Stop! You're Just An Ex-husband

Fang Yongchen's forehead is sweating. At this point, it's not just about the reputation of the studio. It is also related to hang YunRuo's reputation and future.

When we can see the flow of people on the third floor on the left and the third floor on the right, their hearts are a burst of weakness.

Just as hang YunRuo and Fang Yongchen were deeply involved in the Crusade, a low but clear voice rang out.

"Get out of the way."

It's not very loud. But it contains the dignity of the superior, everyone can't help but stop and look back.

Mu Jingyang's tall and straight figure appeared. His eyes are as fierce as a sword. Everywhere they went, the crowd made way.

The reporter saw Mu Jingyang appear. The burning heart of gossip is active again and wants to interview. He was forced back by Mu Jingyang's cold eyes.

Mu Jingyang looked at Fang Yongchen and ignored him. Instead, he took hang YunRuo's hand.

"I can testify here. There is no doubt about hang YunRuo's artistic strength, because she is my royal painter. " Mu Jingyang is struggling with the softness of his palm. And hold it tightly.

"Besides, she and Fang Yongchen are just friends. Please don't slander others easily."

He had a serious look, a black suit and a straight face. The eye is a convincing force.

The crowd was in an uproar, and the people who had just tried their best to mock hang YunRuo were silent one after another, one by one shrinking their heads to be turtles.

Hang YunRuo looks up at Mu Jingyang and cuts his side face. It's like it's carved in a mold. Is so familiar, is so strange.

Seems to be aware of hang YunRuo's eyes, Mu Jingyang looked down at hang YunRuo, the corner of his mouth curved.

"Come on. Go to the studio and see what's going on. " There is a lake in his eyes. It's not surprising. The warmth from his hand suddenly gave hang YunRuo a feeling in his heart.

It's a sense of security. Hang YunRuo has forgotten to struggle.

Compared with Mu Jingyang who once personally pushed hang YunRuo out and suffered from innumerable people's contempt and reprimand, he now stands strongly in front of innumerable people to protect himself.

"Be sentimental! Think yourself right Hang YunRuo's heart gushed a grievance, which turned into anger.

"I want you to mind your own business!" She shook off Mu Jingyang's hand and wanted to go out, but found that she couldn't get out at all.

"I don't care who cares?" Mu Jingyang frowned, grabbed hang YunRuo's hand and pushed out.

The one meter eight five is not built. No one dares to stop them. They make way one after another. They go out quickly.

Fang Yongchen did not have such treatment. He was so crowded by the crowd that he bared his teeth. Fortunately, people didn't pay attention to him, but he couldn't get out for a while.

"Let go!" Hang YunRuo glared at Mu Jingyang. He didn't know why. The more he looked at this face, the worse he was beaten.

Hang YunRuo feels that this should be done by Xiang Xinci, and even Mu Jingyang doesn't like it. It's just that there's no evidence, and she can't say anything.

Mu Jingyang raised a sneer, pulled hang YunRuo to his body, lowered his head and looked at hang YunRuo, "obedient, do you want to see the studio's reputation ruined?"

Looking at each other for a while, hang YunRuo is defeated and temporarily compromises under Mu Jingyang's power. Let's see what Mu Jingyang wants. Hang YunRuo still has deep feelings for this studio.

Mu Jingyang's thin lips evoke a pleasant radian, swaggering to pull hang YunRuo into the studio.

Looking at the inferior paintings on the wall, Mu Jingyang narrowed his eyes slightly and rubbed his chin with his left hand.

"Call the staff over." Half pay, Mu Jingyang decided to ask the staff.

Soon, several staff members came to see Mu Jingyang, one by one bowed his head and did not dare to speak.

"Do I look terrible?" Mu Jingyang touched his face, then came up to hang YunRuo with inquiring eyes.

Hang YunRuo rolled his eyes, turned his head aside and told Mu Jingyang her answer in silence.

"Well, back to business." Mu Jingyang regained his seriousness and scanned several faces with his interrogative eyes.

"When did you find the painting abnormal?"

"It was this morning when the guests had an argument with us." Xiao Zhang came out to answer.

Her palms are full of sweat. If this matter is not handled properly, it is not only a matter of losing her job, but also a matter of accountability.

"That is to say, there is no problem with the painting before today." Mu Jingyang nodded thoughtfully and looked at the paintings on the wall.

"These paintings are not a small number. It is difficult to change them secretly. They need enough time to commit crimes."

Mu Jingyang stopped for a moment, "the time of committing the crime was only last night."

"Well, without any damage to the doors and windows, the perpetrator must have the key to the door of the studio..." Mu Jingyang's eyes were bland, suddenly became sharp, and his voice improved a lot.

"The key, who kept it yesterday?"

Half pay no one to speak, Mu Jingyang quietly looking at them, under pressure, a person sweating to stand out.

"I am... In my custody."

The man was a man in his twenties, dressed as a staff member, with his muscles taut and his hands on his back uneasily.

Hang YunRuo recognized at a glance that this was Xiao Zhao and always worked diligently.

Mu Jingyang has been looking at Xiao Zhao without saying anything. The pressure in his eyes is constantly exerting on him, and his sweat is more and more.

"What do you want to say about the key to the studio door owned by the perpetrator?" It was not until Xiao Zhao's eyes were lax under heavy pressure that Mu Jingyang spoke slowly.

Hang YunRuo frowned on one side. She would rather believe that it was the thief who pried open the door and window than that it was the studio staff who did such a thing.

"I... I didn't make it. I lost my key on my way home yesterday." Xiao Zhao is still lucky and ready to fight to the end.

"Oh?" Mu Jingyang's eyes were full of banter, and the corners of his mouth gradually raised a sarcastic smile. "You mean, you lost your key on the road, and then the person who got it didn't steal anything with it, just to exchange the painting?"

"This... This..." Xiao Zhao faltered and could not speak.

"Do you think everyone is a fool?" Mu Jingyang's face suddenly darkened, staring coldly at Xiao Zhao.

"Maybe it's a good choice to look at the monitor at the intersection?"

Mu Jingyang said slowly, with a clear mind.

"All right!" Xiao Zhao suddenly gets emotional. He really can't stand the pressure. He is suffering all the time. It's better to go to prison.

"I did it! But I was ordered The man has given up, and now he hopes to take it lightly.

"Who is it?" Mu Jingyang's eyes were sharp in an instant.

"Miss Xiang."