Bo Zhanye frowned, looked at Sheng Chen, and said, "Bai Guan'er.
She is probably not dead yet, and she has an inheritance in her hands, and enough money to do whatever she wants. When she was asked to leave the Imperial City, she had a grudge and was highly suspected of committing a crime."
Sheng Chen exhaled a puff of smoke: "What you said makes sense, but the object of my suspicion is not her, but Fei'er."
Mayfair?
Bo Zhanye was stunned for a moment: "She risked her own life to save me, how could she..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly understood Sheng Chen's meaning, and all the rest of the words were cut off in his throat, so he turned to:
"Are you saying that she directed and acted this scene herself? She originally wanted to kill my wife, but something unexpected happened and the person standing below was me, so she deliberately came to save her. Not only did she use a cruel trick to win sympathy, but she also took the opportunity to clear herself from suspicion.
?”
Sheng Chen nodded: "That's right. I think she has more motive for committing the crime than Bai Guan'er, who has disappeared. After all, she failed in her pursuit of you before you got married. After that, she could only watch you marry your younger siblings, even though she felt unfair.
In short, no matter who you are, you must pay extra attention, as uncertain factors are often the most dangerous."
Bo Zhanye recognized this truth very much.
His gratitude towards Song Feier suddenly turned into suspicion: "Don't worry, Mo Nanxi will be investigated tonight."
‘Ding dong ding dong ding~~’ After the words fell, a cell phone rang.
It belongs to Sheng Chen.
He took it out, and when he saw the call, he smiled. He swiped to answer the call, and his voice was very gentle: "I'll be back soon. Well, okay."
That gentle look is completely beyond any time and subverts the perception.
Even though Bo Zhanye has been a brother for many years, he has rarely seen him smile so happily and tenderly, and asked:
"Whose phone number?"
Sheng Chen put away his cell phone, and his tone was one part helpless, two parts proud, three parts happy, and four parts pampering:
"Yanran. Didn't it snow on the night you got married?
My car skidded on the way to take her back, and I almost had an accident. I protected her first in times of crisis. She finally moved and gave me a chance to get back together.
But surprisingly, she would call me to care about me in the past two days and urge me to go back. I guess she was scared that day and was always worried that I would be in danger on the road, or that getting back together would be like a newlywed, and she would be clingy.
Why, it’s so late, and your sister-in-law didn’t call or send you a message?”
Bo Zhanye was stopped by the best sentence.
Originally, he wanted to tell Sheng Chen, but now his mind was filled with Fu Xixi's tolerance and he ignored him.
As a newlywed wife, isn't it right to urge her husband to come home?
What's more, it was already ten o'clock in the evening and he was still in another woman's ward.
Seeing the doting happiness on Sheng Chen's lips, Bo Zhanye felt like he was falling into an ice cave. He felt very uncomfortable and said bitterly:
"I sent it. I have sent several messages so far this afternoon. Why didn't I send it?"
Sheng Chen was immersed in the warmth and did not hear the bitter smile in his words, so he smiled:
"Then go back. Women are all the same. If you go back a minute late, your mind will be filled with thoughts, thinking that we are hugging each other.
This time, I will not let go of Yanran, and you should also cherish your siblings."
After saying that, he walked away.
Bo Zhanye's tall and slender figure stood in the middle of the night, looking increasingly condensed and lonely.
He took out his phone and looked at the empty screen, feeling disappointed.
Normally, he would think she is sensible and obedient, but the matter between Fu Xixi and Nan Jingting has not been explained clearly.
He didn't know whether she was sensible and understanding, or whether she didn't care about his husband?