There has been a lot of work in the hospital in the past two days, Wen Lebai didn't go to Gu Yao to ask about Song Liangping, and Xiao Shang didn't look for her again, so she thought that the two should not have any intersection in the future.

I didn't expect to meet here today.

Wen Lebai came back to his senses, remembering what Xiang Shen had just asked, and was a little curious: "How do you know about Xiao Shang?"

"The year before last, he was investigated because of a murder. ”

Xiang Shen paused, and his tone was serious: "This person is not a good person, you better stay away from him." ”

Wen Lebai was slightly stunned, even Xiang Shen, who has always distinguished between public and private, said so, it seems that Song Liangping did not lie to her.

If Xiao Shang knew what she had done, I am afraid that she would not let herself go easily.

……

Private room on the second floor.

Sun Han tasted the delicious fish soup and couldn't help but praise: "It tastes good." ”

As he spoke, he raised his eyelashes and looked at the man sitting across from him.

The hollow carved lamp above his head cast an orange light, casting a faint and hazy halo on the man's angular and indifferent features, and his eyebrows were alienated and cold, and there was an unapproachable nobility all over his body.

Sun Han suppressed the strangeness in her heart and returned to the topic just now: "He Wenhao plans to buy the newly developed land in Jiangcheng for investment in new projects......" She paused and asked in a low voice: "When is Mr. Xiao going to make a move?"

Xiao Shang took a sip of the mellow and fragrant oolong tea, rolled his Adam's apple, and said lightly: "It's not time yet." ”

Sun Han has been following Xiao Shang for a day or two, she has always been very clear about her identity, and she never asks more about what he wants to do and what she is about to do, she just needs to do her duty.

Moreover, Xiao Shang is kind to her, she shouldn't have any unrealistic illusions.

Thinking of this, Sun Han breathed a sigh of relief, took the bag and got up: "It's not early, then I'll go back to the company first." ”

Xiao Shang put down the white porcelain cup and said a faint "um".

After Sun Han left, Kan Mo, who was waiting in the seat next to him, got up and walked over, he walked behind Xiao Shang and asked in a low voice, "Sir, are you going back?"

Xiao Shang picked up the blind cane that was placed aside and got up.

When he went downstairs, Kan Mo swept Wen Lebai and Xiang Shen who were sitting by the window, and his steps were obvious.

Xiao Shang noticed it and tilted his head: "What?"

"Officer Xiang. ”

Kan Mo narrowed his eyes slightly: "Why is he with Miss Wen?"

Hearing this, Xiao Shang was silent for a few seconds, there was no expression on his indifferent face, and his thin lips opened slightly: "Let's go." ”

……

On the way back to the villa, Kan Mo looked at Xiao Shang in the back seat with his eyes closed in the rearview mirror, and expressed the suspicion in his heart: "Sir, will Miss Wen's approach to you also have something to do with Officer Xiang?"

The interior of the carriage is dimly lit.

Xiao Shang's silhouette was hidden in the shadows, and it was not very real.

He didn't know what he was thinking, and his fingers tapped lightly, and there was a moment.

On the other side, Xiang Shen received a call from the bureau halfway and left in advance.

Wen Lebai came out of the store and received a call from Gu Yao.

She was on her way back to the hospital, and as soon as the phone was connected, Gu Yao's cry came from the other end first, followed by an intermittent trembling voice: "Woo woo Xiaobai has an accident...... Ryohei ...... Ryohei, he had a car accident and is now in the hospital where his life and death are uncertain, what should I do if he has three long and two short......"

"It must be Xiao Shang, yes, it must be him, it must be that he knows that Liangping took his things, so he retaliated against him, what should I do Xiaobai woo woo ......"

The leaves on the streets rustle in the wind.

Wen Lebai was like being struck by lightning, stiffening in place, obviously it was late autumn in October, but she felt a chill all around her.

She hung up the phone, a thin layer of fine sweat forming in her palms.