Sweetheart,Come Back!

The old man should have something else to do.

It should have something to do with anyin.

Not to raise Qin Jian, but to do something to make Qin Jian miserable, dushulan heart will not be good.

Qin Jianan is heartbroken for his son and his wife. If Mu Shulan doesn't mention it, he doesn't ask more questions and no longer increases his wife's pain.

It's up to dushulan to do it. With his understanding of dushulan, there are some things that can be supplemented.

If he forced to stop, let the old man think that dushulan can not do this, will let others do it.

When the time comes, it will be more troublesome to have a dark eye.

In any case, Qin Jian and an Yin must cross the ridge between them.

****

when Shan Qinqin came out of the Wangs' house, he forgot to change his clothes. He was wearing a sexy nightgown, twisting two suitcases and standing at the intersection waiting for the bus.

The wind at the intersection is very strong, and Shan Qin is cold enough to hold his arm and shiver. He is very embarrassed.

A car stops in the place not far away from Shan Qinqin.

Mu Jiayin sits in the car and appreciates Shan Qinqin's embarrassed appearance.

When you are down to this end, you should hate anyin deeply.

Mu Jiayin picked up her mobile phone and sent a message to Shan Qinqin: I have an Yin's information, can let her fall from the sky to the ground, are you interested?

Shan Qinqin couldn't wait for the car. She was impatient. Suddenly, a text message came in. She thought it was the people of the Wang family who regretted driving her out, so she quickly opened the SMS.

It's not Wang Wenyu's phone number, not even anyone's mobile phone number.

It's a completely unfamiliar number.

Shan Qinqin after the spam SMS, unspeakable disappointment.

Usually, she would not read this kind of short message without knowing the number, but there was nothing to do at this time. She could open the message at will.

The content of the message sent her heart pounding.

Quick reply: who are you?

Mu Jiayin looks at Shan Qinqin's urgent appearance in the car and smiles with satisfaction: it doesn't matter who I am. The important thing is that I can give you news if you dare to spread it out.

Shan Qinqin's heart beat faster. She wanted to clean up anyin when she died, but she didn't completely lose her mind because of hatred. She continued to reply: how can I know whether your material is true or not.

Mu Jiayin: absolutely true.

Shan Qinqin: you can't even say who you are. How can I believe you?

Mu Jiayin: the news is for you. Believe it or not.

Shan Qinqin has not had time to reply, another message sent, she opened the message.

It's a long message.

After reading the news, Shan Qinqin's eyes were bright.

Shan Qinqin was just about to read the message again when a taxi stopped in front of her.

Shan Qinqin waited for a long time to wait for the car, the car left, she did not know how long to wait.

He threw the trunk into the car and got on the car.

Take out the mobile phone to read the text message again, eyes flash hate.

Anyin, you're dead.

The evening Jiayin looks at the taxi that Shan Qinqin rides far away, the corner of her mouth arouses a smile of success.

****

Mu Shulan's brain is in a mess.

She didn't deal with anyin. In the end, she was a villain, but how or how.

If you want to solve the problem perfectly, you have to think about it carefully, so as not to be the same as last time.

Evening Shu Lan rubbed a headache forehead, suddenly mobile phone "Ding" ground.

She opened her eyes and clicked on the text message.

Seeing the content of the message, his face changed.

"What's the matter?" Qin Jianan looks at his wife.

"I don't know who sent the message." Dushulan took a deep breath and calmed down her mood.

PS: good night.