"It's just my personal opinion, Su Zheng is Mr. Jiang's person, but Mr. Jiang is helping you clarify like this, if it is not Mr. Jiang's order, I'm afraid it will be Song Bangzhi's meaning, so it's always right to beware of her. ”

Zhuang Shengnan's words are true.

Mu Yunsheng was a little familiar with Su Zheng's name when he heard it.

She remembered.

Isn't that the one who helped Song Bangzhi visit her in a mental hospital?

At the beginning of the car accident, there were only a few people who knew the inside story of this incident, and they could count it on their fingers.

It is not too long before the car accident is blown up, after all, paper can't hold the fire.

Not to mention that Mu Yunsheng and Song Bangzhi have never stopped fighting for so many years.

Whether it's Su Zheng or Song Bangzhi, in fact, it doesn't matter.

What Zhuang Shengnan can find out, Jiang Dushen can also find out.

With a "bang", the door opened.

Mu Yunsheng raised her eyes, the man's tall figure walked towards her unhurriedly, and she said into the phone, "Thank you, sister, I know." ”

She hung up the phone, her peach blossom eyes glowing faintly, "Mr. Jiang helped me like this, aren't you afraid that Miss Song will be angry?"

He stood straight, with a smile spread across his clean, handsome face, "Why should I be afraid of her being angry?"

Jiang Dui suddenly remembered that he never seemed to have told her about his true relationship with Song Bangzhi.

His face was calm, and his dark eyes were pure, "As you said to the reporter, I have nothing to do with her." ”

Nothing?

Does he think she'll believe it?

The cool face evoked indifferent sarcasm, and she smiled, "I'm grateful to Mr. Jiang for helping me, but Mr. Jiang, do you know who broke the car accident?"

Jiang Dushen frowned, he did ask Su Zheng to investigate, but Su Zheng's reply was that he was a black fan reporter of Mu Yunsheng.

"It's a reporter who specializes in picking up your black material. ”

The crimson lips opened instantly, she didn't even bother to add sarcastic mockery, and her smile followed the slightest hint of fakeness, "That's it, but just now the male sister called me and said that the whistleblower is called Su Zheng." ”

Jiang Dushen's eyebrows furrowed suddenly, and his pupils darkened a few degrees.

Her fingers tapped her chin, and her eyebrows twisted slightly, "Mr. Jiang, are you familiar with the name Su Zheng?"

She looked at the man's increasingly dark face, the smile on the corner of her mouth suddenly enlarged, and her gentle and faint voice had no warmth, "I remember that your male assistant seems to be also called Su Zheng, right?

Jiang Dushen didn't say a word, he was only half a meter away from her bed, and he stood there, staring at her motionlessly.

The black and white peach blossom eyes also blinked wide, meeting his gaze.

The silent room didn't seem to see the sparks in their eyes.

He stood, she sat on the bed, he looked at her condescendingly, his thin lips were smiling, "You don't have to be yin and yang, I'll find out." ”

With that, he walked straight over, his hand on her shoulder, and she turned her head to look at him in surprise, "What?"

His cold side face was angular, and his deep voice was still sexy, "Go downstairs to eat." ”

Mu Yunsheng didn't fight anymore and let him hold it.

He carried her downstairs, and just as she thought she would go downstairs so quietly, he suddenly said, "You're too thin." ”

She blinked, "I need to stay in shape." ”

"If you don't eat enough and I'm not satisfied, you just wait for the announcement. ”

Three big question marks appeared on Mu Yunsheng's head, "Why?"

Jiang Dushen put her on the stool, and didn't want to talk to her about a topic, "Dinner." ”