"Remember when I told you that the Sheng family and the Xue family have a grudge?" Su Baijian's tired voice was a little excited, "I found evidence." ”

My nerves slackened, "You say they really have a grudge?" ”

"Yes," Su Baijian said in a very firm tone, "There is an old thing you may not know, a week before Xue Beirong went abroad ten years ago, Sheng Nanrui and his parents died in a car accident, in fact, that tragedy was not an accident, it was all planned by Xue Beirong and Xue Lanyong's father." ”

"So exciting? How did you find out? "I was instantly refreshed.

"Coincidentally," Su Baidao smiled, like an FBI police officer in an American drama, "The Sheng family entrusted a private detective, and it took several years for that person to find out, and it happened that his wife committed a crime at my hands, and he recruited them all in order to intercede." ”

The hatred of killing his father is not shared, no wonder Sheng Xiaolan always has a look of longing for him to die when she mentions Xue Beirong.

"Moreover," Su Baijian said, "Huayi Pictures was originally a company in which Xue Lanyong and Sheng Yiming were shareholders, and since Sheng Yiming's death, the company has become the Xue family, and even Sheng Nanrui was kicked out of Huayi, and it was not voluntary for him to leave Huayi. ”

"That's great news!" I wiped the sweat from my forehead, increased the throttle, and drove home.

It's not just the revenge of killing your father, it's also the hatred of taking money!

Fuck, no wonder Xue Beirong, that bastard, said that I was shallow, and he almost deceived me by casually telling a few lies.

Fortunately, Su Baidao is here.

"What a fart, are you a pig, didn't you understand what I'm talking about? Sheng Xiaolan is borrowing your hand to deal with Xue Beirong, she doesn't really want to sign you at all! Su Baijian scolded me fiercely, and said earnestly: "You hurry up, don't wait until Xue Beirong comes back to his senses and kill you, cannon fodder." ”

I smiled wryly, "It's late." "It's easy to go to hell and it's hard to go to heaven, if you don't achieve your goal, Sheng Xiaolanken will let me go easily?

"What?" Su Baijian said with a sleepy yawn.

"It's okay, it's getting late, I'm going to sleep."

"Can't you just listen to me once? Xue Beirong really didn't harm your sister, why do you have to hold on to him? Su Baijian asked me in a hoarse voice, and asked me in an eager and heavy tone, "Huanxi, you ask yourself, do you really just want to avenge Xiaoxiao?" ”

Of course, do I have any other purpose?

"Good night." I didn't want to quarrel with Su Baijian anymore, so I hung up the phone first.

That night, as before, I still slept badly.

In the dream, the pictures of the whiplash wounds and scald scars on Yu Xiaoxiao's body were constantly replayed, as well as Xue Beirong's various fantasies that tortured her.

It's been three years, almost every night, and I'm going crazy, and if I can't find the initiator, I won't be able to sleep peacefully for the rest of my life.

"Bang bang!" At eight o'clock in the morning, there was a knock on the door.

It's Sheng Xiaolan.

With a displeased look on her count, she walked in angrily and threw me a handful of magazines, "What happened last night?" ”

The cover of the magazine is a candid picture of Su Wanwan sitting on Xue Beirong's sports car.

The two talked and laughed happily, and their gestures were close, like a pair of lovers who had been reunited for a long time.

According to Sheng Xiaolan's plan, that woman should have been me, and the picture would be even more vibrant.

"It was as if he knew everything, and he had someone get me drunk, and then he sent me home at some point." I told the lie I had made up a long time ago, put down the magazine as if nothing had happened, and got up.