Hearing the words "Brother Ziyu", the man felt bitter in his heart.
He helped Tang Siqi do bad things, but Ye Ranran still wanted to call him Brother Ziyu...
Why is she so kind?
Compared to this, he is simply heinous.
"Ran Ran... I want to talk to you alone." Bian Ziyu said with difficulty.
When she saw Bian Ziyu yesterday, Ye Ranran expected that he would come to find her, so... she did not refuse at the moment.
"Okay, wait for me a moment." Ye Ranran glanced at Xiao Sichen.
Xiao Sichen said nothing and took away half of his hostility towards Bian Ziyu.
Then, I saw Ye Ranran limping out following Bian Ziyu...
Ye Ranran pulled out a chair on the shelf of purple wisteria and sat down slowly. Her little face, unpainted, shone brightly in the sun.
It's splendid and beautiful, and there's a different kind of tranquility.
Bian Ziyu glanced at Ye Ranran's legs, then at her waist and abdomen, remaining silent.
At first, he really thought that Ye Ranran was in serious condition, so he lingered at the hospital gate for a long time.
Later, when he saw Brother Xiao Sichen taking Ye Ranran into the car...he suddenly remembered something...then he realized that Ye Ranran was not injured.
All night long, he was thinking about this.
Why did Tang Siqi harm Ye Ranran, and why Ye Ranran was not really hurt...
"Ye Ranran..." Bian Ziyu said, looking at the girl with a complicated expression.
"Brother Ziyu, you want to ask why I wasn't injured, right?" Ye Ranran asked directly as if she had seen through Bian Ziyu.
Bian Ziyu closed his eyes, finally gave up the last bit of struggle, and said: "Yes... what happened between you and Siqi?
I remember meeting you three years ago...you are still so good..."
Ye Ranran could understand Bian Ziyu's mood. She gathered up the broken hair hanging on her temples and spoke slowly, "Time can change a lot, and it can also allow us to see a person clearly.
Brother Ziyu... maybe from the beginning... the Tang Siqi we knew was not Tang Siqi..."
Bian Ziyu: "I... know."
"You don't know..." Ye Ranran took out her phone and sent the recordings and videos stored in it to Bian Ziyu, "Although it's quite cruel...
But I think you should see it clearly... maybe then you will understand why I deal with her."
Bian Ziyu frowned, and there were two voices in his heart. One told him not to look, and the other told him not to be persistent.
In the end, reason defeated sensibility, and he gently clicked the play button with his finger...
Time passed minute by minute, and Bian Ziyu didn't know how he finally clicked the end button.
He stood there in a daze, touching his pocket many times before finding a box of cigarettes. Then he turned around and faced Ye Ranran with his desolate back.
"Sorry... I want to smoke a cigarette," he said.
Ye Ranran nodded and did not stop him.
With a click, the lighter rang, but even after several attempts, Bian Ziyu failed to light the cigarette.
Finally, he gave up. He turned around excitedly and bowed to Ye Ranran first, "I...shouldn't have helped her yesterday. Fortunately, you were prepared...
Otherwise...I will be an accomplice to your death."
"I don't blame you..." Ye Ranran raised her head, her eyes calm, "After all, you were also used."
"No... you don't understand..." Bian Ziyu didn't know how to explain to Ye Ranran.
He actually had doubts, but he didn't want to admit it. He always took the last bit of luck and told himself again and again... Tang Siqi was not like that.
However, reality slapped him hard.
Tang Siqi...he had never understood this woman.
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Bian Ziyu didn't know how he felt when he left Ran Yuan. He held the steering wheel and had only one thought in his mind. To see Tang Siqi, he must see Tang Siqi!
At eleven o'clock at noon, Bian Ziyu's car parked outside Tang Siqi's house.
He held the steering wheel, with a look of struggle on his face, and finally pushed open the car door, rang the doorbell, and followed the servant in.
Tang Siqi's face was not good because she checked a lot of information yesterday and found that all companies related to her had been hacked by an unknown person.
Her wealth has shrunk by more than half.
"Siqi...you actually wanted to bring bad luck to Ye Ranran yesterday, right?" Bian Ziyu asked when he saw her.
Hearing this, Tang Siqi's face suddenly became even more ugly, "Bian Ziyu, what do you mean? You don't know how good Ran Ran and I are..."
How can you doubt my feelings for Ran Ran? Could it be that in your eyes... I am just a heinous snake and scorpion who will hurt those who are good to me? "
Bian Ziyu knew that Tang Siqi three years ago couldn't do it, but she is different now.
"I listened to the recording today and watched the video... You and Lin Mo'er have indeed met before, and you were even teaching Lin Mo'er what to do." Bian Ziyu said directly.
Tang Siqi's expression changed slightly, but she quickly calmed down again. She held her waist, slowly sat on the sofa, raised her eyes, and looked at Bian Ziyu pitifully.
The voice choked up further: "Brother Ziyu...you believe that recording, right?"
Bian Ziyu looked at Tang Siqi's expression of tears, and clenched his hands into fists at his waist, "The recording will not lie..."
Tang Siqi's tears rolled down instantly, and she pursed her lips and said, "Yes... the recording will not lie, but what if the person who recorded you is lying?
Brother Ziyu, even in underdeveloped areas, there will be voice imitators, let alone in our prosperous country.
Some people can use photos to make me look like me, and some people can directly imitate my voice... You just rely on those voices to sentence me to death...
Isn’t this unfair…does it hurt my heart too much?”
With that said, Tang Siqi stood up and slowly walked towards Bian Ziyu. When he was about to approach him, his body suddenly leaned forward, pretending to be emotional and unsteady.
Bian Ziyu was worried about Tang Siqi and quickly held her waist.
Tang Siqi took advantage of this process and hugged him tightly, taking the opportunity to give him a hug.
When Xinxiang was in his arms, Bian Ziyu's reason began to run away from home. He hugged Tang Siqi uncontrollably and whispered: "Is it really someone else who imitated your voice?"
Tang Siqi grabbed Bian Ziyu's collar, hung her whole body on him, and said softly, "Of course...Brother Ziyu...
I'm not that kind of person... I've known you for so many years, and I've never harmed anyone else, let alone Ran Ran...
You know... even if Ran Ran snatches away the father of my child, I... I don't hate her, let alone planning such a complicated thing to hurt her..."
Bian Ziyu only confirmed one thing in these words, that is: Ye Ranran stole the father of Tang Siqi's child.
"Are you...pregnant?" Bian Ziyu didn't know how she felt when she asked this question.