When Ye Zhu Peilin's finger was broken by someone on her way back, the strangest thing was that she didn't have time to see the other person's face clearly before the person disappeared.
Call the police. The police will find nothing when they come.
There were no cameras at the place where the incident occurred. Although there were no cameras at the place where the incident occurred, it was a road with no forks. There were surveillance cameras at both ends not far from the incident place. There was no one else on the surveillance camera at that time except Zhu Peilin.
Although Zhu Peilin repeatedly emphasized that she was cut off by someone, she also named the suspect - Su Miao.
However, the police did not believe her as evidenced by the video and only believed that she wanted to frame others.
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As night falls, the colorful New Year lanterns illuminate the dark night.
Luxury cars gather in front of w bar.
The lights inside the bar are blurry, the dancing is hot, and the waiters shuttle around holding wine glasses.
On the booth in the corner, Mu Cheng was leaning on the sofa in an awkward position, with the wine glass hanging in his hand, and his slightly long bangs covering half of his eyes.
He was dressed casually and still wore many necklaces around his neck. The most eye-catching one was naturally his obsidian earrings, which were still dazzling even in such dim light.
"Mucheng, why are we drinking in the hall? Isn't it better to be upstairs?" Wen Chi put one foot on the edge of the table and swayed the wine in the glass with his hand.
Wearing a black shirt alone, several buttons on the shirt were unbuttoned, revealing a large area of wheat-colored skin, and he had a tough and handsome appearance.
"Don't worry about it, Mosquito. Drinking downstairs every now and then has its own flavor." Xi Feng sat down next to Wen Chi, his hands naturally placed on Wen Chi's shoulders, and his eyes lingered on the dance floor.
Those passionate peach-blossom eyes rested on the beauty on the dance floor, with a just-right smile on the corner of her mouth, sultry like a spring breeze, making people bump into each other.
Wenchi took a sip of the wine in the glass and broke away from Xi Feng's hand in disgust, "If you like it so much, then go ahead. What's the use of just watching here."
"That's superficial. I just want to have an eye addiction and appreciate beautiful things."
Wenchi sneered, "To put it nicely, you are afraid that your Qingmei sister who is studying abroad will ignore you if she finds out."
"I know you still say it."
When Xi Feng heard someone mention his sweetheart, he immediately looked away and no longer looked at the beauty on the dance floor.
"But, Brother Cheng." Looking at Mu Cheng, "Mosquito is right, why should we drink here? This is not your style."
Brother Cheng hates having too many people.
Mu Cheng drank the wine in his glass in one gulp and said, "I called a friend and she said she likes the excitement."
"Friend? Who is it?"
"You'll know when you get here." Mu Cheng pretended.
As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Cheng put down his wine glass and stood up, "Here we come."
He raised his hand and waved to the visitor.
Wen Chi and Xi Feng followed his gaze and looked over.
The visitor was wearing a long red dress, with a graceful figure and a waist as slender as a willow, and high-heeled shoes with thin straps that outlined her delicate ankles.
The long skirt is as passionate as a rose, the skirt floats gracefully when walking, and the delicate and picturesque eyebrows are intertwined with coldness, making people and gods angry with their beauty.
Su Miao approached.
Mu Cheng turned sideways and asked her to sit down, "Wenchi put your dog legs down, they are in the way. Su Miao, please sit down quickly."
Wenchi put down his legs and sat up straight, never taking his eyes away from Su Miao.
When did Mu Cheng meet such a beautiful woman?
Su Miao sat down and lazily found a comfortable position. She looked around the crowd and said, "Xiao Mucheng, why didn't you invite your sister out to play when there is such a good place?"
This is where she should come. Ask her to go to some video game arcade. That's the kind of place Su Yuyan would like.
"Su Miao, you are only a few years older than me." Mu Cheng was dissatisfied with Su Miao adding a small character before his address.
"Let me introduce you to her, her name is Su Miao." She poured wine for Su Miao as she spoke, "This is Wenchi, Xifen."
Su Miao nodded gently at them and raised her hand to take the wine from Mu Cheng.
"Sister Miaomiao, do you have a boyfriend? If so, would you mind having one more?" Xi Feng was wearing a floral shirt, showing half of his collarbone in a coquettish manner.
Wenchi raised his arm back and hit Xi Feng's stomach directly, causing Xi Feng to groan in pain.
"Believe it or not, Sister Qingmei, I told you."
"No, Dad, I was wrong."
Su Miao took a deep breath and frowned unconsciously.
It tastes terrible.
"I don't have a boyfriend yet. Even if I have a sister, I wouldn't mind having one more." He said with a slight pause, "However, you are not my sister's type."
In fact, she knew that Xi Feng was joking. The way he looked at her was too frank, the kind of frankness without any hint of male and female.
"Young Mucheng won't just ask me out for a drink, right?" Mu Cheng has asked her out several times, but she has never agreed.
Mu Cheng sat down and said, "I really need your help with something."
Wenchi looked up at him.
Is there anything Mu Cheng needs her help with?
Can't they help?
Su Miao's slender figure leaned back lazily, in an indescribably casual and leisurely manner, "Let's talk about it."
"Have you ever heard of the CAA competition?"
"You've heard about it a little bit, what?" He took a sip of wine and said, "Are you interested? You probably want me to play this game. I'm not interested in these low-difficulty games."
She thought Mu Cheng wanted her to participate in this competition.
Xi Feng spat out the wine that had just reached his throat with a pop, and looked at Su Miao with strange eyes.
what did she say?
Low difficulty game?
Are you kidding? This game is called low difficulty. This is the ceiling in the Woodcang War game, right?
Although Wen Chi was not as exaggerated as Xi Feng, his face still showed disapproval of Su Miao's words.
"No, I just want you to guide us." Mu Cheng said sincerely.
Xi Feng frowned, "Brother Cheng, have you made a mistake? We are about to compete, so we don't have time to play with her."
Call him tactful, but he didn't say it directly.
To put it mildly, he didn't say it clearly.
"Remember the last time I told you that someone broke my record?" Mu Cheng looked at Xi Feng.
"Is it possible that she was the one who broke your record last time?" Wen Chi was surprised.
Su Miao took out a pack of cigarettes from her small bag, took one out of the cigarette case, held it in her mouth, turned her head slightly to light it, took a puff, and turned to look at Wen Chi, "It's me."
"If you don't accept it, you can try it alone. I'll give you a hand." Smoke filled the sky.
Wenchi: "!!!"
Citrine: "!!!"
So crazy!
"You can give it a try. She didn't play with me seriously last time," Mu Cheng encouraged.
Wenchi shook his head, "Forget it."
Xi Feng curled his lips and said, "Forget it, I still have some ac."
Brother Cheng has already lost, so why should he try?
"No wonder you want to come here to talk about the competition." Wenchi suddenly realized.
Mu Cheng nodded, "She wouldn't even ask her out before. She only agreed if we asked her out to a bar."
Remember, doesn’t she have a son, and she still comes to a place like this?
