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Qiao Nanchu also saw it: "It's not right."

Just now, Jiang Zhi was smoking in the parking lot.

This was the second time Qiao Nanchu saw him smoking. The first time was when he was young. A few of their brothers were playing around, and one of them took a few puffs. People like them are in a mixed circle, and most of them smoke. With two exceptions, Xue Bingxue does not smoke. He is a "five good young man" and Jiang Zhi does not smoke either. No smoking, not only do not smoke, but also milk.

Later, I was with Zhou Xufang. He had Zhou Xufang and he didn't feel the milk anymore.

Now, he still smokes.

Qiao Nanchu felt that this was not a good development: "Aren't you not smoking?"

Jiang Zhi didn't answer.

"When did you get addicted to cigarettes?"

He still didn't answer, saying: "I will transfer all the shares of JC to you."

Qiao Nanchu couldn't understand him anymore: "What are you doing? Separation?" Is it clear? They didn't account for posting.

The window of the car was open, Jiang Zhi's hand holding the cigarette reached out the window, and the ashes was blown off by the wind: "You will take care of the company's affairs in the future, I will not interfere."

Watching him smoke, Qiao Nanchu became a little addicted. He found a smoking cessation candy from the car, peeled it and threw it in his mouth: "You want to take over the Lu family?"

Jiang Zhi shook his head, bit his cigarette holder and took a sip. After a while, he exhaled the smoke. Through the smoke, his eyes were a little hazy: "The Lu family has Lu Xinglan and Lu Sheng."

This smoking posture is really skilled.

Does Zhou Xufang care about it?

"Then what do you mean, do you want to go it alone?"

"No." Jiang Zhi was smoking a cigarette, his tone was not salty or light, "I will stay with Zhou Xufang at home in the future. Anyway, I have made enough money. There is no need to waste time elsewhere."

This is a bit horrible, carefully savored.

In his state, ignoring Zhou Xufang's words, it was a bit like before, he was not interested in anything, playing the world. Qiao Nanchu asked: "Don't make movies anymore?"

He hummed: "I'm not interested anymore."

"Then what are you interested in?"

"It's all boring."

Listen to this, does it look like a patient who has lived enough to commit suicide?

Fortunately, Jiang Zhi added: "Apart from Zhou Xufang, everything is a waste of time."

It's not like a patient who has lived enough to commit suicide, like a patient, whose thinking is extremely sick.

"A waste of time," Qiao Nanchu asked, "including the conversation with me now?"

Jiang Zhi did not answer this question.

He got out of the car, put out half of his cigarettes, went to the bathroom, and then came back. Qiao Nanchu could no longer smell the cigarettes on his body, and there was a slight smell of mouthwash.

Is this afraid of being caught by Zhou Xufang?

Fortunately, he still has something to fear.

At nine o'clock, Jiang Zhi called Zhou Xufang the seventeenth.

"Are you going to sleep?"

"Ok."

The atmosphere in the box was strange. Jiang Zhi was on the phone, and the other three were drinking without a word. No, Xue Bingxue was drinking a drink.

"You go to WeChat, open the video chat, put it where I can see, and then you go to sleep." Jiang Zhi was telling Zhou Xufang.

Zhou Xufang: "Good."

Qiao Nanchu felt that Zhou Xufang was too following Jiangzhi. He thought of a very appropriate word: doting.

Zhou Xufang hung up the phone and dialed the video to Jiang Zhi. She adjusted the angle so that Jiang Zhi could just see her face.

After that, Zhou Xufang went to sleep and Jiang Zhi sat in the box, staring at his mobile phone. The other people were not interested in playing. The atmosphere was strange.

"Is it hot?" Xue Bingxue asked Jiang Zhi.

"not hot."

But he was sweating and fidgeting, with obvious symptoms of anxiety.

Xue Bingxue poured a glass of milk into the goblet and pushed it over: "Drink some milk."

Jiang Zhi looked up: "Don't drink."

In his eyes, there was a subconscious alert, which was very short and passed by.

Xue Bingxue looked directly into his eyes: "I didn't poison."

Jiang Zhi denied: "I didn't say you poisoned."

But he is indeed guarding, guarding everyone.

Xue Bingxue is a doctor and has a little understanding of psychiatry: "You can tell me honestly, if you don't see Zhou Xufang, you will be restless, anxious, and can't do anything."

"Ok."

Xue Bingxue asked again: "Always think she is not safe?"

"Ok."

"Think someone wants to harm her?"

Jiang Zhi quickly replied: "Someone is killing her."

He had a very determined tone. He glanced at Zhou Xufang on the screen of the phone, and the cloud in his eyes disappeared slightly.

Xue Bingxue looked at the thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and asked him: "Then who do you think is killing Zhou Xufang?"

Jiang Zhi answered without hesitation: "Anyone is possible."

Xue Bingxue further confirmed that Jiang Zhi's mental state had a problem. He had been with Zhou Xufang a few days ago, and it was not obvious. After this separation, all symptoms came out.

Xue Baoyi intervened: "Is it possible too?"

Jiang Zhi didn't answer, but instead asked: "If Fang Ideal is caught, would you betray me to save her?"

Xue Baoyi was silent.

Jiang Zhi replied on his behalf: "You will, it is the same reason that I will betray you for Zhou Xufang." He looked at Qiao Nanchu and Xue Bingxue, "You will also."

This idea is extreme and dark, but it is impossible to deny it.

Qiao Nanchu said seriously: "Jiang Zhi, find a psychiatrist."

Jiang Zhi poured the milk from the goblet into another empty glass, reopened a bottle of red wine, poured a glass, shook it gently, and took a sip: "Do you think I'm sick?"

"Don't you?"

He didn't care: "It doesn't matter if you are sick or sick." In the blink of an eye when he put down the wine glass, Zhou Xufang suddenly disappeared from the screen of his mobile phone.

All the abnormal symptoms of Jiang Zhi have been exacerbated.

He hurriedly knocked over the wine glass, his pupils focused quickly, the corners of his eyes were red, his palms were sweating, and his speech was flustered and hurried: "Xu Fang."

"Xu Fang."

Without hearing a response, Jiang Zhi hurriedly stood up: "Zhou Xufang!" He immediately called her.

Ok.

Zhou Xufang accepted: "Jiang Zhi."

His legs were weak, and he sat back on the sofa: "Where are you?"

"At home." Zhou Xufang said, "I just went to see the surveillance."

Jiang Zhi just breathed a sigh of relief and became nervous again: "What happened?"

"Someone is coming downstairs."

Originally, Zhou Xufang wanted to leave the cabinet at her uncle's house. Jiang Zhi disagreed. Yuquan Bay has a whole set of monitoring system, which would be safer.

"Who's here?"

Jiang Zhi was out of control with the mobile phone in his hand, and his fingertips were red.

Zhou Xufang said: "It seems to be Luo Yinghe."

Luo Yinghe?

Why go to Yuquan Bay? Why is it at this time? Who instructed it?

Countless assumptions popped up in Jiang Zhi's mind, but none of them were good. He couldn't sit still: "I'm past now, don't go downstairs."

Zhou Xufang hesitated for a while: "We can't meet." If he wants to see... then just listen to him.

"If you don't meet, I'll just go over and take a look."

She hesitated for a second and followed him: "Then you drive carefully."

"Yeah." Jiang Zhi asked her, "Does Tang want to sleep with Wen Baiyang?"

"No."

"You talk to them, don't sleep, wait for me to pass."

Zhou Xufang: "Good."

Qiao Nanchu heard it intermittently, he still thought that Zhou Xufang was too doting and submissive to Jiang Zhi.

Xue Baoyi looked at his uncle.

Xue Bingxue's expression was solemn.

Xue Baoyi understands: That's it, Jiang Zhi is very sick.

He is still a little bit unbelievable. Among them, Jiang Zhi is the most psychologically strong, because he is naturally smarter and has a better brain than others. In the past two decades, Jiang Zhi has played with others and has fun. Playing tricks. Why did he get in? Didn't you go to Pullman? Besides, didn't you win the father and son pair? How come the shadow is still falling? He felt that Jiang Zhi’s illness was a bit like delusion of persecution, but the target was not Jiang Zhi himself, but Zhou Xufang.

"Don't hang up your phone." Jiang Zhi finished instructing Zhou Xufang and took the car key and jacket. He got up and said to the three people in the box: "I'm leaving first."

Qiao Nanchu followed and stood up: "I'm with you."

He left first: "No."

Qiao Nanchu blew the short hair on his forehead, irritated and worried, and followed: "You are in this state. If something really happens, can you handle it calmly?"

Can't.

His calmness was used up in Pullman.

Jiang Zhi stopped at the door and turned around: "Then you send me."

Xue Bingxue finished the drink in the cup: "Oh."

As Xue Baoyi followed, he grumbled: "I owed you all my life."