It is rare to have a place where Mo Chunshan can show his true colors, and this night's accommodation is extremely luxurious.

He had already booked the most expensive villa in the hotel, with two rooms on two floors, both with a terrace of nearly 100 square meters.

As soon as the door was opened, the heating came to the face, and a large plate of fruit on the coffee table in the living room competed for beauty.

He Wan'er was dumbfounded: "Mr. Mo, I am blessed with a shallow life, and I am afraid that I will die suddenly when I sleep at night with this kind of accommodation standard." Can I apply for a standard room?"

In other words, she is afraid that she can't afford such an expensive room fee.

Mo Chunshan turned his head slightly, hiding the smile on the corner of his lips.

It's good, I'll be poor, it seems that those words at dinner still have some effect.

When he turned his head, his face was full of impatience: "At this time, you know that you have saved it?

"I ......" He Guan'er couldn't say anything to him, so he had to swallow his anger.

The waiter who delivered the luggage glanced at the two people in the center of the living room without a trace, and immediately concluded that Lang was "rich" and beautiful.

He Wan'er easily recovered from the state of being shocked by the luxury of the room, and saw that the waiter thought he was very clever and carried the luggage of the two of them to the master bedroom on the second floor, and hurriedly stopped him: "Put the backpack downstairs, I live downstairs." ”

Of course, the master bedroom should be enjoyed, if there were only two rooms and two people, she would even want to apply to sleep on the sofa - and then deduct the room fee according to the difference, lest she go back to Gyeongju to eat chaff.

Mo Chunshan glanced at her and gave an order to the stupid waiter: "Put the backpack upstairs, so that this lady can't figure out how to jump off the building." Take the suitcase down. ”

He Wan'er was embarrassed, and after a haha, he didn't dare to care about it.

In the bitter cold of the northwest, the best hotel and the best room in the prefecture-level city are outrageously expensive.

But it's quite comfortable.

He Wan'er took a hot bath, dried his hair, turned around and looked at the bathroom larger than his bedroom, and sighed slightly.

It's really Zhumen's wine and meat, and there are frozen bones on the road - well, during her trip this time, she almost became "frozen bones" twice, and this night was luxurious, and she was compensated for being attacked by Mo Chunshan's spirit along the way.

I don't know if this big guy is approaching menopause, and his mood is so up and down, I hope that when he returns to Gyeongju City, he can find an old Chinese medicine doctor to check his pulse and prescribe a few doses of Chinese medicine to calm his mind and take it.

Well, this move will definitely help the stability of Tongcheng Luqiao's stock price, and it seems that she can put in some anonymous letters and make a solemn suggestion to their company.

Speaking of Tongcheng Road and Bridge, she suddenly remembered An Ruoyu, and was immediately very curious, thinking of asking Mo Chunshan to clarify this matter.

However, it was almost twelve o'clock - Mo Chunshan had been driving almost all day, and at this time, she was afraid that she would have rested early, and she ran to disturb the quiet, afraid that she would be sprayed into a sieve.

He Wan'er thought so, but after all, he couldn't be quiet, and he kept fidgeting.

She didn't dare to go downstairs, but she couldn't help but open the door of the bedroom to the terrace, wanting to see from the terrace whether his room below was lit.

As soon as I opened the door, I was blown by the night wind of early winter in the northwest and couldn't find the north.

Outside the door and indoors, the temperature difference of more than 20 degrees, it is simply two worlds.

He Wan'er was frozen by the cold wind, sneezed a few times, and hurriedly wanted to close the door.

But I heard someone's slow voice downstairs: "Are you going to jump off the building?" ”

He Wan'er was stunned, and subconsciously poked his head out, but saw that on the balcony downstairs, Mo Chunshan was sitting on a chaise longue with a glass of wine in his right hand, tilting his head slightly, and his dark eyes were just in line with her sight.

She was embarrassed and laughed: "Mr. Mo, you are here." ”

Mo Chunshan raised his glass to her, and his voice was slow: "Come down, have a drink." ”

He Wan'er should have politely declined, but poked his head out and looked at him secretly, remembered the red wine he had drunk a few days ago, and secretly swallowed his saliva.

Anyway, I already owe 678,000, oh no, now I have to add 3,000, and if I drink another glass of red wine, I can't be considered a lot of debt.

She didn't have time to change her clothes, let alone pamper herself, she was wrapped in a jacket outside her bathrobe, and she looked at her glasses to make sure that there was no large piece of skin exposed, and hurried downstairs.

She was full of the idea of mixing the wine first, but she didn't expect to go downstairs, but she found that the cup Mo Chunshan gave her was not red wine at all, but a reddish-brown liquid.

It seems to be a little hot, and there is a hint of spiciness.

"???" her eyes were full of question marks.

What kind of wine is this? Do you need to drink it hot?

"The new product that just arrived, can you help me try it? He said lightly, taking another sip of red wine.

Seeing that He Wan'er didn't move for a long time, he raised his eyebrows and threatened slightly: "What, are you afraid that I will be poisoned?"

He Wan'er woke up and immediately confessed: "No, no, I just smell the smell." ”

Doesn't it mean that you have to look at the color and smell of the wine first? Although I don't know what kind of wine it is, it's probably the same procedure.

She pretended to be a good person, but when she drank it, she immediately made a bitter face: "What is this?"

A hint of sweetness, mixed with strong and familiar spicy, with a hint of tea.

"The chef made a special old ginger tea. How's it going? Drinking it in a crystal cup, does it have a different flavor?"

The corners of his lips curled slightly, as if he was playing tricks on He Wan'er to make him very happy.

He Wan'er was so angry that he clenched his fists: "Can't you be kind?"

"Kindness?" he raised his eyebrows, "Your self-righteous kindness has helped a lot, such as you broke into the C1 lot ......"

"Okay, okay, don't mention anything about 678,000, okay?" He Wan'er couldn't help but roll his eyes, "I found that An Ruoyu has a problem, it's already amazing!"

Mo Chunshan looked at her for a few seconds, and suddenly laughed: "Is quantum mechanics interesting? Why do you want to teach yourself?"

"Huh?"

He Wan'er couldn't answer again.

She couldn't help but go crazy: "Can you talk well? What does this mean?"

He clenched his fists, covered his lips and coughed softly, "Okay, I mean—you don't take it personally. ”

"Where is the self-control?" He Wan'er was not convinced, puffing out his cheeks.

"The data that An Ruoyu has moved has been corrected long before that day, and the position of the pile is completely fine. This is the true situation after the construction of the C1 lot was stopped two days after it was verified. If you don't believe it, you can entrust your old friends or classmates in the public security system to check it out. ”

Mo Chunshan spoke extremely quickly, without a trace of warmth.

He Wan'er was stunned: "Did you really modify it?"

"How so?" he repeated her words, a little sneering, "I can't hope that the project I value the most will be safe by the whims of a journalist like yours." In short, with or without you, nothing will happen to the C1 bid. ”

He Wan'er squeezed the cup tightly, and it took a while to regain the ability to think.

She took a deep breath and asked slowly, "So, you actually knew that An Ruoyu had a problem?"

Mo Chunshan didn't look at her, let alone deny it, only nodded slightly: "An Ruoyu is a talent, and he is also one of the few people I can look up to in Tongcheng Road and Bridge." I've given him a lot of chances, hoping he'll come back from his mistakes. However, he eventually let me down, sinking into the past, escaping from reality, fantasizing that so-called revenge would make his life worthwhile. ”

He paused and made a four-word comment - "Foolish." ”

"You know, why don't you help him? Give him that opportunity. He Wan'er suddenly felt like a dream.

She couldn't have imagined that Mo Chunshan had already known about it, but she had allowed An Ruoyu to have a chance for revenge, and she was still taking such a big risk, thinking of this, she couldn't help but shudder.

The man in front of him is calm, confident, but ruthless. Since he knows everything, he can have a good talk with An Ruoyu, and he may not be able to persuade him to turn back.

Mo Chunshan handed out a knife instead.

"Do I have an obligation to pull him?" Mo Chunshan seemed to know her thoughts, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "He can choose not to do that, not to go that way, it's not that I'm hurting him." ”

"He has a clear conscience," He Wan'er sniffed and argued forcefully, "He sent the so-called crime notice before committing the crime. It was this announcement that made the national security intervene, thus attracting the attention of the public security and national security. He himself is hesitant and struggling, otherwise why would he make trouble for himself?"

"Do you have a clear conscience?" Mo Chunshan suddenly laughed and drank a sip of red wine from his cup, "Do you think he sent those crime notices? You can go and ask Guoan if he has admitted to this." But it's easy to fake an IP address, at least than it took me a few all-nighters to verify whether An Ruoyu had ever done anything. ”

It took He Waner half a minute to react. The crime notice was sent by Mo Chunshan. It turned out to be him!

"Why are you ......" He Wan'er asked halfway, then he felt that his voice was hoarse, and he couldn't go on.

"Mr. Dongguo or the farmer, I don't want to do it," Mo Chunshan explained to her as if he was very patient, "I won't let him go, but he won't pay any price if the project doesn't have an accident, at most he will be held accountable for not being strict in auditing." And the closed interrogation environment is just right for him to confess everything when he thinks he has succeeded. The only thing I didn't expect was that someone would find out what the problem was before I could reveal the most critical evidence to the police. ”

Speaking of this, he sneered and said, "An Ruoyu has committed suicide, and with this action, he definitely doesn't have the slightest heart to stop." ”

He Wan'er was even more shocked: "You know this?"

"An Ruoyu never thought about turning back from beginning to end, understand?"

As he spoke, Mo Chunshan spread his hands: "The desperate road was chosen by himself, what does it have to do with you, and what does it have to do with me?"

He Wan'er looked at the unusually handsome man in front of him and couldn't help but tremble.

She can understand Mo Chunshan's motives - An Ruoyu has a great hatred for Tongcheng Road and Bridge because of her own experience, and if these hatreds can't be resolved, it is a timed **.

So, when An Ruoyu would not let go of his hatred, Mo Chunshan caused him to show his fox tail and cut himself off.

Mo Chunshan, without a trace of blood on his hands, got rid of a person who was a huge threat to Tongcheng Road and Bridge.

If An Ruoyu knew that his every move was under Mo Chunshan's control and was completely following the script he arranged, would he go crazy?