The source of inspiration is always strange, and Shen Fanyin herself didn't expect that a piece of chocolate could remind her of so many things.

With chocolate in her mouth, Shen Fanyin suddenly remembered the day Jing Zeheng brought her this brand of chocolate for the first time.

That day, she was in Xingrui, and she was dizzy because of the loss of the design draft, and Su Mu robbed the chicken leg in the lunch.

That day, Jing Zeheng did find signs of a Trojan virus in Wang Rui's computer, and sent Sheng Hua's programmers to help find the person who attacked them. The final investigation results showed that the other party's P address was in the country, and Shen Fanyin only thought that she had just shown her edge and provoked her peers here to target her.

After all, on that day, Miranda overcame the jet lag to scold her while it was hot.

She brushed away the dust of the old things, which made Miranda think that she was bored for a while, and the white eyes were about to turn to the sky—

"Staying up all night scolding you? Are you so idle when I? I had just finished Spring Fashion Week that day, and before I got back to the hotel, I heard a little girl who was so jumpy that she even ignored her contract."

"Do you remember who told you?"

"I want to think about it...... I guess my assistant told me, I think I heard it from the party."

Shen Fanyin's eyes dimmed slightly.

Separated by jet lag and sea water, will the bigwigs at the Imperial City Spring Fashion Week pay attention to her, a little transparent who can't even receive an invitation?

Who would believe it if it wasn't deliberate?

Miranda drank her coffee and didn't ask her why she brought it up again, but complained, "Is this old fellow good at Maduff? What's the deal with trapping us all here?"

Outside the window, the people who came to the exhibition lost their temper and didn't care about the artistic atmosphere, and they wanted to leave the place noisily. They all heard the gunfire just now, and they were both shocked and frightened at the moment, and they felt like tens of thousands of people were playing werewolf killing together.

Shen Fanyin held the milk tea cup in both hands, and sincerely felt that it would be good to trap them here for a while longer.

It's not kind, but it's really easy to find someone.

As if catching a glimpse of the schadenfreude in Shen Fanyin's eyes, Miranda rolled her eyes unceremoniously: "Are you still in the mood to laugh?" Do you think you'll be able to get out?"

Shen Fanyin: "Don't say it, no one will stop me when I go out."

So, Miranda watched the little girl leave and stepped out of the cordon directly.

Not only did she go, but she also took two other girls with her.

Miranda was silent.

Shen Fanyin came back to his senses, and his gaze fell back on Jiang Yue.

Jiang Yue lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her hands trembled slightly.

She bit her lower lip hard, afraid that she would put herself in a dilemma by not paying attention to what she said.

Looking at her like this, what else does Shen Fanyin not understand?

She cleared her throat and spoke slowly, "Someone told your father that Jing Muhan's laboratory research project would pose a great threat to the Jiang family, and your father believed this nonsense and stuffed you to Jing Muhan's side."

"Your family is getting closer to him, and you're doing each other a little favor once in a while—"

"For example, your Jiang programmer helped them steal a few blueprints from Xingrui, for example, he will help you keep an eye on my brother's whereabouts, for example, you also helped them control the monitoring equipment of a mental hospital on the outskirts of Anseong."

Every time Shen Fanyin said one more word, Jiang Yue's face became even worse.

Jiang Yue's eyes were full of horror when he saw Shen Fanyin, and his throat was so dry that it seemed to be stuffed into a soldering iron.

She asked, "Y-How do you know this?"

Shen Fanyin: "Half guessing, half tempting. Thank you, you gave me a positive answer."

Jiang Yue: "......"

Shen Fanyin's slender fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop, and after a moment of silence, she asked, "Is it Qi Song?"

Jing Zeheng said that it was impossible for Qi Jin to complete these things alone, and there must be someone behind her to help her.

Shen Fanyin mentioned this matter to Su Mu. At that time, Su Damei looked frightened and shook her head decisively: Impossible, Qi Jin, that madman, has always only believed in her

Herself, she is very conceited, how can she join forces with others?

Jing Zeheng is right, Qi Jin is closely monitored, and someone must help her; Su Mu was right, Qi Jin was not able to easily trust other people's personalities at all.

The two of them are right, then there must be someone who is like-minded with Qi Jin in the matter of targeting Shen Fanyin.

Shen Fanyin thought about Qi Jin's father, Qi Bai, but after thinking about it, Qi Song, who was an uncle, was more suspicious.

After all, the first day of the Lunar New Year caused a scene in the Qi family, but it directly caused Qi Song's baby illegitimate son Qi Miao to miss the Qi family's management.

Qi Song had every reason to hate Shen Fanyin.

Jiang Yue learned to be obedient this time, her eyes were lowered and she looked indifferent, not looking at Shen Fanyin at all, for fear that she would give her an answer again.

Shen Fanyin: "It is necessary to explain that although I used a questioning tone, this time it is really not speculation."

Jiang Yue: "......"

Jiang Yue's brows furrowed.

She looked at Shen Fanyin as if she had broken the jar: "I'm already like this, can you let me go?"

Shen Fanyin: "Of course persimmons have to pick up soft pinch, who makes you look the best bully now?"

「……」

Jiang Yue didn't want to speak.

She let out a long sigh and leaned back in her chair.

Raising her head without any image, she suddenly felt that her shoulders were much lighter.

It was as if the burden that had always been on her heart had been removed, she thought, so be it, whatever it is, the big deal is death, can it be worse than ten years in prison?

She took a deep breath slowly. After looking at it, the air was stained with a touch of sweetness.

She said, "Your guesses are correct, and I can even testify to you if I need to."

Shen Fanyin raised her eyebrows: "What conditions do you have?"

"Well, yes."

Jiang Yue sat up straight, looking at Shen Fanyin's eyes with more brightness.

"Help me tell Ah Han that I agreed to my father to come to him, not because of father-daughter affection or family interests."

"My mother is sick, and Qi Song has a kidney in his hand. source."

"She's my mom, I'm going to save her."

"Even if it's unscrupulous."

A tear slid across her face, Jiang Yue took a deep breath, the corners of her mouth slowly rose, and she smiled as gently as Shen Fanyin when she first saw her:

"Help me tell him, I'm sorry."

Shen Fanyin caught a glimpse of the emotion in her eyes, and after a moment of silence, she nodded lightly: "Okay, I'll convey it."

"Thank you."

Jiang Yue's eyes were crooked when she smiled, and her big black and white eyes were misty.

"By the way, Shen Fanyin, you forgot someone......

On the way out of prison, Shen Fanyin thought about a lot of things.

If Ms. Shen of her family encounters such a thing, then she ......

She has no family background that can control the situation, and she has no potential to be an undercover agent, so it is estimated that no one will find a kidney in particular. Source to pinch her.

Shen Fanyin stopped, frowning slightly.

Zeng Wanwan and Duan Tianxin stood outside the prison gate and waited, and saw Shen Fanyin laughing for a while and frowning for a while, and now they didn't even walk away, looking at the sky there.

What major blow did this take?

They looked at each other, walked up to her, and asked in unison, "What do you think?" She's you off?"

Shen Fanyin's eyebrows tightened, and he said distressedly: "No wonder the teacher said to be a useful person, like me, I don't even have the qualifications to be a chess piece."

Zeng Wanwan and Duan poured their hearts: "......?"