Cold CEO With Warm Love

"Everything is what she planned for us to do."

"You..." Wen Ruchu stares at them, how also did not expect, they can be such person.

When they asked her for such a high sum of money, they clearly said that they would not give it up anyway, but now

If she had known, she would have stopped looking for them.

Mo Xiuchen cold eyes, glanced at the eye table of the mobile phone, cold as ice eyes straight to the temperature, voice cool thin: "is that so, Miss Wen?"

Wen Ruchu was caught cold by his eyes. He felt an ominous premonition from the bottom of his heart.

She shook her head and denied, "no! They're bullshit. There's no such thing at all. Yiyi is my sister. How could I treat her like this? You misunderstood me... "

Mo Xiuchen sneered, "is not a misunderstanding, your own heart is clear."

"I warned you last time, don't give her any bad ideas, or you can't afford the consequences. Now Is the last lesson not enough? "

As soon as he said that, Wen Ruchu suddenly thought of the slap he had been slapped last time. It was nothing. Now that he mentioned it, Wen Ruchu felt that his two faces were in pain.

The slap incident last time left some shadows in Wen Ruchu's heart. After all, she was held in the palm of her hand from childhood to adulthood, and she had not suffered such grievances.

So she quickly put out her hand to cover her face, "I didn't do it, really didn't! Mr. Mo, you can't just listen to their words and make a conclusion casually. Maybe, maybe Yiyi framed me... "

Mo Xiuchen frowned. Seeing that it was this time, Wen Ruchu was still struggling and pulling up Wen Yiyi. His heart could not help but burst into anger.

Originally, he wanted to look at Wen Yiyi's face and didn't want to investigate too much. As long as Wen Ruchu admitted that he had done it himself and came out to clarify it, he didn't expect that things would be too noisy at that time, lest Wen Guxin call the girl again.

She's soft hearted. If others use some tricks, she'll be led by the nose. But now He didn't think that was necessary at all.

Mo Xiuchen opened the drawer on the left side, took out a bunch of photos from inside, played with them in his hand, and said languidly and indifferently: "enough evidence has been found, don't you admit it? Do you want me to check their mobile phones, chat records, and who is the remitter? "

Wen Ruchu pursed her lips, did not speak, a stubborn face, is not willing to admit.

She can't admit it now. If she admits it, it's probably over.

Mo Xiu Chen slanted her one eye and threw the stack of photos in hand in front of Wen Ru Chu.

"There has been a lot of noise on Weibo, and more or less people have taken it seriously. Are you going to come out on your own to clarify this, or do you want me to help you? "

If have no this matter, Wen Ru Chu hears Mo Xiu Chen to say to help her, affirmation can be very happy.

But now

She reached out and picked up the stack of photos, and looked at them one by one. The more she looked, the whiter her face became.

The hostess in the photo is all her, but the man keeps changing.

She walked in and out of the hotel with a man in her arms, came out of the bar with a man in her arms, and played with a man in the corner with a bath towel

There are all kinds of them.

But how could these pictures be taken? Isn't she very careful and confidential? How could it?