Di Shao snatches a kiss in the middle of the night: arresting his ex-wife

In the whole news, the faces were switched several times, and the recent situation of Yang Mulin and Yang Mufan were photographed respectively.

Yang Mulin was so anxious that he couldn't afford to be seriously ill.

But Yang Mufan was photographed by a reporter, hangover on the street...

Seeing this scene, Mu Wanqing couldn't help but feel her chest suffocate, and felt a bit of cold air rushing towards her. She grabbed the suitcase in her hand so hard that her knuckles turned white.

I don't know how long she stood there watching the news, until she heard the prompt to check the ticket on the radio, and she came back to her senses.

"Passengers and friends who are going to Hancheng, and the train number is mb5698, please pay attention, please go to boarding gate 17 to check the ticket, I wish you a pleasant journey."

Mu Wanqing raised her hand, clutching her chest vigorously, gasping for breath, her teeth chattering.

She turned around abruptly, dragged her suitcase and quickly strode towards gate 17.

He kept saying to himself:

"Mu Wanqing, since you have decided to leave, don't look back."

"Admiring Fan, life or death has nothing to do with you. He doesn't need you, no matter how poor or embarrassed he is, he doesn't need you."

"so……"

"Mu Wanqing, cheer me up, don't look back, absolutely don't look back..."

……

Downstairs, a super luxurious stretched Lincoln car stopped slowly.

The car window fell, revealing two handsome and extraordinary faces.

"Boss, I always feel that this matter is not as simple as it appears on the surface, and there must be something tricky in it!" Ah Lin frowned, very worried.

Admire Fan, fall too fast.

The situation in City G has changed too quickly.

It was so fast that people were caught off guard, so fast that it was too weird.

He couldn't believe it: Admiring Fan, he was so easily crushed by them.

It was almost vulnerable and failed.

The man looked up at the building that had been half blown up, and said softly, "You think I'll take it lightly?! Heh~, I really want to see what kind of tricks Admiral Fan is playing."

……

In the dark night, the sky was drizzling with light rain.

In the deep and narrow alleys, the shadows of the electric poles standing on both sides of the road are stretched thin and long by the dim street lamps.

The trash can on the side was overturned, the garbage was scattered, and there was a disgusting stench that was stronger than the next.

On the wet ground not far away, there was a black figure lying on the ground at the moment, and the wine bottles next to it were scattered all over the place.

Holding an umbrella, Mu Wanqing stood motionless in the alley, like a puppet without any consciousness or thoughts, staring at the scene in front of her without blinking, and felt a sharp stab in her chest for no reason.

She never thought that the man who was vigorous, noble and elegant three days ago was sleeping curled up in the alley like a beggar, helpless.

The thin and dim orange light slanted down from mid-air, reflecting the hazy halo of the rain, and cast it on Yang Mufan's body, it was very desolate, desolate, and lonely.

It is inexplicably distressing to see.

Everyone said that they admired Fan's strength, that he was fierce and cruel, but who could see his fragility hidden under ruthless, domineering, and unrestrained? !Who can see his wound, his blood and tears? !

Seeing him curled up like a shrimp, Mu Wanqing suddenly thought of Yang Mufan's adoptive mother, who used a branch to draw a picture in the yard when she saw him for the first time, he was sleeping near the trash can, with his arms hidden in his arms. The appearance of half a stinky and moldy steamed bun...