Paranoid!Crazy batch!The real daughter is a black lotus

Zhou Ming's eyes followed Shen Que back to the room, and he only looked back after closing the door. There was an unspeakable emotion spreading in his heart.

Mr. Wen looked at Wen Fan: "Xiao Fan, have you known about the relationship between Fourth Master Jiang and Shen Que for a long time? Otherwise, why weren't you surprised at all just now?"

"Is now the time to talk about this?" Wen Fan said and walked back to the police.

"Please, no matter what, don't give up."

The two policemen looked at each other.

"Don't worry, we will do our best under uncertain circumstances, so we'll leave first."

Wen Fan nodded: "I'll see you off."

Several people left the villa. Mrs. Wen, who had not spoken a word, looked ugly and said displeasedly: "Then what does Jiang Jingchen mean? Even if you are rich, you have no obligation to interfere in other people's affairs.

By saying that, do you think Shen Que could still be held hostage in his own home? "

"Ahem!" Mr. Wen glanced sideways at Zhou Ming and reminded his wife.

Old Mrs. Wen covered her head and asked Wen Yurou to help her sit down again.

"Xiao Zhou, thank you for accompanying Rourou back today. I have troubled you these days." Wen Qingfan said polite words to divert Zhou Ming's thoughts.

Zhou Ming smiled and nodded: "Rourou is my fiancée, this is what I should do."

"It's getting late, why don't we stay here tonight to avoid having to run around tomorrow."

Wen Qingfan's words were not polite. The apprenticeship banquet was coming soon, and many things required the Zhou family to be together. Anyway, there were many guest rooms in the Wen family's villa.

Zhou Ming was thoughtful and did not refuse: "Okay, trouble."

Wen Yurou, who was sitting on the sofa, had an imperceptible light flashing in her eyes.

At eleven o'clock at night, the villa was quiet.

Wen Fan stood in the corner of the balcony of his room and looked down. An unlit cigarette was held on his fingertips. His dark pupils blended into the dark night, and no trace of emotion could be seen.

At this time, a familiar figure broke into his sight. Wen Fan twitched his fingertips and watched the man walk into the villa next door. Now he no longer even tried to hide it.

Wen Fan picked up the remote control of the drone, suppressed his emotions, and controlled the drone equipped with a camera to fly silently over the obstacle, flew to the corner of the window sill of the master bedroom of the villa, and lay down.

When I saw the two people kissing passionately, I felt as sick as if I had swallowed a fly.

He took a deep breath, pressed the video mode, turned around and threw away the remote control, and went to the bathroom to wash up. He was afraid that if he continued to watch it, he would do something that even he couldn't predict.

At the same time, Shen Que looked at the repaired video with a hint of joy in his eyes. He put on his Bluetooth headset and slid the mouse on his hand, preparing to click to view it.

Boom boom boom!

A slight knock on the door interrupted her movements.

Shen Que frowned slightly and glanced at the clock on the wall. It couldn't be Wen Fan at this point. He didn't know how to walk through the door. That was

She closed the notebook, put on some clothes, pretended to have just woken up, rubbed her eyes and opened the door. The moment she saw Zhou Ming, her eyebrows twisted: "Is something wrong?" Zhou Ming was wearing gray pajamas, with half-dried hair. There were kiss marks all over the half-covered chest, and there was a charming aura lingering around him. His tone was a little dry: "What is your relationship with my brother-in-law?"

Shen Que was half leaning against the door frame, with undisguised disgust at the moment. Hearing this, he looked at him as if he were looking at another fool: "What? Does a nephew also have the right to control his uncle's private life?"

"Don't change the subject. You want to take revenge on me and deliberately get close to my brother-in-law, right?" Zhou Ming thought for a long time and felt that this was the most likely possibility. You wanted to use Jiang Jingchen's influence to make him regret it.

I wanted to suppress myself, but I never thought that Shen Que was so scheming before. Even a lunatic like Jiang Jingchen was willing to surrender to him.

Complex emotions flashed through Shen Que's amber eyes, and he thought to himself: 'Is this man not thinking when he goes out? He can say anything. '

Seeing that she didn't speak, Zhou Ming guessed that he was right. She was ashamed and didn't know how to defend herself, and sarcasm flashed in her eyes: "You don't think that if you climb up to my uncle, I will look at you differently, do you?

My brother-in-law is just playing with you at most. The most valuable thing about a person is self-awareness. You only have the identity of the eldest lady of the Wen family and don't know anything else. How can my brother-in-law really fall in love with you?

I don't know what you rely on to make your uncle love you, but no matter what you do, you can't compare to Yurou, and I won't have any regrets for you. "

Shen Que tilted his head slightly, raised his hands and clapped gently, his eyes calm, as if he had watched an awkward foot-tacking performance, and pretended to be a good-looking sailor.

Zhou Ming was stunned: "You, what do you mean? You mean that's not what you meant at all?"

"I think you are quite shameless, so I applaud you. By the way, what kind of skin did you use? It's so thick! Isn't it cheap?" Shen Que put down his hand, with a slight smile in his eyes, as if he was sincerely seeking knowledge. student.

Zhou Ming paused slightly, his brain reacted a second later, and his brows were filled with anger: "Shen Que."

Shen Que raised his hand to stop his mindless words, his eyes turned cold and his tone was light: "I don't know where you think I am retaliating against you, but with your skinny figure and barely visible face, To be honest, even if I can't see it with my eyes, I feel uncomfortable.

Not to mention that I can see it now. When I see you, I will only feel that Wen Yurou is really not picky. You have a face thicker than a city wall and a brain smaller than a sesame seed.

Others have no brains or no face, but you don't take advantage of it but still stick to it. I really admire you. You have been beaten less in your life, right? Didn't your school teachers suggest you go to the hospital? "

Her words did not contain a single curse word, but they reduced Zhou Ming's whole body to nothing. Even his academic qualifications, which were once praised, seemed to be a piece of purchased waste paper in her eyes.

Zhou Ming was so angry that his blood was boiling, and there were terrifying red blood streaks under his eyes. Just as he was about to speak, Shen Que's words came to him like a barrage of firecrackers.

"It's important for a person to be self-aware. What's your level? What's Jiang Jingchen's identity? Are you worthy of thinking that I'm using him for you? If I really take revenge on you, the moment he treats me well, I will let him crush Zhou to death. Home.

Can I still keep you dancing in front of me? Furthermore, by saying so much, don’t you just want to tell me that you don’t care? Then, since you don't care about being up late at night, why are you knocking on my door while you're disheveled?

Show me how horny you are? Or show the fact that you have no brains? "

"you!"

Shen Que stared at him who was so angry that he couldn't speak. He twitched the corner of his lips slightly, as if he was mocking: "By the way, you said that I can't compare to Wen Yurou. I really can't compare. After all, I want face.

She still picks up things that others don't want and treats them as treasures, making the fuss known to everyone. She is still complacent, thinking that she relies on her strength. She is really powerful. You two are a perfect match. Lock it up! "

After saying that, without waiting for his reaction, he raised his hand to close the door and lock it, put on his Bluetooth headset again and sat at the table.

Zhou Ming raised his hand to smash the door, but paused in the air, thinking that this was not the Zhou family, and he would be criticized if others saw him, and would cause unnecessary trouble.

He swallowed his breath hard, his mind was really burning, why did he come to her, he was so angry that he couldn't vent his anger.

Zhou Ming took two deep breaths, turned around and walked downstairs angrily. When he returned to the guest room and saw Wen Yurou lying on the bed, he leaned over again without thinking. No matter how Wen Yurou begged for mercy, he would not stop.