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Six o'clock in the morning.

The night gradually receded, the clouds on the horizon were half white and half gold, and the clear spring sky began to appear.

In the living room on the twenty-ninth floor, the heavy curtains hid the light from the sky, and the room was still thick and dark.

The briquette had woken up, and it had walked past the corner, all in pitch black, except for the yellow pupils of its eyes.

It stretched out its voice and shouted, and suddenly saw a black shadow on the sofa in the living room, and immediately stopped vigilantly, its back slightly arched, and the shining Yang Jing was like two small lanterns in the dark, which was especially eye-catching.

When it realized who was in the couch, its muscles relaxed, and it walked silently around the corner of the wall with cat steps, as if nothing had happened.

He Wan'er curled up in the sofa, his back tensed, his eyes focused on the empty coffee table.

The place where Mo Chunshan lives, just like his coldness, has very few things in the 600-odd square meters, and it is all black and gray tones.

In the dim light, the colors were especially cold in her eyes, as warm as the palms of her hands.

She shuddered, and then heard the sound of a soft unlock coming from the direction of the door behind her.

Mo Chunshan pushed the door into the house and turned on the light, but before he could change his shoes, he had already seen the figure looking back on the sofa.

He was slightly stunned: "Got up so early?"

As he spoke, he changed his shoes and stepped forward a few steps, stood five or six meters away from the sofa, looked down at her pointed face, and frowned: "You won't be, haven't slept yet?"

He Wan'er got up and stepped on the floor tiles with her bare feet, the coldness from the soles of her feet made her body even colder.

"I'm waiting for you. As she finished speaking, she saw a gentle smile on his lips.

"Sorry I didn't tell you in advance," he stared at her for a moment, as if she was about to step forward, and suddenly turned around, "I have the smell of smoke on me, you wait for me for five minutes, and come out after taking a shower." ”

He Wan'er didn't have time to stop him, Mo Chunshan had already passed by her, and in the gust of wind he brought, there was indeed a strong and turbid smell of smoke.

She knew that he didn't smoke, and the smell on his body couldn't be stopped, it must be because there were smokers among the people he socialized with last night.

He should have stayed up all night, but it seems that there is not much to do in the company recently, the inner ring road has been completed, the technical problems have been solved by the extra-large bridge, and I don't know what else is worth Mo Chunshan's hard work, and he can't even guarantee four hours of sleep a day.

Surprised that he was starting to worry about his business, He Wan'er shook his head sharply, took a deep breath, and pressed the button on the remote control.

The automatic curtains slowly open to both sides, and in the floor-to-ceiling windows of a whole wall, the beautiful scenery of the sunrise gradually presents the river view, and the orange-red warm light is reflected into the huge space through the glass, but it does not bring a trace of temperature.

Mo Chunshan has always been punctual, and after no more than five minutes, he appeared in front of He Wan'er again.

He was wearing dark blue home clothes, his wet hair had not had time to dry, and strands of black hair hung down in front of his forehead, covering most of his forehead.

He Wan'er suddenly remembered the portrait from a small country, and the young and somewhat unfamiliar him in those photos.

The man in the portrait is both like him and not like him, but the man in the photograph from across the ocean is undoubtedly him.

What really happened to the time he disappeared, the years when he was treated as a legally dead man?

Also, he and the old Fo

T, what kind of relationship is it?

How did he and Zhuo Anran get connected?

There were too many questions in her mind that she hadn't been able to clarify all night, and if she couldn't ask in person, she felt like her head would explode, so she stubbornly waited until dawn and waited until he came back.

He Guan'er took a step closer, standing in front of Mo Chunshan at an arm's length, his chin slightly hooked, and looked directly at him: "I remember that I once asked you about Zhuo Anran in Haixi Province. Now, I want to ask again, whether you are Zhuo Anran or not. ”

Suddenly hearing her mention that name, Mo Chunshan's eyebrows jumped, and then he subconsciously bit his cheeks, but he was already relaxed in less than a second.

After a few seconds, he replied with a smirk: "I thought there was a tacit understanding between us, and no one would mention anything about An Ruoyu." Maybe I scared you about An Ruoyu, but you know the importance of Tongcheng Road and Bridge to me, I have given him many opportunities, but he himself refuses to turn back. ”

He Wan'er shook his head expressionlessly: "I don't care about An Ruoyu's affairs, I just want to know, why is the so-called wanted photo of Zhuo Anran circulating internally in a small country that is the target of Zhuo Anran's photos?"

"It's me?" Mo Chunshan's brows furrowed, "How could it be me?"

He looked surprised, as if it was the first time he had heard such a message.

He Wan'er looked at him, carefully observing his every subtle expression and movement, trying to tell if he was acting or really surprised.

Yet, as always, she was in turmoil, and she had lost her basic judgment.

For a long time, she threw away the pillow, sat down dejectedly, covered her forehead and replied: "I don't know how to talk about it, my mind is also very messy now." ”

Mo Chunshan easily heard a hint of nasality in her voice, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

After a night of high-intensity brain use, now he urgently needs to rest, but He Wan'er's appearance makes him unable to put his mind at ease.

He put so much eyeliner around her, of course he knew that He Wan'er had met Bai Tinghai the day before, and he had taken a document bag from Bai Tinghai's hand.

Now it seems that what Bai Tinghai handed her should be related to his past and that name.

I just don't know how much of those things are true and how many are false?

Sure enough, among the various people around He Wan'er, there are also a lot of chess pieces laid by that person, and Bai Tinghai should be one of them, but if this is the means by which that person wants to disturb his mind, why should he be so shallow and deliberate?

What is his purpose?

After Mo Chunshan sighed softly, he finally spoke: "He Wan'er, can you tell me why you care so much about the three words Zhuo Anran?" As far as I know, this is a fraudster who is not known to the public, if it weren't for An Ruoyu's report, I wouldn't know this name." Why do you ask me this name over and over again?"

He Wan'er remained motionless for a long time before he said, "If I tell you the reason, you have to promise not to tell anyone else." ”

"Okay, you can say it. He simply responded, and after speaking, he quietly waited for He Wan'er to speak.

He Wan'er shook his head, and finally raised his eyes to him: "Also, I'll ask you a question later, if there is something you don't want to answer, you can be silent." But, can you promise me not to lie to me?"

Mo Chunshan looked at her steadily, nodded after more than ten seconds, and his voice was calm: "Okay." ”

"The answer is very simple," she said word by word, the brightness in her peach blossom eyes was no longer there, and some were unprecedentedly dignified, "because my father's death may have something to do with Zhuo Anran." ”