Who put it here?

Qiao Mo always felt a sense of unease when she looked at this thing.

After hesitating, he took the things into the villa.

Curiously opened, inside was a bag of documents.

Document bag inside......

It's a big stack of photos.

Qiao Moyi: ......

glanced at these photos, there was her getting into Mo Shengyun's car, and she and Mo Shengyun went home together and sent him out.

The angle from which this photo was taken is also quite tricky, and it looks quite ambiguous anyway.

Qiao Mo looked at these photos, so, is it now that someone took a photo of her and Mo Shengyun, and then came to threaten her?

Sure enough, the phone rang at this time.

It's just that she never thought that the person who called this call was Yan's father.

"Xiaomo, Dad doesn't want to, you are my daughter after all, are you so ruthless?"

"Isn't it enough that I gave you a card? Do you want to try the means of night ink? ”

"Xiao Mo, if you send these photos to the second master, do you still think you can be favored like now?"

Favored?

Oh, she is like a concubine in the harem of the night sinking ink.

"Xiaomo, if you do what I say, I will send these photos to the second master."

Qiao Mo sat on the sofa, to be honest, she wasn't worried at all.

She would never doubt the weight of her heart again.

Even if she really had something with Mo Shengyun, that man would pretend to be stupid and not know what to do.

The second master is dictatorial, cold-blooded and emotionless.

However, he is here with her, and he will always be just Ye Shenmo, carefully loving her Ye Shenmo.

"I gave you a chance."

Qiao Moyi's heart slowly hardened.

From then on, she had no relatives related to blood in this world.

"Xiao Mo, I just want Mengchu to come back, our family of three is neat, we will fly away, and we will never be an eyesore in front of your eyes again."

Father Yan's voice was very low, pleading.

A family of three neatly organized?

"You are a family of three, so what am I, Xiao Qingyan?"

Father Yan did not speak again.

"It's impossible for Yan Mengchu to come back, you and that woman should die."

"Why are you so cold-blooded?"

"So what."

If you say I'm cold-blooded, then I'll be cold-blooded.

What Yan Mengchu did is not worthy of forgiveness.

"You just need to let go of Mengchu and let us go, I'...... I'll tell you a secret. ”

Secret?

"No, I don't."

Qiao Mo was about to hang up the phone as soon as she spoke, but she didn't expect that the father on the other side of the phone yelled directly regardless of whether she wanted to listen to it or not.

"Your mother isn't dead."

Qiao Moyi: !!

Her hand holding the phone turned white instantly, and she sat there, her face becoming more and more ugly, and her body trembled a little.

"You're talking nonsense."

Her mother had died a long time ago, sick to death.

He is saying this now, what are you kidding?

"She's really not dead, live well in this world, as long as you let us go, I'll tell you where she is."

Qiao Mo sat on the sofa, the arm holding the mobile phone seemed to be dragging dozens of pounds of weight, and he no longer had the strength to bear it and then slowly fell.

She didn't hear what Father Yan said.

In my mind, only that sentence kept circling...... Convolve......

Your mom didn't die, didn't die......

She remembers vividly that when she was eight years old, her mother, who loved her the most in the world, died.

Now, someone actually told her that her mother is not dead.

What happened when I was eight years old?

Hallucinations?

Or is it a scam?