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I glared at him, "It's not your turn to say that yet."

He slapped his forehead and pretended to be helpless: "Miss Su, you are really too narcissistic."

"I'm narcissistic?" Of course, I wouldn't say this kind of thing without evidence: "In terms of status, your beautiful girl Miss Su can't even compare to one of my fingers."

Fanyin mocked: "But she is still a beautiful girl, and you are still an old woman."

I sneered: "The beautiful girl can't make you loyal a little bit."

He smiled: "If it weren't for the special circumstances, you thought I wanted to use you?"

I asked, "How special?" Drugged? Can't bear to go to your beautiful girl for a while? ”

He pointed to the door: "Go and try."

"What?"

"Go try." He said.

I looked at him suspiciously, took a few steps towards the door, and then suddenly came to my senses, turned around and asked, "Is the door locked?"

He lifted the corners of his mouth slightly: "Finally willing to believe?"

I looked at the door and asked, "Do you know where this is?"

He shrugged, lifted the covers, climbed out of bed, picked up his pants and pulled out a box of cigarettes, and walked towards the window.

I reminded him, "Get dressed!"

"Afraid of what?" He said, "It's not your house."

This room is a bedroom, and no matter how good a house is, the bedroom is not very big.

There are four doors in total, one leading to the outside, one for the cloakroom, one for the toilet and one for the bathroom.

There was a small sofa in the corner, and I went to sit down and thought about the events of last night for a while, but I didn't remember anything about it, but fell asleep because I was tired.

I opened my eyes because I felt something slapping my face, and when I opened it, I came back to pinch my cheek. I continued to reach for it, but I felt my wrist grabbed. I tried to break free, but to no avail, and finally woke up.

What catches the eye is the face of the traditional sound.

Because it was so familiar, for a moment, I thought I was dreaming, we were not divorced, we were not in a quarrel, we were still in the United States, poor, no longer noble, but very happy.

But I soon came to my senses.

I withdrew my hand from his, rubbed my swollen forehead, and said, "I'll take your word for granted, so can you tell me who saved me when I drowned yesterday?"

He also sat down on the couch and tilted his head to look at me: "Of course it's me."

"You make things clear." I command.

He didn't buy it at all: "Just this attitude towards you?"

"That's all the old woman has this attitude." I said, "Don't beat around the bush, it's serious."

"Serious?" He raised his eyebrows: "What kind of serious law?"

"With you and me, drugging us and moving us to such a place where no one knows, have you ever thought about how big a force it is?"

"It doesn't need to be much," he said, "it's enough to buy Miss Feng."

I asked, "Isn't Miss Feng your concubine?"

"Hah!" He rolled his eyes: "I'm called a concubine next door to you, and I have a normal relationship with her."

"Is it possible for a normal friend to hook up in public?" I saw that he was going to talk back, and I didn't want to talk about it anymore, so I took a step ahead of him and said, "So you mean that you and Miss Feng are not lovers?"

"It's not."

"Haven't slept either?"

"I slept without you last night." He leaned back on the couch, his eyes lazily closed.

"But what benefit can this matter have for her besides offending me?" I can't figure it out: "I can't think of any other beneficiary besides you."

"Me?" The sound of the voice exploded: "Why am I a beneficiary?"

I looked at him, "Of course you are the beneficiary, and you are the most likely."

"Reason!" He said angrily, "Just your sandpaper?"

"Of course not." I said, "I have money."

"Hah!" He sneered exaggeratedly.

I can't tell if this guy is really amnesiac or pretending, and he still hasn't left because the current situation is too unbelievable. Because there are so few people who can play me like this, that I can get rid of them all on a little thought, and then I am very afraid of the door. It doesn't open, and I don't think it's the worst, it's the worst thing is that it opens, and there's a bunch of reporters with cameras standing over there.

I was thinking, but Fan Yin paid attention to me for a moment, and became vigilant: "Do you firmly believe that it is me?"

"If you speculate on it," I said, "you might be able to find evidence that isn't you."

"I really admire your intelligence." He held his forehead and said, "This design obviously doesn't want you to get married, do you agree with that?"

"Recognition."

"That alone would rule me out," he said, "and while I didn't really go out of my way to stop it last night, I really don't have that motive."

I asked, "What proof do you have?"

"Take last night." He became serious: "You don't have to pretend to be stupid, anyway, last night's incident must have been filmed, I believe you will receive a video threatening you not to get married soon, and then you will understand what I mean."

I didn't speak.

He observed my expression: "What's wrong?"

I rubbed my swollen brow and shook my head.

"Don't worry," he said, "I really won't tell your fiancé."

I said, "I can't believe you."

He frowned, "Why do you insist so much on this self-righteous point of view?"

I couldn't help it, even though I knew it was stupid to say this: "Because you would never allow me to marry another man!" And even if it's old and ugly, it's sandpaper, and you love it so much that you have to touch it several times a day! ”

He was stunned: "The reason why I divorced you must be because I am suddenly not blind."

I didn't speak.

After a while, he said, "Ex-wife?"

"Don't call me that."

"What about the concubine?"

I glared at him.

"Miss Su," he spread his hands, "I'm hungry."

"What's wrong with that?"

"We're still locked here." He said, "Gotta find a way out."

"My phone is in the assistant's hand." I said, "Otherwise, you can open the door and try to open it, and maybe the other party will stop locking the door when they find that the thing has been done."

He gave me a blank look and said, "Then you go to the bathroom and hide."

Speaking of the bathroom, I thought of the others, and hurriedly said, "Don't open the door yet." I've got to deal with myself. ”

"Oh," he didn't care, "Fifteen minutes?"

I ignored him and went into the bathroom.

I went to take a shower first and was lucky enough to find a garment steamer in the bathroom to handle my suit. It's not so depressed anymore, and it also makes me feel better.

I was startled when I opened the bathroom door, but Fanyin was still wearing those wrinkled clothes, her hair unkempt, "Didn't you say fifteen minutes?" It's been an hour now! ”

"I didn't say yes." I asked, "Are you sure you want to go out like this?"

"It's okay," he said, "I'm going crazy with hunger."

I couldn't help but wonder if he really had complete amnesia.

I went to the bathroom to hide, and I went to open the door.

After waiting for a while, there was no movement outside.

I was a little nervous, but I thought it was a good thing.

After ten minutes like this, there was a knock on the bathroom door.

I quietly opened a small slit and found that it was the back of Fanyin, so I was much more relieved and hurriedly opened the door.

But the moment I pulled away, I suddenly regretted it: Fanyin was standing with his back to me, and in front of us stood an old man.

is Meng Jiancong's mother.

Now I can be sure that this matter was not done by Fanyin, and he doesn't have to bring Meng Jiancong's mother right now.

And, look at the shocked look on her face...... Could it be that this is her house?

I froze for a while, instinctively looking at the complexion.

He was probably a little messy too, like he was about to get into a fight, and he stretched out his arm and pulled me behind him.

I want to say hello, but I feel that it is out of place, and I run away......

The confrontation lasted for a long time, and finally, Meng Jiancong's mother took out her mobile phone and dialed the number, her tone was calmer than I imagined, but her voice was trembling at the end: "Jian Cong, now come to Dad's villa next to Mingyang Lake...... Don't worry, we'll wait for you. ”

I panicked and watched her hang up the phone, unable to say anything. Instead, Fanyin said: "This matter was framed by someone, and Su and I ......"

"I'm sorry." Meng Jiancong's mother said: "This is our home, please ask Mr. Fan to avoid it first."

This sentence confirms what I just thought.

Thinking that Meng Jiancong was on the road, I felt my scalp tingle. At this point, the marriage must not be married, so there is no need for me to wait for him here, explain to them as if I had confessed the evidence, and said, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Meng, I still have something to do, so I'll leave first." Sorry to bother you both. ”

Meng Mu said: "Jian Cong is already on the way, it's better for you to meet with him and explain things clearly."

"No need."

This matter is so obvious, they asked Meng Jiancong to ask for confrontation rather than explanation. I was even more embarrassed to my dad if I stayed.

Meng Mu said, "Then can you tell me that you are like this...... What is it for? ”

I know I can say that I was framed, but on the other side is Meng Jiancong's mother, and I think she is more concerned about the outcome of this incident. Therefore I did not speak.

"My son ......" her voice began to tremble, "Is there anything sorry for you?"

I said, "I'm sorry, I'm the one who should say I'm sorry."

Her eyes were red.

Fanyin opened his mouth: "Although it is a housework for several people, but as a victim, Mrs. Meng, I have to say that Ling Lang does have something to be sorry for her."

Meng Mu looked at him and didn't speak.

Fanyin continued: "You can at least be sure that neither Miss Su nor I have the key to this house, and we really went to your house if we wanted to cheat. It's a bureau, and the people who do it can come and go in and out of your house freely. Who's more responsible, you say? ”