Outside the window, the moonlight is like frost, and the silvery mist gathers on the pale jasmine flowerbed. There is no romance of poetry, no fragile elegance, just paleness. Flowers without souls and flowers that have lost their charm are just white remains.
, it is meaningless to him.
He knew that this chess game was a true master's game, and life and death could only happen in a blink of an eye.
But he didn't expect that someone was faster than him. Just when he was about to make a move, a big black hand struck decisively, disrupting the brief peace between the two parties caused by Zi Mo's illness.
Murong Qingzhen received the tape in his office, neatly packaged as a courier, and the delivery address showed that it was a five-star hotel in this city.
He didn't think much about it at the time and just handed it over to his secretary as usual. Within a few minutes, the secretary knocked on his door with a red face and whispered: "President, there is a line on this tape. Look at it."
Do you want to take a look at it yourself?"
His secretary is a middle-aged woman in her forties. She is capable and well-organized and would not easily have such an expression.
So he nodded and motioned for her to bring in the tape.
The line of words on it made his handsome face turn cold.
To be precise, it's just a line of address and time.
But he remembered clearly that it was the first night he spent with Jiang Zimo on Qingchuan Island.
When he stayed at the hotel, he had obviously checked the room thoroughly, but why? There was such a box of tapes?
A trace of anger and fear grabbed his heart like an invisible hand. An incredible suspicion suddenly flashed through Murong Qingzhen's mind. He tried hard to shake his head in denial, but the struggle was too weak, and it only increased his own
Pain and pleasure like "cat playing with mouse".
Finally, he stepped forward, picked up the CD, and walked to the theater area 10 meters to the left.
Turn on the computer, load the disc, and play.
What was playing in the LCD player was darkness, and there was a strange and enchanting breathing sound in the darkness. Murong Qingzhen frowned subconsciously. Then the camera slowly found the large window beside the window through the hazy moonlight.
The intertwined figures were performing a blushing passionate drama. If the room in the dark only gave him a slightly familiar feeling, then when the camera zoomed in, he could no longer ignore the familiar face he saw with his eyes.
That's his face, that's his body, that's the night he and A'Zi spent in the hotel.
That was their first night.
Why is this happening? What went wrong?
His fingers began to tremble unconsciously, and the gasping sound in the player became more and more intense. You could even hear the suppressed pain of the female voice and the passionate low roar of the male voice. With a push of his fingers, Murong Qingzhen finally closed the screen. Humiliation, anger,
The embarrassment was like a knife striking straight at the calmness and calmness that had been so hard to disguise.
His office was a full eighty square meters, but at this moment, the still air and the rain that pattered on the ground outside seemed to be like an invisible hand, tightening around his throat.
.
Then, his direct line phone rang.
When he picked up the phone, sure enough, a familiar voice came from the phone.
"You are following us." Murong Qingzhen's voice was full of dangerous stagnation, and his eyes were flashing with rage like a storm.