Out of the principle of confidentiality, Zhou Ju did not let Song Yichen see the evidence.

It was he himself who had inadvertently taken aim at the interrogation record.

At this moment, the man sat at the desk, and the bottom of his eyes was unfathomably deep.

Xu Er and Qiao An's WeChat chat history......

When will this kind of thing be used as evidence?

The transfer record he provided was somewhat credible.

The other party uses both transfer records and chat records as evidence, and the credibility is indeed much higher.

If Joan can't come up with valid evidence to refute it, she will likely go to jail.

The Song family can't afford such a scandal, and they can't have a mother who has been in prison early.

And he ......

We will never allow that to happen!

It was late at night, and the cold wind was blowing outside, blowing everywhere.

Inside the house, Song Yichen's dark eyes were heavy, and his eyes were bloodshot.

How to solve this matter?

The man picked up his mobile phone and called Lu Jingyue: "I have something to tell you." ”

Lu Jingyue is on the night shift today, and he hasn't slept until now, and when he heard his voice, he couldn't help but complain: "Please!" Can you call me at another time? ”

"I was sleepy, and I just wanted to take a nap and stare for a while, but I was destroyed by you!"

The more angry the man became, Song Yichen didn't care: "My business is more important!" ”

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that Qiao An's case was strange and she couldn't sit idly by.

Lu Jingyue rolled his eyes: "I only know that nothing is as important as my sleep!" ”

"Forget it, since I was woken up by you, I will listen to you!"

"I guess...... It's Joan's business! ”

He read today's newspaper and spread it all over the place.

"Song Yichen, then again, your wife really doesn't make people worry!"

"The headlines on the front page twice in three days are more popular than those first-line big-name stars!"

Between the words, there is a lot of meaning to see jokes.

Actually, as a good friend, how could he not understand Song Yichen's thoughts?

obviously likes other people's Qiao An, but he has to die there and say that he doesn't like it, it's really sick!

Song Yichen ignored his complaints and described the case in the simplest and shortest words.

"I heard that you know someone from the detective agency, find me someone who is smarter, and check it out."

Lu Jingyue pouted: "Song Er, I didn't say you, you are obsessed with Qiao An!" Don't deny it! ”

"I'll tell you, if you like people, just admit it generously, don't ......"

Before he finished his words, the other party had already hung up the phone, leaving only a piercing "beep" sound.

"Cut! Call you hard-mouthed, and sooner or later you will regret it! ”

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The night was dark and the wind was cold.

After five years of marriage, Song Yichen and Qiao An have been sleeping in separate rooms.

Even if the two of them often do that kind of thing, when they are done, they go back to their own rooms, like a pair of strangers.

As he passed Joan's room, he suddenly stopped.

Amber pupils shimmer in the dark night.

Before, no matter how late he came back, the light was always on, but today, it was dark.

Broken lights?

Then he reached out and pressed the switch.

Syllable......

The lights are on.

But a thorn grew from the bottom of his heart, and it pierced his eyes.

What does it mean that the lights are good, but they are not on?

Staring at the lamp above his head, he lowered his eyes for a long time.

Lu Jingyue said that he began to like Qiao An, how could it be?!

Five years ago, he didn't like that woman, in just five years, what can he change?

Song Yichen hesitated outside the door of Qiao An's room, his dark eyes were dark and uncertain, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The words "You like Qiao An" in Lu Jingyue's mouth kept circling in his mind, making him uneasy.

Is that so?