Mu Wanqing stood blankly at the door of the coffee shop, watching the big raindrops falling, the street with people coming and going quickly became empty, and there was a deathly silence in her eyes.
She didn't know how long she stood at the door, planning to re-enter the coffee shop and wait for the rainstorm to end.
But the moment he turned around, he saw from the corner of his eye: Wei Zhehan was running in despite the heavy rain.
"Qingzi, what did my mother say to you?!" Wei Zhehan ran over and asked breathlessly.
His tone and expression were very anxious.
Mu Wanqing raised her head and looked at him who was in a state of distress due to the rain. She suddenly raised a bright smile and said, "I didn't say anything. She just asked me if I was doing well recently and when I would go back to Wei's house to have dinner with her.
"
Wei Zhehan didn't believe a word of Mu Wanqing's words.
His chest heaved violently and he gasped: "Haruko, listen to me, no matter what my mother, my father, or my grandfather says to you, don't take it to heart, do you understand?
! They don’t understand the situation and are talking nonsense. Also, Qingzi, you believe me, I will definitely protect you and never let you be harmed in the slightest."
Mu Wanqing stared at him for a moment, then nodded heavily: "Well, I believe you!"
Seeing his agreement, Wei Zhehan's frown, which had been furrowed, relaxed a little...
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Night, deep darkness.
Fairview City.
study.
Yang Mufan sat at his desk and stared at the ten tapes stacked in front of him for a long time.
The cigarette held between the index and middle fingers of the left hand, Sparks, flickered in and out of the dark room, and circles of white smoke slowly rose into the air in a spiral manner.
Like a sculpture, Yang Mufan was stiff for a long time. Only then did Yang Mufan move his body, raise his hand, take a long drag on the cigarette, then put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, stood up quickly, inserted the tape into the video recorder, and then leaned heavily on it.
I sat on the chair, took the remote control board, and started checking the videos one after another.
His dark and sharp cold eyes locked on every scene that appeared on the screen, not even the smallest details were missed.
The first video is from the entrance of 8056.
It was clearly recorded that Shen Mengxin helped the drunken man into the room, but there was no trace of Mu Wanqing.
I looked at it several times and couldn't find any clues.
Yang Mufan leaned forward and took out the tape, then checked the other tapes.
Still nothing unusual.
Until I checked the last tape, the surveillance tape at the entrance of the lobby, I glanced at the corner of the surveillance screen and saw two figures entering the hotel one after another. Yang Mufan's brown pupils suddenly tightened...
At ten o'clock in the evening, when De's wife was delivering milk to Yang Mufan on time, as soon as she walked to the door, she heard a loud "pop" in the study, and something hit the wall and broke into pieces.
I couldn't help but shudder.
She carefully knocked on the door, and when she opened it, she saw at a glance: Yang Mufan was sitting with his back to the door.
Although she couldn't see Yang Mufan's expression, she could clearly feel a powerful cold aura spreading in the air little by little...
However, at this moment, Yang Mufan's eyes were gloomy and his face was ashen.
Although the surveillance video in Volume 10, the scene in the corner was very blurry and flashed by, he still recognized it at a glance: those two figures were none other than Wei Zhehan and Mu Wan.
clear.
Since they keep saying that there is nothing wrong between the two of them, then what are they doing in the hotel at the same time?!
How ironic.
The most ironic thing was not their lies, but that he admired Fan, and faced their deception, he forced himself to believe it again and again, and even foolishly wanted to investigate everything that happened three years ago.
.
He is really crazy...
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