512. Chapter 512 There is a kind of mourning cry: admire Fan 31
The moment she regained consciousness, she rushed down, threw herself on Yang Mufan, and asked emotionally: "Yang Mufan, what's wrong with you?! How could you be hurt?! What happened?!"
The moment Tianhu, who had already lost his mind, saw Mu Wanqing, his already blood-red eyes suddenly shot out with two blazing fire dragons.
He rushed forward with an angry step, grabbed her wrist, and with a strong force, he pushed her to the ground.
With a ferocious face, she roared twistedly: "Mu Wanqing, don't come here so fucking hypocritically, get out of here, don't touch me, brother!!!"
Mu Wanqing fell to the floor in embarrassment and flew forward a full three meters.
Although the floor was covered with expensive plush carpets, which could cushion her contact with the ground to a certain extent, the floor was still a floor, and its nature was to be hard. In addition, Mu Wanqing was thrown so far, so Mu Wanqing still fell hard.
My brain is buzzing.
She was a little confused.
I have no idea what happened to Tianhu.
Although she knew that Tianhu had always had a grudge against her and had always disliked her, it was the first time that he had hit her like this.
She quickly turned her head to look at them, and then she realized that Nan Juefeng and Wei Yutian, who were usually nice to her, were staring angrily at her with eyes so cold that they wanted to tear her into pieces.
Mu Wanqing lay on the carpet and felt countless gloomy cold winds blowing into her limbs and bones, making her take a breath of cold air.
"What happened?!" Mu Wanqing bit her lips and was silent for a long time before asking in a low voice.
Her eyes glanced at Tianlang and Tianbao, who were skillfully helping Yang Mufan retrieve bullets and stop the bleeding.
However, after hearing Mu Wanqing's question, Tianhu immediately laughed sarcastically.
He stood in the hall, sneered disdainfully, and then rushed to her at lightning speed, took out the black pistol in his waist, and pressed the muzzle of the gun heavily against her forehead.
He gritted his teeth in a hazy tone and said, "You actually have the nerve to ask 'what happened'?! Aren't you supposed to know best?!"
"..." Mu Wanqing stared at Tianhu, "I don't understand what you are talking about!!"
"Don't understand?!" Tianhu snorted coldly and said viciously, "Still pretending to be stupid?! Mu Wanqing, are you not crying without seeing the coffin?! Okay, I will let you die plainly.
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After saying this, Tianhu suddenly stood up, rushed to Yang Mufan, took off the customized watch he was wearing on his wrist, and threw it roughly in front of Mu Wanqing.
She yelled angrily: "Mu Wanqing, tell me, did you tamper with my second brother's watch and put a tracker in it?!"
"..." The moment Mu Wanqing saw the watch, her face, which had no color at all, instantly turned paler.
Ke Qingtian was worried about Yang Mufan's activities last night and temporarily changed his route, so he asked her to install a tracking device in the accessories he carried with him to facilitate control of his movements.
Who do you admire? The tracker was installed on his clothes, pants, and shoes, and it wasn't discovered immediately?!
Then, she remembered: Yang Mufan had the habit of wearing the same watch. Every time he took a shower, he would always take off the watch and put it in the cloakroom.
Initially, she was a little worried that the tracker would still be discovered if it was placed in the watch. However, when she took the watch apart and saw the structure inside, she felt more relieved.
