Jiang Zhonglin was not a good person at all. He should be aware of what he was aware of.

Thinking of this, the look on the south of Jiangjin became more and more ugly.

Because in his eyes, Jiang Zhonglin is a barefoot.

Barefoot has never been afraid of wearing shoes.

If he wants to break the net, if he crazy, Gu Ting may not be able to control it.

After Jiang Jinnan thought about it, he did not delay any time, and he couldn't help it. "Okay, investigating deck vehicles, and Jiang Zhonglin's whereabouts were carried out at the same time. As a result, I immediately notified you."

Gu Ting walked to a fork in front.

There are two roads here. He was just hesitating in the car for a moment, and a premonition suddenly rose in his heart. He did not hesitate to turn the direction and drive towards the lane on the left.

... ...

At this moment, in the waste factory.

Jiang Orange has completely lost his ability to struggle. He is like a fish on the chopping board. He was tied to a chair by Jiang Zhonglin.

She saw that Jiang Zhonglin didn't know where to pick out a barrel of oil from a barrel of oil. The lid of the oil was opened, and the pungent smell was filled in the air.

Even if the factory is already dilapidated, it is already leak everywhere, and the smell of oil has been stimulating the ginger and orange stomach.

Let her stomach roll over for a while.

The panic in my heart is getting worse.

What do Jiang Zhonglin want to do?

Just when Jiang Orange was puzzled, he saw Jiang Zhonglin who didn't know where to bring a pack of flammable firewood.

He stacked all these firewoods around the small shabby factory.

Seeing this scene, what else does Jiang Orange still do not understand.

Her head coaxed, it seemed that something exploded.

The lips were trembling uncontrollably, and Jiang Orange's eyes were full of tears.

This time, I was really scared.

Don't be afraid, don't be afraid.

She has been giving herself strongly in her heart, but she still has no way to suppress the fear in her heart.

Looking at Jiang Zhonglin, who was busy and busy, Jiang Orange couldn't help shaking, calling him, "Jiang Zhonglin ..."

He shouted twice in a row, the man didn't care about him, Jiang Orange's voice could not help but rise, and shouted sharply again.

"dad!"

Jiang Orange has been for a long time, and has never called Jiang Zhonglin's father.

Since he has slapped her in the face of all the guests, she slapped her daughter regardless of the reason.

I don't know if this dad stimulated to Jiang Zhonglin, and his movement stopped.

He threw a bundle of reeds in his hand to the side, and the gloomy sight looked at Jiang Orange, and his voice was irritable.

"do what?"

Jiang Orange swallowed a sip subconsciously, desperately holding back the panic in his heart, and his voice trembled: "You haven't made it clear to me, what is the grievance between you and Gu Ting."

"I am going to die anyway, I want to be a understanding ghost, can I?"

When Jiang Orange spoke, a watery look at Jiang Zhonglin, his expression was pitiful and back.

This is the expression that she only made to him when she was a child.

Although her mother loves her, her requirements for her are also very strict, and she sometimes makes her mother angry.
Chapter completed!