She raised her hand, turned the screen to Fang Hanlei and said a place name: "Banqiao Pier." ”

Fang Hanlei saw the three digits on her screen, her pupils contracted violently, and she reached out to knock off the mobile phone in her hand.

"How dare you call the police."

"Heh-" Fang Sirou sneered, "You ruined all of me, what else would I not dare to do?" ”

It was already eight o'clock in the evening, and the dock was pitch black, with a few lights faintly flickering.

Fang Sirou's face became more and more terrifying.

The phone landed on the ground with a "snap-" and cracked.

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On the other side, the hotel suite.

After returning to his place of residence, Meng Meng slipped into the bathroom.

Rinse off, put on soft pajamas, and rub your wet hair with a long white bath towel over your shoulder.

As soon as I opened the bathroom door, I saw a familiar figure sitting on the sofa.

The moment he saw him, Meng Meng's back stiffened, and his hand wiping his hair paused.

I didn't expect him to return to China for her!

Meng Meng slowed down for five seconds before regaining his expression, "You...... What are you doing here? ”

Mengmeng's husband, Song Yan.

The business is abroad, and he is powerful.

If you want to enter the door of this small hotel, it is not too easy, just take a marriage certificate and hand it over to complete the relevant procedures, and ask for multiple room cards.

Song Yan turned his head when he heard the sound and looked at Meng Meng standing at the bathroom door looking at him in a panic.

A playful smile tugged at the corners of the man's mouth and he stood up.

looked at the frightened and trembling Meng, and exuded a coldness all over his body.

"Why are you hiding from me? I said, I didn't do it! ”

This man is full of oppression.

Meng Meng pursed his lips, a sad look flashed in his eyes, and suddenly threw the towel in his hand towards Song Yan who was standing next to the sofa, bypassing the sofa and leaning against the wall to the bedroom.

Song Yan seemed to be stimulated by her actions, her good-looking eyes narrowed slightly, raised her hand to block what she threw over, and walked quickly towards her.

The woman nervously ran into the bedroom, locked the door and ran to the bedside, picked up the charging mobile phone, dialed 110, I don't believe the police are coming, you can not leave!

At the moment of connection, Song Yan kicked the door open, making a loud noise, which frightened her into being speechless for a while.

Song Yan bullied up, grabbed the mobile phone and turned it off, and threw it to the ground.

The hand pinched her chin and lifted it, so cold that she could rub her slag-like gaze into her panicked eyes, and her voice was cold and cold: "Do you really want to avoid me?" ”

Meng Meng struggled in resistance, stubbornly turned his head and did not look at him, did not answer his question, but shouted out of the window: "Help! Murder of your own wife! ”

Song Yan's hand clenched into a fist, bit her mouth, and said in a cold tone in her ear: "I said, I didn't cheat on me, did you understand?" ”

His tone was ambiguous.

Meng Meng's eyes turned red, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"I saw it, I saw it with my own eyes!"

The man took a deep breath and held her in his arms, "Are you seeing a realistic scene or a picture?" ”

Before Meng Meng could react, Song Yan continued, "You often touch PS when you do design, don't you understand?" ”

"Really?" Meng Meng frowned, "Is it really as you said, is it ps?" ”

Song Yan took in her expression, and her expression became indifferent, sure enough, someone designed it!

He gritted his teeth and got up, "You take out the photo, I'll find someone to check and check it!" ”

With that, he got up and walked to the door.