If Gu Jinmo was such a person, Gu Jinxiao could have found Zhang Lan to help him instead of hiding in Tibet for so many years.
Although she didn't know what happened back then, if Gu Jinmo was really such a person, he wouldn't give up everything about the Gu family so quickly.
As soon as she posted this on Weibo, what awaited her was not belief, but endless abuse.
Seeing those vicious words, Wen Yan's nose felt sore.
Gu Jinmo died and his relatives left him. No one spoke for him except himself.
Once he died, the truth was buried.
What happened to Gu Jinxiao made her heart beat so fast that she didn't even notice it until she reached the bus stop.
Suddenly, a voice shouted:
"You are Wen Yan!"
One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and suddenly everyone looked at her.
Wen Yan, the ex-wife of the murderer Gu Jinmo?
Nowadays, everyone is holding a mobile phone, Gu Jinxiao is broadcasting live again, and Kyoto is a city where online entertainment spreads quickly. Wen Yan's appearance quickly ignited the anger of the young people present.
"Your ex-husband is like that and you still speak for her, why are human meat buns so delicious?"
"If you speak for him like this, Gu Jinmo will give you a lot of inheritance, right?"
"The parties involved have come forward to reveal the truth, but you are still telling lies, and your conscience has been eaten by dogs!"
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These people gradually gathered around, Wen Yan gritted his teeth and slowly backed away.
The crowd became more and more agitated, and no one knew who was responsible. When a water bottle was thrown at her, countless rubbish was also thrown at her.
At the critical moment, a hand grabbed her wrist and helped her avoid a water bottle.
"Get in the car."
The man's low voice contained suppressed anger.
Wen Yan's mind went blank, he glanced at the man, gritted his teeth, and followed him into the Rolls-Royce next to him.
In the driver's seat, Jin Zhanmo was wearing sunglasses and a mask, with a faint chill coming from his body.
Wen Yan took a few deep breaths, adjusted his breathing, and said thank you softly.
Jin Zhanmo wore black gloves and put them casually on the steering wheel. He tilted his head slightly: "Where do you want to go, Miss Xie?"
His voice was low and low, with a hint of nasality, making him appear loose and lazy.
Wen Yan looked at the people in the rearview mirror, and the people inside were also looking at her.
Thick sunglasses could not hide his captivating eyes.
A pebble fell into the calm lake in her heart, dancing gently and creating ripples that grew bigger and bigger.
Her voice was hoarse: "Fujing Street."
Fui Street is the most prosperous street in Kyoto. It has a century-old history and is home to various department stores.
Jin Zhanmo said nothing, stepped on the accelerator, and the car slid out smoothly.
There was a lot of traffic outside the window, and the setting sun was cut into pieces through the glass window and fell into the car, casting a layer of afterglow on her quiet profile.
"Miss Xie." There was no emotion in Jin Zhanmo's voice, "Do you believe what Gu Jinxiao said?"
Wen Yan slowly raised his eyes, revealing a pair of bright eyes as clear as water under his long eyelashes.
"Don't believe it."
The sunset was a bit dazzling, so she squinted slightly: "Gu Jinmo is not such a person."
She had been with him for three years, so she couldn't say she fully understood him, but she was still sure of his basic character.
Gu Jinmo had many shortcomings, but when it came to human life, he would not be so careless.
Gu Jinmo looks bright and bright on the surface, but in fact he has been living in the shadow of Gu Jinxiao.
If he could exchange his life for his life, Gu Jinmo would definitely choose to sacrifice himself.
Thinking of the figure that rushed towards him without hesitation, Wen Yan pursed his lips and his heart ached.
Gu Jinxiao did not hesitate to smear his younger brother in order to regain his identity, so he seemed like a truly unscrupulous person.
"I didn't expect Miss Xie to believe in Gu Jinmo's character so much. It's really touching." There was no emotion or anger in Jin Zhanmo's voice, "Now that Gu Jinmo has become a rat crossing the street, everyone is shouting and beating him up. Probably only Miss Xie is willing."
Trust him."
The last voice had a hint of melancholy.
In fact, he also watched Gu Jinxiao's live broadcast.
When he found out that Gu Jinxiao was alive, he was so happy that he stayed up all night. However, with further investigation and deeper understanding, he found that Gu Jinxiao had been waiting for an opportunity.
If he didn't die, Gu Jinxiao would also find ways to make him "die".
In that fire, Gu Jinxiao sacrificed himself to save him. When he walked out of the house, the house had collapsed. There was no such thing as Gu Jinxiao saying that he framed him.
What is Gu Jinxiao’s purpose?
Why do you have to fake your death when you are clearly not dead?
Thinking that his closest brother was a stranger to him, Jin Zhanmo's aura was frighteningly gloomy.
Feeling the coldness on his body, Wen Yan pursed his lips, closed his eyelids, and rested his mind.
Soon we arrived at Fujing Street.
The car stopped and she quickly got out of the car. When she closed the car door, Jin Zhanmo asked again: "Do you really believe that Gu Jinmo is a good person?"
Wen Yan's expression paused, and then he smiled: "I believe it."
If Gu Jinmo was a bad person, he would not have protected her for three years after being married for three years.
She once thought that Gu Jinmo and Su Qianqian teamed up to kill her grandmother, until Xu Zenian told the truth.
It turns out that Gu Jinmo really wasn't involved, and the person behind it was more like Gu Jinxiao.
Gu Jinmo was reluctant to marry her at the beginning. A marriage without emotional foundation should not be extravagant in love.
In that marriage, it was not Gu Jinmo who was wrong, but her.
It's because she's too demanding.
Wen Yan's heart ached slightly and his tone was gentle: "Mr. Jin, thank you for your help."
The meeting time was approaching, and if it weren't for him, she might still be stuck at the bus stop.
Jin Zhanmo said softly, "Hmm", and the corners of his lips could not help but rise slightly.
She said she believed him.
These two simple words were like hot flames, dispelling the coldness of his days.
Wen Yan walked briskly towards another alley.
Shortly after she left, Xue Ziqi walked quickly to the car with her bag in hand and gently knocked on the window.
"Mr. Jin..."
The car window slowly rolled down. Today, Xue Ziqi had specially dressed up. Her makeup was thicker than usual. She had a white fur coat on her shoulders and her hair was styled into big waves. At first glance, she looked a bit bright.
"It's just a few steps from this alley." Xue Ziqi glanced at the entrance of the alley with a deliberately flattering tone, "My friend got us two tickets, so we can sneak in."
She straightened her wrist, revealing the golden ticket on her sleeve.
As expected of the "W" organization, even the admission tickets are made in the form of solid gold with diamonds, leaving no chance for imitation at all.
Jin Zhanmo took off his sunglasses with one hand, revealing his handsome eyebrows, and his slender black eyes contained a sharp edge.
Seeing that Jin Zhanmo remained silent, Xue Ziqi's palms became slightly sweaty.
"Mr. Jin, the meeting is about to start."
Jin Zhanmo looked like he had no intention of getting out of the car. If he missed this time, it would be difficult to get in again.
"Don't worry, with these two coupons, no one will doubt our identity."
She knew that Gu Jinmo had always wanted to know Wen Yan's status and identity in the organization. As long as he stepped into the door of the meeting, he could learn everything about the "W" organization.
Her friends have found out Wen Yan's identity and said that her relationship with several men in the organization is ambiguous.
Just as she had guessed, Wen Yan was not a serious person in the organization at all, but Xiaomi, who relied on men to get to her position.
She couldn't wait for Gu Jinmo to take a look and see how dirty there was under Wen Yan's gentle and pure skin.
"Mr. Jin..."
Seeing that Jin Zhanmo's hand was still on the steering wheel, Xue Ziqi said anxiously: "If you don't go in, it will be too late!"
Thank you for not having time to steal Mibao’s monthly pass.