Ex-wife strategy: Mr. Fu wants to spoil me

He wanted to laugh, but felt that he couldn't.

The police had already arrived and entered the house to patrol. "Miss Gong, was it you who called the police?"

"It's me. Someone broke into the house and destroyed my things."

The police immediately walked to Wen Sihe and found that they actually knew this man.

Wen Sihe is also considered a celebrity in the entertainment industry. He has appeared in so many popular TV series and has received many interviews. In addition, the facial features of his face are really superior and he has more fans than many male celebrities.

The policeman was a little surprised, but still grabbed his arm.

"Mr. Wen, please come with us."

Wen Sihe had calmed down by now. Looking at Gong Xianyue's unwavering face, he suddenly smiled.

"Because I got a mole and now I don't look like him at all, so you're showing no mercy, right?"

When he said this, his tone was a little floating, and his eyes were full of sarcasm.

Gong Xianyue looked back mercilessly, put her hand on his cheek, pinched his chin, shook it left and right, and spoke mercilessly.

"You really don't look like him at all now."

The lethality of these words can be imagined, and Wen Sihe felt that his heart was broken into pieces.

He stopped talking, just lowered his head and followed the police.

Several policemen took him away, but Gong Xianyue did not follow him, but stayed in the house to clean up the mess.

When Wen Sihe got into the police car, he stared out the window blankly. He had been writing bloody articles all his life, but he never thought that one day he would become someone else's substitute.

How dare she go to Gong Xianyue?

How dare she!
He felt like he was about to vomit blood and felt terribly uncomfortable.

When Qiu Yang received the call from the police station, he thought he had heard wrongly. Wen Sihe was taken to the police station, and now someone still needs to be released on bail?
He started planning in a daze and saw Wen Sihe sitting on a chair with a pale face.

Qiu Yang quickly took out a cigarette and explained the whole story to the police. When he heard that it was Gong Xianyue who reported the incident, he instantly felt some sympathy.

Wen Sihe took notes and was led away.

Qiu Yang was driving in the driver's seat, "Tsk, what's going on? Why did it end up in the police station?"

Wen Sihe leaned back, tiredness written all over his face.

"Qiu Yang, don't ask anything now. I'm really tired and I don't want to answer."

When Qiu Yang saw his pale face, he said nothing.

Driving back to Wen Sihe's villa, he turned around to ask the other party to get out of the car, but saw Wen Sihe taking out a cigarette to smoke.

The car window on the side was opened a crack, and the smell of smoke drifted outside.

Qiu Yang wanted to say he got off the car, but when he raised his eyes, he saw Wen Sihe's tears falling, and even the fingertips holding the cigarette were slowly shaking, so trembling that he could hardly hold the cigarette.

Qiu Yang has known Wen Sihe for so many years, but he has never seen him in such an awkward posture.

"Sihe?"

Wen Sihe's lips began to tremble. When he was at the police station just now, he felt that his mind was confused and blank, and he didn't know what to think at all.

Now the mood has finally stabilized, but the more I think about it, the more uncomfortable my heart becomes, as if it has been pierced by a sharp knife.

Wen Sihe's eyelashes were wet from crying. He threw the cigarette out of the car window, then covered his face with his hands and shook his shoulders.

Qiu Yang didn't know how to react at all. He took out the tissue next to him, but when he opened his mouth, he felt that his throat was blocked by something.

He felt that it was better for him to remain silent for now. (End of chapter)