sparrows screamed there.
Xu Shirong went to open the door. It turned out to be a sparrow. He just looks worried. He said breathlessly, "Madam, Mrs. Liu is afraid that you are still sleeping. She asked me to ask you to leave ... "
"Where's the sixth wife?"
"Tell me. ...