"Murong Lenghang, you are so stupid. When Mo Qing used a trick to get close to you, not only did she have a boyfriend, but she was also ambiguously involved with her first love. There is all the evidence in this file."
A series of blows made Murong Lenghang feel a little dazed.
He tremblingly opened the file bag that Li Ling had just thrown away. Inside was a thick stack of photos from various angles. There were photos of Mo Qing negotiating with the truck driver. There were also intimate photos of her and composer Han You.
"Qingqing——, you, this——, is this true?" Murong Lenghang turned around and stared at Mo Qing.
Seven years ago, he went to Yucheng to inspect a project.
I met Mo Qing, a well-known singer and actress, at a dinner party. She was young, beautiful, and smart at the time. However, they only met after being introduced at the party.
He didn't take this girl seriously.
However, who would have expected that a week later, as soon as he came out of the hotel, an out-of-control pickup truck suddenly rushed out of the truck and he was about to be hit when he was unable to dodge.
But Mo Qing suddenly rushed over from him and pushed him away. If the driver hadn't stepped on the brakes desperately at the last moment, Mo Qing would have been knocked away on the spot.
However, she still had some scratches on her arms and knees that day.
He accompanied her to the hospital and asked her why she was so stupid.
Mo Qing actually told him with a simple face: "Every life in this world is worth cherishing. When I ran over, I didn't even recognize that person was you."
Murong Lenghang still remembers that Mo Qing's eyes were as pure as the water of a glacier lake, crystal clear to the bottom.
He was deeply attracted to this girl from that moment on. Then, against his family, he doted on her and loved her for seven years.
However, today, Li Ling came up with evidence and said that everything that happened back then was Mo Qing's conspiracy.
Murong Lenghang was about to collapse. He threw the photo directly in front of Mo Qing: "How do you explain these?"
Mo Qing was completely stunned. She didn't expect Li Ling to be able to investigate what happened seven years ago.
She always thought that Li Ling remained silent and allowed Murong Lenghang to keep her outside and take her to various occasions. She was a very cowardly person who was easy to bully!
"I, I, these, these photos are not real. They are all pictures of her, looking for someone to have sex with." Mo Qing also tried to quibble.
Li Ling sneered again: "I pictured it? Okay, this time I will make you give up completely. Let everyone see clearly what kind of person you, Mo Qing, are."
Then, Li Ling took the last file bag from the servant's hand.
"Here is a physical examination photo of Lu Chenyu, the second young master of the Yucheng Lu Group. Lu Chenyu was once Mo Qing's first love. The Lu family inherited that the little toe on his right foot is different from ordinary people. You can all take a look at the difference between Lu Chenyu's little toe and Mo Qing's.
Qing, the so-called son, looks exactly the same."
With that said, Li Ling took out the photos and medical examination receipts and threw them in front of Murong Lenghang for the fourth time.
"Murong Lenghang, you have been deceived for so many years. You have raised a son for others for seven years. You have been deceived by this woman. I, Li Ling, don't care about a stupid man like you. Don't you want a divorce? I agree. This is
I have already signed the divorce agreement." Li Ling finally took the signed divorce agreement from the servant, walked over, and placed it in front of Murong Lenghang.
Then, she stood up, held her head high, and left the magnificent hall of Murong's house gracefully without looking back.
