"Where's the Lele man?" When Wen Jiujiu arrived at the place where Qin Lele lived, he only saw Du Minghan with a stubble on his face and a lost soul.
She searched around and found that all Qin Lele's things were gone, and the things left behind seemed to be things Du Minghan bought for her.
I also contacted Qin Lele on the way here, but I couldn't get through Qin Lele's phone number.
She also became anxious.
Qin Lele's family background is not very good, and she has been relying on Du Minghan to live a good life these years.
She probably didn't save much money. She gave all the money Du Minghan gave her to her grandmother for medical treatment, and she didn't have much money herself.
She would not go home if she ran away, as she would be afraid that her family would worry about her.
If she doesn't go home, she won't have a house or anywhere to go.
Wen Jiujiu stood in front of Du Minghan, frowning and asked, "Where's Lele? She's not in good health, her fever has just gone away, and she doesn't have anywhere to go!"
"I don't know." Du Minghan covered his face with annoyance, "She left a letter and left! You don't know where she went? She has the best relationship with you!"
"How do I know!" Wen Jiujiu growled.
She was so angry that she snatched the letter from Du Minghan's hand and took a look at it.
Qin Lele said that she wanted to end the relationship with Du Minghan. She did not want to continue the relationship. She said that she did not fall in love with Du Minghan, but she did not intend to be a mistress.
Du Minghan didn't have a fiancée before, so she didn't mind her relationship with him, but now she does.
She told Du Minghan not to look for her, and from now on, the bridge will return to the bridge and the road will return.
Wen Jiujiu knew that Qin Lele fell in love with Du Minghan, and knew how sad she felt before writing this letter. She felt that Qin Lele did the right thing, but she didn't feel good about it.
It was clearly Du Minghan who provoked Qin Lele first.
After so many years between the two of them, she always thought that Du Minghan would fall in love with Qin Lele, but she didn't expect that only Lele, a fool, would fall in love with Du Minghan.
Du Minghan hurt her everywhere.
Since you already have a fiancée, why don't you stop provoking Lele?
He wants to provoke her and make love with his fiancée in front of Lele. This is clearly a stab in the heart of Qin Lele, who has fallen in love with Du Minghan.
"Lele's letter has made it clear."
Wen Jiujiu looked at Du Minghan and said, "Since she said it's over, just end it. I'll find Lele, so you don't have to meddle. From now on, she is no longer yours, and you are no longer hers!"
"I haven't agreed!" Du Minghan stood up suddenly, with a fierce look on his face, "I never agreed to her leaving me. She stayed with me when she wanted to be with me. Should she separate when she wants to separate? Why!"
"You have a fiancée, and Lele doesn't want to be a third party." Wen Jiujiu said.
"It's ridiculous, she's just a mistress. What's the difference between being a third party and a fourth party?" Du Minghan sneered, "She needs money, I can just give her money!"
"Du Minghan!" Wen Jiujiu raised his hand and slapped him.
She looked at Du Minghan angrily, "Scumbag! Do you know-"
"what do you know?"
"Forget it, you won't understand even if I tell you!" Wen Jiujiu took a deep breath, her eyes were firm, "Lele is my friend, I will protect her. Since she has decided to separate from you, don't
Provoke her for me!"
"Wen Jiujiu, you dare to yell at me, who do you think you are!"
Du Minghan was already furious, but at this moment he couldn't help but feel angry. When he thought of Qin Lele leaving him, he became extremely depressed.
Wen Jiujiu bumped into the muzzle of the gun, and his anger was directed at Wen Jiujiu, and he grabbed Wen Jiujiu's wrist fiercely.
Men are naturally much stronger than women. Wen Jiujiu was unprepared and felt as if his wrist hurt as if it was about to be broken.
"Let her go!" Just when Jiang Wan was about to stop him, the door was suddenly kicked open.
Fu Sichen was tall, his clothes were soaked, and his elbows were still dripping with blood. He stood at the door like the king of hell, staring at Du Minghan.