"I just want to be with you."

She narrowed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she still left the bedroom and closed the door by the way.

At this time, Chen Siting's exclamation came from downstairs: "What are you doing, I really just came to see Mr. Li!" There is no trespassing at all, you are framed, I will sue you! ”

Shangguan Wanbai raised her eyebrows, stood at the top of the stairs, and saw Chen Siting, who was shouting, being taken away by the police, which was really happy.

She's not a good person, and she's happy to see the people she hates suffer.

The other side.

Jian Maoxun has been secretly investigating in a foreign country for a long time, and finally has a trace of eyebrows in the case.

In the homicide case that year, according to eyewitnesses, when they were led by Mrs. Turner's screams, they found Shen Wanyao holding a sharp knife and slumped on the ground with a panicked expression.

She was disheveled, as if she had been torn apart. The head of the Barron family fell in a pool of blood, and Mrs. Turner also fell to the side, her stomach covered with blood, and her life and death were uncertain.

Shen Wanyao's initial testimony was that the head of the Barron family tried to plot against her, and was later discovered by Mrs. Turner, and in the middle of the dispute, it was Mrs. Turner who stabbed the head of the family, and then stabbed herself, and blamed her.

But the testimony was overturned overnight.

Mrs. Turner found many witnesses, all of whom pointed out that Shen Wanyao intended to seduce the head of the family, and when the seduce failed, she was annoyed and angry and wanted to solve the head of the family with one slash.

Mrs. Turner was to stop Shen Wanyao's atrocities, and it was tragically affected.

All these testimonies were unfavorable to Shen Wanyao.

Jian Maoxun was busy at first, and in order to find a flaw, he almost didn't close his eyes once all night.

But the hard work paid off, and Jian Maoxun finally found a flaw.

Jian Maoxun insisted on persuading Shen Wanyao every day, convincing people with reason, and knowing with affection.

Shen Wanyao's originally sturdy heart finally began to loosen a little, she sighed faintly, smiled helplessly, and said, "Your stubborn temper is the same as Wanbai." ”

The girl was almost the same, and she couldn't pull back ten cows, so she had to do it again and again.

Shen Wanyao hesitated for a while, moved her lips slightly, said a string of numbers, and said inexplicably: "It's a pretty good day, it's suitable for climbing, right, John." ”

Jian Maoxun was slightly stunned, and he couldn't react for a while.

At the same time, the prison guard walked in, "The time has come. ”

"Okay."

Shen Wanyao narrowed her eyes, didn't say anything more, and got up and left directly.

Jian Maoxun sat on the chair in a daze, unable to return to his senses for a long time.

He left the visitation cell, and Cely was waiting for him outside the door, and when he saw him, a lazy smile appeared on his charming face, and he said, "Why, did you ask anything today?" ”

Jian Maoxun stared at her, not as depressed as before, but a little confused, "Asking is asking, but ......"

"Shh

Xili's soft body was close to Jian Maoxun's chest, and his slender white fingers were against the man's warm lips, and he whispered, "The wall has ears." ”

Hearing this, Jian Maoxun nodded, "Thank you." ”

Seeley didn't seem to want to leave him anymore, and when he got out of prison, he stayed close to him.

That delicate posture is very sultry.

It's a pity that Jian Maoxun was thinking about what Shen Wanyao said, his eyebrows were frowning, and his mind was obviously caught in a whirlpool-like brainstorm.

In prison.

Shen Wanyao stayed in a single cell, although she was dressed in prison clothes, she was clean and tidy. After staying in prison for so long, she has long calmed down, and her eyebrows are the vicissitudes of life that have been precipitated for many years.

Her long hair was tied in a slanted ponytail over her shoulders, and she was looking intently at the book in her hand.

"Shen Wanyao, someone is looking for you."

When the foreign police call her name, they always have a strange accent. Shen Wanyao followed the prestige, the door of the cell was opened, and the elegant and radiant lady walked in, it was Mrs. Turner.

Shen Wanyao put the book aside and said lightly, "Is there something wrong?" "She speaks Mandarin.

Obviously, Mrs. Turner could also understand, she stared gloomily at Shen Wanyao, speaking fluent Mandarin: "What did you say to that kid?" What does that string of numbers represent? ”

Shen Wanyao chuckled and shook her head, "Mrs. Turner, haven't you always been afraid that I will tell the secret?" I just casually said a string of numbers to send him away, you don't have to think too much about it. ”

"Heh, you've always been scheming, there must be something to hide from me!"

"Nope."

Shen Wanyao opened her eyes, and the contours of her side face were soft, with an unreal sense of beauty. The more Mrs. Turner looked, the more disgusted she became, she hated this woman, hated her for always maintaining a calm appearance, hated her for not being able to stir up the slightest ripple in her heart.

"Tell me!"

Mrs. Turner lost control of her emotions and reached out and slapped Shen Wanyao hard.

Shen Wanyao's face was knocked to the side, her hair fell, lining the fragile and messy beauty, she wiped the blood that overflowed from the corner of her lips, and continued: "Mrs. Turner has always been powerful, since you don't believe me, then go and check to see if I am lying." ”

After that, Shen Wanyao raised her eyes, her eyes were cold, "I'm in prison, and I can't go anywhere." If I lied to you, I'm here, and you can come and get revenge on me whenever you want. ”

"Good, good."

Mrs. Turner nodded again and again, and when she was angry, she liked to laugh again, "Shen Wanyao, if I find out that something is wrong, you will wait to die!" ”

With that, she left the cell in a rage.

In front of the prison gate.

Mrs. Turner sat in the luxury car parked on the side of the road, she was angry and laughing, her beautiful face was distorted, and the driver sitting in the front seat did not dare to say anything, and quickly drove away.

Mrs. Turner stared out the window, the landscape receding.

She seemed to remember something, and took out a photograph from her LV bag, the edges of which had long been yellowed and old, but Mrs. Turner had been by her side for so many years.

What is surprising is that the quiet and cold beauty in the photo is obviously Shen Wanyao when she was a student, she is dressed in simple clothes, sitting in her seat, listening carefully to the professor's lecture.

Maybe Shen Wanyao didn't know that a long time ago, Mrs. Turner, as a foreign exchange student at her university, had secretly longed for her.

But that's all in the past.

Shen Wanyao didn't know, and Mrs. Turner didn't want to say it.

Mrs. Turner's eyes were heavy, and she didn't know what she was thinking, and at last she tore the photograph in half, gritted her teeth for a while, and carefully put it away.

"Buy me some glue and come back."

Mrs. Turner said faintly.

The driver did not dare to say much, and Mrs. Turner, who had always been moody, nodded in response; "Yes, ma'am."