Straight to the point.

"Tang Qingyan was framed in the army and is in prison," he took out his notebook and placed it in front of Tang Qinghuan, his slender fingers fluttering lightly on the keyboard, "After reading this, you will understand." ”

Tang Qinghuan had a calm expression of "no matter what you take out, I won't promise you", and focused on his hands, his hands are very beautiful, slender and clean, which makes people can't help but admire.

However, when he turned the screen to her, the image on the screen caused her body to stiffen, and intense soreness and pain swept over her.

Tears followed.

In the picture, Tang Qingyan is lying on the ground in a green military uniform, surrounded by four men in military uniforms, punching and kicking him.

The picture in the video was shot very clearly, Tang Qinghuan clearly saw the wound on Tang Qingyan's face, the sound of fists and feet hitting the flesh, and Tang Qingyan's muffled snort.

The fist went into the flesh, and the sound cried blood.

The unilateral beating lasted for more than ten minutes, and the four of them left, leaving Tang Qingyan, who was lying on the ground convulsive.

Qin Mo was like a bystander, watching Tang Qinghuan cry when he watched the video.

"Your brother's situation is not optimistic, if you stay in the confinement room for one more day, the danger will be more, the situation in the video has happened no less than three times, I don't know how long Tang Qingyan can hold on."

Tang Qinghuan said in disbelief: "How can this be? Isn't my brother in the army? How can such a thing happen in the army? ”

In her impression, soldiers are the guardians of national peace, and soldiers sacrifice their lives and death to kill the enemy, and they are mighty and upright, and the army that raises soldiers should be the same.

How can lynching be used?

Qin Mo chuckled: "There are fights everywhere, and if you block someone else's way, you will naturally have to be cleaned up." ”

Tang Qinghuan's face finally lost its previous calmness, his expression was cold, and his eyes were full of sword light, like a fierce little beast, staring at Huo Jinchen vigilantly.

At this moment, she was trapped in people, and when she heard the news of her brother from Qin Mo's mouth, the first thing that came to mind was her brother's safety, and then Qin Mo's purpose in mentioning this matter.

"Mr. Qin," she spoke to him in the tone of a negotiator, "Say what you want, now I have a small life in your hands, and I don't have to beat around the bush." ”

She picked up a new wine glass, poured the wine, drank it all, and the whole action was done in one go, falling into the eyes of Qin Mo, who was comfortably leaning on the sofa on the side, her every movement was full of temptation, pulling at his heart.

From panic to composure, it only took a dozen seconds for this woman to regain her senses, not to the woman who grew up in the dark whirlpool of the Tang family.

As soon as the wine was poured and the glass was raised, the golden liquid flowed down the eyes along the white and well-proportioned neck, and when the eyes were closed, the eyebrows were raised, and the charming aura that was invisibly exuded soaked the air.

Qin Mo took a deep breath, and seemed to smell a charming fragrance from the air, making an idiom unconsciously appear in his mind.

The jade neck is fragrant.

Her movements tugged at the beating of his heart, and her body fragrance aroused the desire of his body.

It's very much to his liking.

He leaned over, picked up his wine glass and took a slow sip of wine, but his eyes stayed on Tang Qinghuan from beginning to end, and then he smiled.

It didn't matter if he smiled, a chill went up Tang Qinghuan's back, and the whole person shuddered, she swallowed her saliva fiercely, and staggered the strange gaze on the other side.

If she looked closely, she would find that Qin Mo's smile on the other side had a deep meaning, full of the mystery of a careerist.