"Give back your woman, do people admit it?"

After Ou Shijin left, this sentence was like a spell, lingering in the president's office on the side.

Gu Siye felt very upset.

For so many days, the goblin has not contacted her, and her whereabouts have been very strange these days.

Ning Yan must have something to hide from her, and this matter is also related to Mrs. Mu and Mu Shaohan.

Thinking of Mu Shaohan's little white face, Gu Moxiao was even more upset, and leaned over to pick up the information on the ground.

A sharp gaze was fixed on the lines above.

"Three years ago, the Mu family openly divorced Miss Ning, but Young Master Mu privately arranged that he planned to secretly elope with Miss Ning and go abroad to get married. Later, Young Master Mu was escorted back by the Mu family's bodyguards, and Miss Ning was also driven abroad by her parents. “

This is the result of Fang Lun's investigation, no matter how you look at it, you feel that there is a mystery hidden in it.

Gu Moxiao raised his eyebrows, and his gaze fell on another line of words.

"Back then, Mrs. Mu led people to teach Miss Ning a hard lesson, and scolded Miss Ning everywhere for being lowly and shameless, and ruining the style of the Mu family."

His face was a little gloomy again.

The Mu family has always had a good impression of the little goblin, but what happened three years ago that Mu Shaohan insisted on marrying, but Mrs. Mu desperately wanted to break up.

Goblin, what the hell are you hiding from me?

Gu Moxiao's brows became tighter and tighter, his fingers almost crushed the information, and his face was filled with a heavy aura of anger and irritability.

I didn't realize that I was like a husband whose wife cheated on the king next door, and his face was so black that he could leach ink.

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At this time, Ning Yan was also very uncertain.

She is now in the dubbing practice room of the Qingyin Club of Imperial Capital Media.

Holding a piece of script paper in his hand, he read the lines of the concubine in a frustrated tone.

"President Smoke."

Several members of the club watched from the side, watched for a while, and finally someone cautiously interrupted her.

"This paragraph, are you ...... Is it better to be more emotional? ”

"Yes, President Xiaoyan, this section of the concubine always feels not very sad."

A few members of the club expressed their opinions one by one.

Ning Yan sighed and knocked his head with the script.

"Yes, you're right. The lines here are actually best read in a crying voice. But I can't cry, or you can beat me......"

Several members looked at each other and took a step back.

It's not that you don't dare to fight, but you can't beat it, right?

I couldn't get over this paragraph, and in the end, Ning Yan held the script and wandered around the campus irritably.

Each club has only five minutes to play the semi-finals, which is to show the best of the most exciting moments on the stage.

In this paragraph, she was a concubine who mistakenly thought that the emperor had died on the battlefield, and she was heartbroken, and she had the idea of martyrdom in her heart.

But there are crises inside and outside the court, and although the concubine is full of grief, she still has to muster up the spirit to live.

Because she also has to guard the country that her husband has laid down.

Ning Yan had a little headache, she really couldn't fit in. For so many years, she has never been in love, and she can't understand the heart-rending feelings of the concubine for the emperor.

In fact, it's not that no one pursues her abroad, but she doesn't believe that any boy will be sincere to her.

What's more, all her thoughts are on her little princess.

"Ugh." She threw the script aside and subconsciously looked at her phone.

Still no phone.

It's been days, and the Zhao couple haven't called her.

She was actually anxious, but she couldn't rush it.

After all, she has been raising her daughter for three years, and her feelings must be very deep, and she must be reluctant in her heart.

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It's a little Kavin today, even later. The lady wishes everyone a happy mooncake festival~~~~~~~~ one person and one person!