Chapter 45 (1/2)

After Tang Xinyan is taken away by the police, Fu sichen and Fu Sijing follow the ambulance to the hospital.

Knowing that he Meijuan had only a slight concussion and no fracture in her arm and leg, Fu sichen was relieved. He asked Fu Sijing to stay in the hospital. He rushed back to Fu's house without stopping.

All the servants were called to the villa hall, and he interrogated one by one with a gloomy and handsome face.

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Yi mansion, box 1.

Chi Zhiheng has played several rounds of mahjong. He is lucky today and has won a lot of money. His thin lips are biting cigarettes, and his eyes are filled with evil smiles.

Spit out the smoke, he looked at the Xinchang man standing near the window.

Today, Mo Chi Wei is wearing a black shirt with a stiff collar. His sleeve is rolled up to his arm. He has a cigarette in his right hand and his left hand is inserted in his trouser pocket. He is wearing a low-key luxury brand watch on his wrist.

Chi Zhiheng can see that he is not in a good mood these days.

There seems to be a dull smell on my body.

Something's wrong. Something's very wrong.

”Liuzi, come and fight for me.”

Chi Zhiheng went to Mo Chi Wei's side, and his beautiful eyebrows were slightly picked. ”What's the matter, fourth brother?”

Standing still, the man took back his sight from the dark night outside the window. He flicked the ash from his fingertips and said faintly, ”it's OK.”

Chi Zhiheng won't believe that he's OK. He squints at the peach blossom eyes of evil spirit, ”won't he be rejected by a woman? Because Fu sichen, the wife you touched? ”

Mo Chi Wei's eyes were a little deep, and his thin lips were pressed into a straight line. After a long silence, he said, ”I mentioned marriage to her.”

Chi Zhiheng was shocked in disbelief.

Just about to say something, Lu Zishen pushed open the box door and came in.

”Just released the son of the song group on bail from the police station. That boy is really a black sheep.” Lu Zishen went to Chi Zhiheng and Mo Chiwei. He had a handsome face with glasses, gentle and elegant. ”Fourth brother, I saw the little woman you held in your arms that night.”

Mo Chi Wei lifted his eyes and glanced at Lu Zishen. The lines of his beautiful face were slightly stretched, ”what do you mean?”