The West Wind is a song that leaves people mourning

Chapter 45 Can't Tell
Murong Qian, who hadn't fully recovered yet, only grasped a sense of reality after hearing the familiar voice, and she waved her hands trying to catch the person in front of her.

But the person in front of her was obviously so close, but she couldn't catch it no matter what, she shouted anxiously, "Brother."

Murong Ting had never seen her so panic-stricken, and his obsidian-like eyes were full of distress. After several times of staggering, he finally grabbed Murong Qian's hand tightly.

He held her in his arms and said, "Brother is here, it's all right."

Gu Yunlan on the side looked at his hands in a daze, and then at Murong Qian who was curled up in Murong Ting's arms like a frightened deer. He couldn't believe what he had just done, and a fist flew towards him.

He didn't dodge or dodge, he was punched by Chu Jiu abruptly, staggered a few steps and was supported by Lao Zhang from behind before he stood still.

When he stood still again, he staggered his eyes, tried not to look at Murong Qian, and didn't let his heart soften, and he returned to his arrogant and cynical look.

He said, "The Murong family really turned their hands into clouds, turned their hands into rain, and let them go as soon as they buy murderers."

From the policeman who brought Murong Ting to the interrogation room, Inspector Jia had a general understanding of the whole story of Murong Ting's release, and hurriedly approached Gu Yunlan to explain to him.

Naturally, it was not due to pressure from above, but the only witness was dead, and his testimony was different from what Murong Qian said, so now there is no definite evidence to prove that Murong Ting paid for the murder.

Gu Yunlan was unwilling, "Evidence? Doesn't that wallet count as evidence?"

Inspector Jia bowed his back and smiled apologetically, "Young Master Murong's generosity is well known in Haicheng, and a wallet alone can't prove anything."

Gu Yunlan was not stupid when he saw that the wind was one-sided. He knew that there were variables beyond his control. Even if he produced a second witness or a third witness, he would not be able to keep Murong Ting at this moment.

When he stopped obsessing over the argument with Sergeant Jia and looked at Murong Qian and the others, he realized that the two of them didn't take him seriously at all and were caring for each other.

Murong Qian covered her neck, and glanced at Gu Yunlan erratically. For some reason, when she met Gu Yunlan's hurt eyes, she was a little thankful that she was wearing a collared skirt at the moment, which could cover the choke on her neck. mark.

She shook her head and said to Murong Ting, "I'm fine, it's just that I felt a little dizzy suddenly, I couldn't stand still and fell down."

With just one look from Murong Ting, Murong Ting knew that she was covering up for Gu Yunlan.

But even if he was angry, he couldn't bear to tear her down, so after glancing at Gu Yunlan from the corner of his eye, he pretended not to notice, "It's fine, let's go home!"

The word "home" irritated Gu Yunlan again. He was still feeling sad for Murong Qian's indifference, but when he heard this word, he immediately blew up, and he would come up to obstruct it regardless of whether he ignored it.

He wanted to grab Murong Qian's hand, but was blocked by Chu Jiu who came up from the side, he could only stare at Chu Jiu, "Get out of the way."

Chu Jiu stood in front of Gu Yunlan like a wall, blocking his way tightly.

Upon seeing this, Sergeant Jia hurriedly shouted to the surrounding policemen to come up and separated the two before they could do anything.

Murong Qian, who had just been helped up by Murong Ting, turned her head. She had been exposed to psychology when she was abroad, and now she looked at the emotional Gu Yunlan, feeling indescribably complicated.

The person in front of him is a poor person after all.

Gu Yunlan looked at Murong Qian with compassionate eyes, and suddenly had an illusion. For the first time, he unabashedly revealed his almost desperate expectation to others.

He stretched out his hand and begged, "Just this once, don't go with him."

(End of this chapter)