Good Morning, Dear

In the final analysis, AI wanwan registered this mailbox for him!

At that time, he had other mailboxes, but he never told her. Because his mailbox has a targeted role, he has a comprehensive arrangement for who does not give and what kind of information he receives. He doesn't want a dozen mailboxes full of junk documents, disturbing his mood and wasting his time.

So she always lied to him that he didn't have an email, so she registered one for him, which was specially used to receive the information and documents she sent, as well as her photos and all kinds of photos they took when they went out to play together.

But he seldom uses that mailbox. He will go up and check it occasionally. For him, watching those is a waste of time and meaningless.

After returning home, his mobile phone and all kinds of contact information are convenient, so he doesn't need that email. After breaking up, I completely forgot this mailbox. And she seems to have obsession, as if she wants to prove something. Whenever there is anything important, she sends it to the mailbox first.

"Will it have been sent to that mailbox? Will it?" with this question, he opened the mailbox. There were 58 unread letters, all from her. The first email was when she broke up. She asked him if he really had no room for maneuver?

He read the first e-mail, and others were no longer in the mood to read it, because the title of the recent e-mail clearly read "photo". His hand shook a little. He didn't click it successfully several times. He noticed that the time was not long, not as long as a few months, only a few days.

Meini has been out of prison for several months. If these photos belong to Cheng Qingyao, why are they only a few days? She wants to use Lin xiner's business to attack him inside and outside, making him busy? Or... There are too many possibilities. He couldn't think separately and had no clue analysis. He closed his eyes and took a hard breath before he tried his best to open the email.

The content of the email reads: "Mo Li, do you remember this email? Will you come and have a look? In recent years, I have written to you every year, but you have never replied to me, not once."

"I won't talk nonsense to you this time. I'll give you a big surprise. I believe you will be interested. The photos are in the attachment. You can download them slowly and enjoy them slowly. If you enjoy enough, remember to contact me. I'll wait for you, but it's not indefinite."

"I've been waiting for you for a month. Without your reply for a month, I'll send these photos to others to see how disgusting Mrs. Mo's true face is."

"You always think I'm a fickle poplars. You always think Cheng Qingyao is more noble than me. OK, the audience's eyes are bright. Let them comment."

The content of the email is like this. An attachment is hung below. Click download to go down to the computer. Mo Li doesn't want to download or even open it. These things are Yang Sha's lifelong nightmare and also his lifelong knot.

It's not how Cheng Qingyao feels, but he's afraid that Cheng Qingyao will suffer unnecessary storm... Cheng Qingyao is the best, because his heart is incomparably pure, and no one can compare with him. He will not change his view of her because of these photos, will not

However, he still needs to make sure whether it is or not. He doesn't download it, but only opens it for browsing. A glance at it as like as two peas, and then close it in a hurry, yes, yes, those pictures are just the same as those that Cheng Dongkun gave him.

Xia Linjie called Mo Li Mo Li over there. He didn't hear it and was drowned by all kinds of emotions. He didn't come back until the notebook was closed and the screen was black. He answered, "I'm here, you say."

"What's the matter with you? Fainted? Suffocated?" Xia Linjie was really frightened and thought what had happened to him. He's the only one on his side. If something happens, he doesn't even have a caregiver.

Mo Li was very tired. He felt that he had experienced a cold-blooded battle, which consumed too much of his physical strength. He took a deep breath, and his tone was still a little depressed: "no, just think of something and verify it online..."

"On the Internet? She posted the photos on the Internet?"

"No, not online. It's my email. Do you remember the email she registered for me when she was abroad?"

"She sent the photos to that mailbox? Wogou, she's fucking sick. What's her obsession? She thinks she's extremely important? Wogou fucking......" Xia Linjie was not only angry, but also disgusted. AI wanwan didn't send other mailboxes. The motivation for sending that mailbox alone is very simple. She wants to prove that she is still important here, At least he remembers using the email she registered with.

what the fuck!

Xia Linjie wants to vomit!

Mo Li was a little confused. She couldn't figure it out for a moment. She asked Xia Linjie, "don't scold. I'm even more confused. I don't know how to reply to her email. Replying to her now seems to indirectly prove that we did tonight. If I don't reply to her now, I'm worried that after being robbed, she impulsively broke the contract and posted the photos online in advance."

Wang Yuheng didn't focus on his participation, so he kept what they didn't know: "Don't worry about this. What ability does AI wanwan have to fight us alone? She wants to do bad things secretly. We may be unable to guard against it. Now that we all understand her motivation, how can she do bad things and succeed again? Mo Li, don't worry, I'll send someone to watch her 24 hours over there, and the Internet will interfere with her. She won't have the opportunity to upload photos or cause trouble There was a big wave. "

When Wang Yuheng said this, Mo Li calmed down for a few minutes. I think so. Can the monkey king turn out the palm of the Tathagata again? It's just a clown jumping on the beam and jumping on his own!

He calmed down slowly, not as flustered as before, and also said to Xia Linjie: "Ai wanwan is there. You ask someone to go over again and give her some medicine to make her sleep longer. The mobile phone restores her to the original, and the photos should not be deleted. You add a monitor to the mobile phone and a monitor to the car, so that you can control her whereabouts and find Meini along her. Find Meini and destroy the original, and these copies are no longer a threat."

"Good!" Xia Linjie thought it was a good move, but the environment was too chaotic. He didn't think of it. He asked Mo Li to go back and contact again when he had news.

Mo Li gave a sound and sat in the car for five or six minutes. When he was calm, he started the car and rushed to the hospital. On the way, he dialed Cheng Qingyao, but he was still cut off. He also sent a text message: "I'm back. On the way, I'll be there right away. Don't be angry. I'll bring you a snack."

Cheng Qingyao was so upset that she wanted to kill her after a night snack? Was she so cheap? Would she not cry if she wanted to eat a night snack? She didn't reply and continued the cold war. Mo Li returned to the hospital and found something wrong as soon as he entered the floor. The security guard looked bitter melon, and the nurse didn't dare to look up at him. The nurse bit her lips and nervously clasped her fingers: "Mo, Mo, Mo..."

Not only button your fingers, you can't say a word!

Mo Li screamed ominously. He sank his face and rushed into the ward at a speed visible to the naked eye. The ward was empty. There was no figure of Cheng Qingyao. Only slippers and patient clothes were left on the ground.

"What's the situation? What's the situation? Where's the person? Where's the person?" Mo Li is going crazy. It's cold in the middle of the night and she can't walk far. What if she falls on the way? What if she faints and meets a man named Bai Jinzhuo? Are these people dead? Can't even see a living man? He roared and hit Cheng Qingyao's hand machine again, but she still didn't answer it or cut it off.

The nurse also reported: "Mrs. Mo was very angry and threatened her life. She said that if we told Mr. Mo, she would die. Mr. Mo, we are also afraid. Mrs. Mo can't control her temper. Where dare we touch it."

Then he immediately lowered his head to his chest and tried to strangle them one by one: "if she doesn't let you report, you won't report? You have to report to me in front of her? You won't tell me secretly? If you're afraid of her, you're not afraid of me, or I'll kill you all..."