happy ex-wife

第741章 神秘电话（七）

Shui Anluo knew better that this person was definitely not Lin Qianchen, she never believed in ghosts, let alone resurrection from death.

And what she said was: What a disobedient little girl, do you want to hear Lin Qianchen's voice?

So this is the person who texted her last time, because she was disobedient, so she changed Lin Qianchen's mobile number this time?
But how did she get Lin Qianchen's phone number?
Shui Anluo thought about it, and slowly loosened her clenched hands. She was going to help her brother find the truth, so how could she be used by this person to drag him down.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that you should do what you should do."

Shui Anluo closed her eyes slightly, then opened them again, her eyes were still clear.

"What I should do is to help senior brother pull you out, right?" Shui Anluo sneered, and the people over there fell silent, "What? Didn't expect me to say that, did you?" Shui Anluo's voice became louder Bao Liang, "Don't think that everyone thinks the same as you. I admit that Lin Qianchen's death has something to do with me, but I won't feel guilty for a person who takes the blame for himself."

"Hehehe—that's really nice to say."

"Don't worry, maybe you'll find that I made it look better in the near future." Shui Anluo said, hung up the phone with a snap, and threw it on the table.

The phone was completely quiet, Shui Anluo stood still and took a deep breath, finally picked up the phone again, then turned and left the office.

If what Zhao Xia misses is Chu Anxin, then he must go to a place with their common memories in this city.

Shui Anluo left the hospital, and went to Houhai first. During the day, Houhai was not crowded, and Shui Anluo searched among the few people. He would ask passers-by from time to time if he had seen a person carrying a painting bag, or A person who is painting a portrait.

But the answer everyone gave was to let her come to look for her at night, and those people usually come at night.

But Shui Anluo was afraid, and by night, he had already left the city.

That person has already called and threatened herself, which means that she may already know that the painter is still alive, so she must find the painter before that person.

Shui Anluo found Houhai, then called Chu Ningyi, and asked where he was.

"What's wrong?" Chu Ningyi asked after finishing speaking.

Shui Anluo took a taxi to another location, "I received a call from Lin Qianchen's mobile phone, threatening me to stop senior brother, maybe—"

Before Shui Anluo could finish her sentence, she saw the painter on the sidewalk opposite her across the road.

"Stop, stop." Shui Anluo said, quickly took out the money and handed it to the driver, and then chased him out.

Shui Anluo stared at the painter's back without blinking, but when she reached the intersection, she encountered a red light.

Chu Ningyi frowned and listened, got up and took his coat and went out, "Where are you now?"

"Near the gallery." Shui Anluo said, looking anxiously at the red light. When the green light came on, Shui Anluo ran over in a hurry, not even having time to look at the turning vehicles.

"Shui Anluo, show me the car." Hearing the sound of the car over there, Chu Ningyi reprimanded him in a deep voice.

But Shui Anluo didn't have time to absorb his words, and quickly ran across the road, the only thing he could catch was Zhao Xia's back, Shui Anluo watched him turn into the alley on one side, and hurriedly chased after him.

(End of this chapter)