"Really? Is it Mo Qian's child? Yan Jiaze also knew the situation at home, but there was still a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

Hearing him mention Mo Qian's name, Yan Qiluo's heart ached, and the smile on his lips became bitter: "There are indeed people who are helping us, but it's not Mo Qian, it's Wen Muyan." ”

"What?!"

Yan Jiaze exclaimed, Zhao Xinpei also stood up, she had just witnessed everything that happened in the corridor with her own eyes, and now she heard Yan Qiluo say that she was going to marry the eldest young master of the Wen family, and the worry was all written on her face.

"Kira, that person said that this is the condition for you to promise him?" Zhao Xinpei frowned and asked.

Yan Jiaze frowned slightly, tried hard to hold Yan Qiluo's hand, shook his head and said, "Daughter, don't do anything stupid for me." ”

The two people in front of her are her last relatives in the world, and in the face of their concern, Yan Qiluo actually wants to cry bitterly, but since she has made a choice, there is no way back.

Wen Muyan is by no means a good person, if she dares to go back on her word, he will not let her and the Yan family go.

So, swallowing all the tears back into her stomach, Yan Qiluo smiled and said, "Dad, Mom, it's not what you think. I really want to marry Wen Muyan, he is a man who is a hundred times better than Mo Qian. I, I'll be happy. ”

She couldn't remember how she got out of the hospital, and by the time she came back to her senses, she was lying on the bed in her room.

The ambiguous night in the hotel, Mo Qian's cold-blooded and ruthless betrayal, and Wen Muyan's threat, opened one crack after another on Yan Qiluo's heart, and it was bloody.

Her mind was so messed up that she couldn't figure anything out of her head.

"Click!"

Outside the window, thunder broke and heavy rain poured down.

"Ding—"

The mobile phone rang suddenly, and Yan Qiluo grabbed it and saw that it was a text message from Wen Muyan: "At ten o'clock tomorrow, I will pick you up and take you to the Civil Affairs Bureau." ”

Throwing the phone aside speechlessly, Yan Qiluo smiled bitterly, this man was like he was afraid that he would regret it, and he couldn't wait to use the paper proof to trap himself immediately.

Turning over, Yan Qiluo fell asleep in a daze.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the road surface was already covered with a layer of water.

A rapid mobile phone ringtone woke up Yan Qiluo, who was already sleeping unsteadily, she grabbed the phone and put it to her ear, and her voice was full of sleepiness: "Hey? ”

"Kira, I look like I'm being followed!"

"Click!"

A lightning bolt struck, and Zhao Xinpei's panicked voice on the phone made Yan Qiluo sleepy, and immediately sat up from the bed: "Mom, don't worry, where are you?" I'm going to look for you now! ”

"I'm on Chunhua Road...... Yes! ”

"Squeak—"

"Bang!"

The screeching sound of brakes and the dull sound of impact sounded together, and before Zhao Xinpei's words were finished, there was no more sound.

"Mom!" Yan Qiluo grabbed the mobile phone and yelled several times, but there was no answer from the other side.

The hairs on her whole body stood up, her heart was already hanging in her throat, and she quickly put on a piece of clothing, and before she even had time to take the umbrella, Yan Qiluo rushed into the torrential rain.

The night was dark, and she ran barefoot in the heavy rain, her vision blurred. Because of the heavy rain, there was not even a single moving car on the road.

didn't know who else she could rely on, and in desperation, she called Wen Muyan.

Thundered!

The terrifying thunder sounded several times, and Wen Muyan's car finally stopped in front of Yan Qiluo.

"Get in the car." The grim-faced man's voice did not have the slightest pity, just glanced at her wet with some disgust.

didn't have time to think about anything else, Yan Qiluo, who hurriedly climbed into the car, trembled and said, "Please hurry up and go to Chunhua Road!" ”

That was the last sentence Zhao Xinpei left her.

At 10:35, Wen Muyan's car slowly drove into the intersection of Chunhua Road, and the driver's face changed first as soon as the lights were swept away.

Not far away, a woman collapsed in the icy rain, seemingly lifeless.

Yan Qiluo, who was sitting in the back seat, naturally saw it, she yelled at him like crazy to stop, slammed open the door of the back seat and jumped down.

"Mom!"

The heart-rending roar echoed in the cold rainy night, Wen Muyan silently watched through the windshield as the thin figure pounced on the already cold corpse, and the ice in his eyes that had not melted for thousands of years finally loosened slightly.

Zhao Xinpei, who was not breathing, was cold, and Yan Qiluo hurriedly hugged her in his arms, and his face could no longer distinguish whether it was rain or tears.

At eleven o'clock, Yan Qiluo, who was pale and trembling, sat in the conference room of the police station accompanied by Wen Muyan.

The surveillance video of Zhao Xinpei's accident section was artificially destroyed, and the police preliminarily determined that she first suffered a fatal stab in the heart, and then was violently hit by the car, almost killing her immediately.

But they couldn't find any evidence of the killer.

The rain was so heavy that night that a large amount of blood was washed away from the pavement, not to mention fingerprints.

"Ms. Yan, we understand your grief. But I'm sorry, but please mourn. The young policeman looked at Yan Qiluo who looked like his soul had been drained of him, and he desperately wanted to find the cruel murderer and bring him to justice.

"What is mourning? Don't you care? Did my mom die for nothing?! Yan Qiluo suddenly stood up, slapped the table, and roared angrily.

Her eyes were bloodshot, and her voice was hoarse.

"Ms. Yan, calm down." The young policeman looked at her with a frown, but could not say any more comforting words.

"Someone killed my mother, didn't they?" Yan Qiluo's tears flowed down like a flood that had burst the embankment, and she couldn't stop trembling, like a beast trapped in a cage, full of grief and despair.

Seeing her crumbling appearance, Wen Muyan quickly reached out and grabbed her, regardless of her struggle, let Li Fa control her back to her car.

"Don't cry." Wen Muyan, who has never been good at comforting people, handed her a tissue a little awkwardly, looking at her side face, his heart hurt a little.

"Stop." Without picking up the tissues he handed over, Yan Qiluo stared at a place with empty eyes, and shouted, "I'll let you stop!" ”

The car stopped, she pulled the door open, and walked into the cold rainy night without looking back.

"Follow her." Pursing his lips, Wen Muyan gave the order unhappily.