Mr. Huang is now in a state of suspicion. Looking at their state, he subconsciously feels that they are covering up something, and the suspicion in his heart is only increasing.
He hid all his emotions, pulled Yang Qingyue over, stretched out his hands to rub her shoulders and waist in front of the housekeeper, "Go, bring me some wine."
Mr. Huang lowered his head, his eyes fell on Yang Qingyue, but he glanced at the housekeeper from the corner of his eye.
I don't know if it was because he was suffering from a paranoia, or if there was something fishy going on, but at that moment, Mr. Huang saw a strange look in his eyes.
Between jealousy and possession.
This glance made Mr. Huang frightened. He grabbed Yang Qingyue's hand unconsciously and squeezed her hard, causing the person to scream in pain.
Mr. Huang was brought back to his senses by her voice, and immediately afterwards, fear overflowed from the bottom of his heart. You must know that he had trusted the housekeeper very much before, and even gave him full authority to take care of the house.
If he really had other thoughts and wanted to murder himself, wouldn't it mean that he didn't even know how to die?
The butler quickly turned around to get the wine, leaving Mr. Huang sitting on the sofa, thinking that perhaps it was due to excessive pressure. He felt pain all over his body and his breathing became rapid.
"Huang, Mr. Huang, what are you thinking about?" Yang Qingyue found that something was wrong with his expression and was inexplicably worried, so she asked tentatively.
Mr. Huang came back to his senses, forced himself to suppress all kinds of emotions, and then said perfunctorily, "It's okay." He lowered his head and stared at Yang Qingyue carefully.
I hadn't noticed it just now, but now I saw that the lipstick on the corners of Yang Qingyue's lips was obviously a little smudged, but he didn't touch her mouth at all just now.#@$&
"Sir, the wine is here."
Just at this time, the butler came back with drinks, with his usual smile on his face.
Mr. Huang stared at it, feeling more and more weird.
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After Gu Jingting finished dealing with Rong Luoyin, he directly threw the evidence he obtained to Xiang Chen and said, "Go to the police station and settle the next matter. Within two hours, I want to see the whole matter clarified."
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"Okay." Xiang Chen nodded.
With all the evidence in hand, the solution is very simple.
Gu Jingting separated from him directly outside Rong's house and went all the way back to Song Qiao's house. When she knocked on the door and entered, Mrs. An was obviously surprised.
She thought that if Gu Jingting left today, he would not come back.
"Miss Song is still sleeping." Aunt An said, "Qiqi and Xiaotang are reading in the room. Do you think you should go in to find them, or sit outside for a while?"
Gu Jingting tilted his head and said, "I'm going to see Qiao Qiao. Just be busy."
"Hey, that's okay." Aunt An nodded.
As she walked towards the kitchen, she looked back at Gu Jingting, with some confusion in her eyes.
Although Song Qiao seems to have accepted him now, it seems that the two of them have not confirmed their relationship yet. Is it inappropriate to let him into the room directly?
However, Gu Jingting's momentum was so strong that at that moment, Aunt An was unable to think of any other thoughts.
It seems inappropriate to stop it now after reacting.
Amidst Aunt An's various entanglements, Gu Jingting walked into Song Qiao's room.
The curtains were drawn inside, blocking out all light. Only the faint light poured in from the gaps, vaguely outlining the outlines of various objects in the room.
Gu Jingting walked directly to the bed. Before he could make any move, he heard a woman's vague voice, "Are you back?"
These four simple words suddenly struck Gu Jingting.
Her question was as if the two of them had already lived together. Then, in the calm evening, he came home from get off work, and the people at home were waiting expectantly.
He bent down and asked quietly, "Do you know who I am?"
Song Qiao was actually a little drowsy in his sleep, but he was conscious. When he heard the question, he laughed out loud, turned his head and opened his eyes to look at him, "Who else would enter my room besides you?"
"Don't Mrs. An and the others usually come in?" Gu Jingting asked.
Song Qiao took a good nap and felt quite refreshed. However, he was still lazily and his voice was prolonged, "Come in, but I want to rest today. They won't come in to disturb me."
Gu Jingting caught the words in her words, "It seems you dislike me disturbing you?"
He narrowed his eyes slightly and suddenly stretched out his hand to pinch Song Qiao's chin.
Gu Jingting had just come back from outside, with the coldness of winter still on his fingertips, which instantly woke Song Qiao up. She trembled and brushed her hand away.
"I just accidentally said the wrong thing, why are you taking revenge?" She scolded.
Gu Jingting's hand failed and he didn't continue, "I forgot, it wasn't intentional."
Song Qiao didn't believe it. She slowly sat up, moved some distance to the inside, stretched out her hand and patted the free space, "Sit down, how are things going?"
Gu Jingting thought of what happened at Rong's house and said slowly, "It's basically settled. If nothing else happens, there should be some good things to watch in the next few days."
"What's the show?" Song Qiao became interested.
After all, it was closely related to her, so Gu Jingting didn't give in and simply recounted the whole incident to Song Qiao.
"Then there is indeed something good to watch." Song Qiao raised his eyebrows.
Rong Luoyin and Yang Qingyue teamed up to deal with her this time, but both of them have profit-oriented personalities. Now that Gu Jingting has intervened, they are bound to fight.
Thinking of this, Song Qiao couldn't help but clapped her hands, "That's great, it saves you from wasting your energy on such things again."
Gu Jingting smiled and said nothing.
After Song Qiao finished speaking, there was no sound in the room for a while. She gradually came to her senses and began to feel a little embarrassed to stay like this, so she took the initiative to suggest, "Let's go out."
She said, wanting to get up and walk out.
The room was dim, and Song Qiao couldn't see Gu Jingting's movements clearly, but subconsciously thought he had gotten up, so he crawled to the bed.
Unexpectedly, within two steps, her hand was pressed on the man's leg. The touch was hard but a little soft, making Song Qiao a little frightened, and she subconsciously wanted to retreat.
At the same time, Gu Jingting didn't know what he was doing and just lowered his head.
After hearing a muffled "bang" sound, the back of Song Qiao's head hit Gu Jingting's chin, and both of them gasped in pain at the same time.
"Do you want to commit murder?" Gu Jingting's voice dropped, with a hint of gritted teeth.
The location where Song Qiao hit her was a bit hard. Although she felt a little bit, it wasn't that painful. She quickly recovered and hurriedly stepped back, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't see it just now."
After she finished speaking, she groped randomly on the wall, trying to turn on the bedside lamp.
But there was Gu Jingting between her and the wall. As a result, her entire body crashed into his arms, her lips brushed against a certain place, and the body of the man beneath her instantly stiffened.
Before Song Qiao could react, he was suddenly pushed down.
