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

Mu Wanqing stood blankly at the door of the coffee shop, watching the bean-sized raindrops, pattering down, the street full of people coming and going, quickly emptying out, her eyes were dead silent.

After standing at the door for an unknown amount of time, she planned to re-enter the coffee shop and wait for the rainstorm to end.

But at the moment when he turned around, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of: Wei Zhehan came running madly in the heavy rain.

"Qingzi, what did my mother tell you?!" Wei Zhehan ran over and asked out of breath.

The tone and expression are very anxious.

Mu Wanqing raised her head and looked at him who was drenched by the rain, she suddenly raised a bright smile, and said, "I didn't say anything, just asked me how I am doing recently, and when will I go back to Wei's house to accompany her for dinner. "

Regarding Mu Wanqing's words, Wei Zhehan didn't believe a single word.

His chest rose and fell violently, and he gasped and said: "Qingzi, listen to me, no matter what my mother, or my father, or my grandfather, no matter what I say to you, don't take it to heart, understand? They don't understand the situation, they are talking nonsense. Also, Haruko, you trust me, I will definitely protect you, and won't let you suffer any more harm."

Mu Wanqing stared at him for a moment, then nodded emphatically: "Well, I believe you!"

Seeing that he agreed, Wei Zhehan's brows that had been furrowed all the time were relieved a little...

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Night, deep and dark.

Splendid City.

study.

Yang Mofan sat in front of the desk, staring at the ten tapes stacked in front of him for a long time.

The cigarette, Xinghuo, caught between the index finger and middle finger of the left hand, in the dark room, flickering, circle after circle of white smoke, slowly rising into the air in a spiral posture.

It was like a sculpture, stiff for a long time, and then Yang Mofan moved his body, raised his hand, took a deep breath of the cigarette, then put the cigarette end in the ashtray, got up quickly, inserted the tape into the video player, and leaned heavily Sitting on a chair, took the remote control board, and began to review the video reel after reel.

The dark and sharp cold eyes locked on every picture that appeared on the screen, not even missing the smallest details.

The first volume of video is the video at the gate of 8056.

It was clearly recorded that Shen Mengxin helped him into the room when he was drunk, but there was no sign of Mu Wanqing.

I watched it several times over and over again, but didn't find any clues.

Admire Fan leaned over to take out the tape, and then checked the other tapes.

Still no exceptions.

When I checked the last tape, the surveillance tape at the entrance of the lobby, I glanced at the corner of the surveillance screen, and two figures one in front of the other entered the hotel, and the brown pupils who admired Fan suddenly constricted...

At ten o'clock in the evening, when Mrs. De was delivering milk to Yang Mufan on time, as soon as she walked to the door, she heard a loud "pop" in the study, something hit the wall and fell to pieces.

I couldn't help shivering.

Knocking on the door cautiously, and the moment she pushed the door open, she saw at a glance: Yang Mufan sitting with his back to the door.

Although she couldn't see the expression of admiring Fan, she could clearly feel a strong cold breath spreading in the air little by little...

However, at this moment, Admiring Fan, his eyes were dark and his face was ashen.

Although, in the surveillance video of the tenth volume, the picture in the corner is very subtle and blurred, and it flashes by, but he still recognized it at a glance: those two figures are not who they are, they are Wei Zhehan and Mu Wan clear.

Since they keep saying that there is nothing between the two of them, what are they doing in the hotel at the same time? !

How ironic.

And the most ironic thing is not their lies, but his admiration for Fan, facing their deception, he forced himself to believe again and again, and even foolishly wanted to investigate what happened three years ago .

he is crazy...

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