Girlfriend's Conspiracy

Xing Meier pursed her lips and looked at me with puzzled and injured eyes. I stared at her and felt a pain in my heart, but what can I do? Although I have a small company, which is really a wrist in a specific region, when I face Xu Kun, I know how much I overestimate when I hit him hard, just like an egg hitting a stone, just like if I hit him thousands of times, he is still an impeccable hard stone.

But I won't measure myself and give up this idea. Xu Kun, I have to bring him down and let him fall from the cloud. However, before that, I must absolutely ensure Xing Meier's safety. Maybe I really applied for that sentence. Beauty and Jiangshan can only choose one. Xing Meier is my most fatal weakness. Once someone pinches it tightly, I will fight it at all costs.

In the past, I was not an old man without care in the shopping mall. He told me to give up Xing Meier appropriately. The most taboo for people like them is weakness. They said that for women, it's good to play.

At that time, I mostly despised it. I was naturally proud. I always thought it was just because your strength was not strong enough, beauty was available, and so was the country. Therefore, I focused on the mall, climbed and rolled, thought I had achieved something, and began to be capricious. I really took a long view. I was just an insignificant part of the business leaders.

I stepped forward, opened my arms and hugged Xing Meier tightly, as if the woman in my arms would disappear in the next second. I gently pressed my chin on Xing Meier's shoulder, smelled the fragrance of beautiful hair at the tip of my nose and said in a trembling voice: "I'm sorry... But I... Have to."

It's really a last resort. In order to completely protect Xing Meier, they can only use this space with a distance of thousands of miles to ensure the smooth progress of things.

Xing Meier seemed to feel something. She pushed me away and buried me deeply in my chest. She said in a stuffy voice, "I know... I know..."

Xing Meier is not a fool. She has been intriguing for more than 20 years. She can't live in vain. After being shocked, she calmed down and thought about it. She knew Yang Qing's purpose I, nodded, stared into my eyes and quietly told me that she would.

Xing Meier knows that she is a woman who has no power to bind chickens. She really stays. If she becomes a future trouble for Yang Qing, she can only stay away from Yang Qing and China, and let Yang Qing do it freely. She is no longer constrained and limited because of herself. Xing Meier doesn't want to be a drag at all, not at all

After I arranged Xing Meier, it was already dark. I dragged my tired body and walked to the parking lot. It was the time to get off work. The whole parking lot was full of vehicles. I accurately found No. 19, shook the car key, pressed it gently, opened the door, sat in the driver's seat without spirit, and I gently kneaded my eyebrows, I want to get some relaxation from this action.

The familiar bell came out of the official bag. I frowned with boredom, but I still pulled out the black mobile phone from the official bag. The caller ID was a strange phone. I subconsciously thought it was from Xu Kun and had to answer it.

I control the mobile phone to slide up and stop at the green phone. The page becomes the beginning of timing: 0.00. I impatiently put the phone close to my ear: "hello?"

Who knows, what I heard was not Xu Kun's arrogant and domineering voice. A timid and careful little male voice came over: "sorry, did I bother you? I want to see you..."

I was stunned and confused, so I explained at the other end of the conversation:

The caller is a reporter. He works in a small studio and works as interview, recording and editing at the same time, but he is not valued by the studio. On the one hand, his professional ability is too poor to be suitable for this business. On the other hand, it is unimaginable.

As an author, he is picky about the materials he writes. People with the same qualifications catch up with the ducks and get on the shelves. They are particularly active and climb up crazily without waiting for anyone to find them.

Unlike him, he only wrote general and harmless entertainment news, or business, military, Olympic Games and so on. He didn't touch those cases that exposed some human lives, so all these beautiful jobs fell on other colleagues.

The intuitive reason why he has not written these is that he can understand how painful it is for the victim's family to watch the newspaper make headlines and become a small profit for the studio, and how painful it is to see others discuss their family.

The man paused and said, "there are still some things that are inconvenient to talk on the phone. Can you... Meet..." I vaguely heard the other party's voice a little stuffy, as if he was deliberately hiding something. Yang Qing, who was keen, caught his implied cry in an instant.

I know that if I really go through the past, I may fall into the trap, or it may be each other's trap, but isn't life just for fighting?

If you have never chosen to pay or fight impulsively, you can't have successful footprints in this life. What kind of man is afraid of head and foot? Moreover, if the other party comes to him sincerely, it means that the other party can help him, which is not necessarily a great benefit to me.

Before I could respond, the other party leaned out and asked cautiously, "can't you?"

I was silent for a moment and replied, "yes, location... I'll send it to you later."

The other party hung up with a good answer. A short story, even half told, lasted 20 minutes.

I took out his phone number from the call record and sent an address with the information function. In the past, I got a response: "OK, but I'm a little far away. Please wait for me."

Seeing this, I closed my eyelids, didn't respond, put into gear, step on the accelerator, get out of the parking lot, and finish it at one go.

For the current situation, I have mastered some initiative, and the location is determined by me, so I can avoid the other party's precise ambush, and deliberately choose a remote place to prevent the other party from arriving earlier than myself.

After arriving there, about ten minutes later, a pale college student dressed up came in. He looked around and believed that if he took good care of each other, he would be like a young man of about 20 years old.

He introduced himself. His name is queniao. He is about thirty years old, but some are not old, but the economic situation is still destroyed. He has no vitality and vitality.

The reason why the bird hates Xu Kun is that he directly caused the death of the bird's father. He jumped from a building and his whole body was blurred

After the bird finished the general process, he took out the backpack he had been carrying and put it in front of me one by one. There were videos with blurred picture quality, which seemed to be secretly photographed. There were also some documents, including key evidence.

I saw from the beginning to the end and was glad to dilute the previous fatigue. If there were these, he would be more likely to break down Xu Kun. I looked up at him. He seemed to understand what I meant, waved his hand and replied, "I don't want money, but just want to cry out for my father."

I stared at him and said sincerely, "thank you."

I talked with him again and left wechat contact information after leaving. When I got out of the cafe, I called Li Yi and asked him to come and sort out the evidence together.