Qiao Yucheng's movements stopped, and he looked at Mo Chuan in surprise.

"The whereabouts of the poison ......"

Mo Chuan didn't speak, just glanced at the monsoon around him.

"We don't know when ink always hits that poison, so ...... The whereabouts of the poison are not yet known. Ji Feng said politely to Qiao Yucheng.

Hearing this, Qiao Yucheng's face suddenly felt lost, and he asked him with some uncertainty.

"Really?"

"Seriously." Monsoon nodded.

Qiao Yucheng fell silent, and his face was already a little pale.

"Mr. Mo, please take care of yourself." He turned his head to look at Mo Chuan, turned around and left unhappily.

"This Qiao Yucheng is still an affectionate person." Ji Feng looked at Qiao Yucheng's departing figure and couldn't help but sigh.

Hearing this, Mo Chuan showed a cold and disdainful smile on his face.

"Affectionate people in this world will not end well."

So, he hates affectionate people.

……

At night.

A car slowly stopped in front of the gate of Qiao's house.

The door opened, and a man in a black suit with a meticulous expression on his cold face stepped out of the car, but instead of leaving, he stopped next to the car, as if waiting for something.

On the other side, the girl in the pale pink dress also got out of the car, as if attracted by a magnet, and obediently came to the man's side.

Seeing this, Qiao Wanhe, who had been waiting here for a long time, hurriedly stepped forward.

"Mr. Shen, Yu Mo ......"

"Uncle."

"Your father is not feeling well today, and he is still resting in the bedroom, and he can't attend tonight's wedding, do you want to go and see him?"

After Qiao Wanhe's words were finished, the girl shook her head lightly and refused.

"Mr. Qiao, Miss Lin doesn't like crowds, so she doesn't have to dangle in front of us." Su Bei, who was wearing a women's suit, walked over and said to Qiao Wanhe unceremoniously.

Hearing this, the expression on Qiao Wanhe's face was a little embarrassed, but he still said politely to the two.

"Well, Yu Mo should be familiar with this place, and you can take Mr. Shen around."

After saying that, Qiao Wanhe turned around and left.

When Qiao Wanhe left, Lin Nanxun slowly raised his head and looked at the many guests coming and going to Qiao's house, and the expression on his little face was stunned.

The last time she came, she was very nervous, and she didn't take a good look at this place that had brought her a lot of joy, but also brought her a lot of pain.

Just as she raised her face and stared at the house in front of her, the man next to her stared at her for a moment, and suddenly pursed his thin lips and asked.

"Can you adapt?"

"Hmm." Lin Nanxun nodded lightly, then raised his head and smiled at him.

"Scoundrel, let's go, the wedding is about to begin." As she spoke, she raised her feet and walked towards the villa, but as soon as she took a step out, a strong arm stretched out from behind and hugged her waist.

She was stunned for a moment, and when she reacted, she had been pulled back by the man and leaned into his warm arms.

"Villain......" she looked at him with wide eyes in disbelief, and her little face turned red in disgust.

"You're going to just go in like that?" Shen Hanzhi frowned and asked her in a low voice.

Hearing him say this, Lin Nanxun nodded honestly, and then showed a surprised expression.

At this moment, the man's hand on her waist let go, and his arm reached in front of her. Mobile phone users please browse and read, and a better reading experience comes from Aiwang.