Hong Kong variety show, I am a charming cop.

Chapter 245 The Alluring Mrs. Li

Unfortunately, Mrs. Li wouldn't listen at all. Pointing her finger at Leon, Li Jian, and A-Qun, she said in a shrill voice, "I will come back on the night of the Ghost Festival and kill you all!"

"Fine, I give up. You can pay me back, okay?"

Lyon pulled out his trump card, looking like he was about to surrender.

Mrs. Li suddenly turned around, her entire appearance changed, and she exuded charm.

"Really? How much compensation?"

Mrs. Li's attention was entirely focused on Leon, and she was completely unaware that her Daoist friend Ming had transformed into Li Jian.

Ah!

Caught off guard, Mrs. Li was tackled off the edge of the balcony by Li Jian, falling unprepared into his arms.

I could feel the waves of heat coming from behind me.

Once she came to her senses, Mrs. Li began to struggle violently: "You've lied to me! I want to die, I want to die with my husband!"

Li Jian whispered in Mrs. Li's ear, "Madam, you don't want Xiaolong to be without a mother, do you?"

Upon hearing Li Jian's voice, Mrs. Li's body went limp, and she stopped struggling.

Yes.

It's easy for me to die, but what about Xiaolong?

Li Jian helped Mrs. Li up and continued to persuade her, "Think about it, if you and your husband are both dead, Xiaolong will become an orphan without parents, and the community will definitely send him to a welfare home."

Although the facilities in the welfare homes on Hong Kong Island are quite complete, even the best social workers are still just social workers; they will not treat Xiaolong as their own son.

He's a child under ten years old, suddenly losing both his parents. The psychological trauma he suffers is immense; he'll find it difficult to live a normal life, and might even develop a mental illness like him.

Following the direction Li Jian pointed, Mrs. Li saw Leon wearing sunglasses.

Mrs. Li couldn't help but shudder, then shook her head and said, "No, I don't want my son to become mentally ill!"

Li Jian gently patted Mrs. Li's back with his large hand to comfort her.

You know what, Mrs. Li's skin is smooth and delicate, not at all like someone who has been married for many years and has given birth to a child. It is even firmer, smoother, and more tender than many young girls.

Li Jian held Mrs. Li's small hand in his palm, and the warmth of his large hand made Mrs. Li's heart pound.

She and her husband have been married for many years and have only given birth to one son, Xiaolong.

Her husband was impotent, so for many years, Mrs. Li had essentially been living a life of widowhood alone.

In addition, there is an old, unruly mother-in-law at home who takes care of her, and they have a big fight every few days. Her husband often works overtime and doesn't come home. Mrs. Li's spiritual world is extremely empty and lonely.

Spiritual emptiness inevitably leads to physical emptiness.

This is called the reaction of the mind and will to the body.

Just like a person who is under a lot of mental stress for a long time, their body will also develop problems.

If a person is happy and carefree all day long, then that person is likely to be healthy and live a long life.

By the light of the distant lamps, Mrs. Li noticed that the man holding her hand was tall and handsome, and even in a casual suit, he couldn't hide the charm emanating from his very being.

Perhaps because he had just exercised, the man's black hair was wet with sweat and stuck to his forehead.

The ends of her hair are a little curly.

It added a touch of peace to Li Jian's three-dimensional facial features.

Li Jian, in his early twenties, has a angular face with features as defined as a Westerner, deep-set eyes, and thin, moist lips that are gently pursed.

But when he looked at Mrs. Li, his eyes softened and filled with warmth.

"Then, what should I do?"

Mrs. Li was feeling empty after losing her husband when an incredibly handsome man appeared like a god descending to earth, causing her to lose her composure.

The feeling of first love!

Li Jian squeezed the woman's cold hand tightly: "Don't worry, I've got you covered."

"Ah."

Mrs. Li's suicidal thoughts softened with Li Jian's comforting words, and a small flame of affection ignited in her heart.

The woman took off her bright red coat and tossed it aside.

This coat was a gift from her deceased husband, and Mrs. Li has always treasured it.

just now.

Let it go with its dead husband.

But Leon's expression changed drastically, and he reached out his hand, shouting, "No!"

Li Jian and his wife turned to look at Leon, who ran to the edge of the rooftop, looked down, and slapped his thigh: "Oh no! He can't die like this, we can't let him die like this!"

Followed by.

Lyon took off running downstairs.

Li Jian and the others, not understanding what was going on, hurriedly chased after them.

Seeing that everyone had run away, Dao Youming and Captain Lu were frightened. Dao Youming slapped Captain Lu's thigh and said, "What are you waiting for? Carry me down!"

"Ohhhhhh." Captain Lu grabbed Dao Youming by the knees, picked him up, and rushed downstairs.

Li Jian pulled his wife downstairs and saw Lyon kneeling beside Mr. Li.

A glaring red stain was placed over Mr. Li's head.

It was the bright red coat that Mrs. Li had just thrown down from upstairs.

Lyon lifted his shirt, revealing Mr. Li's head.

It would have been better if it hadn't been revealed, but once it was, it was fine.

Apart from Li Jian, who didn't react, everyone else, including A-Qun, vomited violently.

Lyon picked up Mr. Li's arm; it was soft, like a noodle.

Leon picked up Mr. Li's head and shook it vigorously: "You're not going to die like this, are you? Wake up!"

Dao Youming said weakly, "Everyone knows he's dead. Save your energy and hurry up and save me, who's half-dead."

Captain Lu nodded and said, "Yes, yes, he's about to die."

But neither Lyon nor Li Jian paid any attention to Daoist Ming.

Lyon pinched Mr. Li's philtrum, performed chest compressions, gave him artificial respiration, and even punched him repeatedly in the chest.

Mrs. Li was a little scared and hid behind Li Jian: "Sir, look what he's doing. Is he doing something strange? My husband is already dead, why can't he be laid to rest?"

Li Jian, though puzzled, gently squeezed his wife's cold hand and said, "Don't worry, Lyon must have his reasons for doing this. Let's wait and see."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Lyon suddenly pulled out a claw hammer from somewhere and struck Mr. Li hard in the chest.

Bah!Bah!Bah!

Even if Mr. Li hadn't died, he probably wouldn't have survived those few blows.

Leon smashed the claw hammer a dozen times before casually tossing it away.

Followed by.

Lyon pulled out a folding stool, the kind of round folding stool you see everywhere, with a hardwood seat and iron legs.

Under the shocked gazes of everyone, Leon swung the folding stool.

Bah!Bah!Bah!

Mrs. Li felt her worldview shattered, but at the same time she was somewhat relieved: luckily she hadn't jumped down, otherwise she would probably be the one getting beaten up now.