"A nail household on the side of Andui Mountain that you contacted committed suicide and left a suicide note, saying that he was forced by you."

The two got into the car, and after the car drove out, Zhou Qichuan spoke softly.

Song Zhiyuan was startled and turned his head to look at him suddenly.

"Do you still want to stay in the Zhou family?" Driving the car seriously, Zhou Qichuan asked calmly.

After a few seconds, Song Zhiyuan finally came back to his senses from the shock, still frowning in disbelief.

"Why not?" She asked rhetorically, trying to calm herself, "I just went to contact normally, talked to the other party about the conditions, reasoned with the law, and didn't say a word of cruelty." ”

"Hmm." Zhou Qichuan nodded and did not speak.

Simple notes came from the nasal cavity, but they were calm and powerful, and they were unusually certain.

"What do you mean by 'um'?" Song Zhiyuan still couldn't control it, and his emotions were a little chaotic.

"Since you want to stay in the Zhou family, then you don't have to think about anything, no one will touch you." Zhou Qichuan's dark eyes were deep, looking directly at the car in front of him, his voice was extremely low, with the power to soothe people's hearts.

Song Zhiyuan listened, and understood in an instant.

"Someone wants to fix me, the purpose is not to let me stay in the Zhou family?"

This time, Zhou Qichuan was silent and did not speak.

"Huh!" Looking at the man in front of him, Song Zhiyuan suddenly sneered, "It seems that this person is not simple, yesterday's nail household wanted to scratch my face, and today's nail household committed suicide directly." ”

She smiled, but her eyes were inexplicably red, "Don't you just want me to get out of the Zhou family, and I need to pay for a human life?" ”

Hearing that something was wrong in her voice, Zhou Qichuan turned his head and glanced at her.

Suddenly, his narrow and good-looking eyebrows twisted up, and he said in a deep voice, "The dead nail has advanced lung cancer, and he can't live for a few days." ”

I see!

Song Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably.

Thinking of something, she asked again, "Is it really suicide?" ”

Zhou Qichuan was silent again.

What Song Zhiyuan could think of, he couldn't think of.

After a moment of silence, he said, "Go to the police station first to record a confession, and you don't have to worry about the rest, what to do and continue to do what." ”

Song Zhiyuan closed his eyes, leaned back in the chair, nodded and said, "Okay." ”

……

Coming out of the police station, Song Zhiyuan and Zhou Qichuan returned to the Xiangmi Mansion.

When he got home, Song Zhiyuan went directly to the bedroom on the third floor, and Zhou Qichuan followed behind.

The two men were silent, and neither of them had spoken since they came out of the police station.

Just as Song Zhiyuan took his pajamas and was about to take a bath, Zhou Qichuan's mobile phone rang.

She glanced at it unintentionally, and when she saw the three words "Xu Nianhe" dancing on the screen, she couldn't help but lightly hook the corners of her lips, and went directly into the bathroom, and threw the door shut with a "bang~".

originally thought that Zhou Qichuan would definitely accompany Xu Nianhe, but he didn't.

When Song Zhiyuan came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, he smelled a smell of smoke wafting in from the direction of the balcony.

She turned her head to look and saw Zhou Qichuan sitting in a chair on the balcony, with a pair of long legs wide open, and the cigarettes on his fingertips were clearly extinguished in the dim light, and they had burned to the end.

Hearing the voice, he turned his head to look at it, suddenly hooked his lips, then extinguished the cigarette butt, got up and walked over to Song Zhiyuan.

"Anything else?" Looking at the approaching man, Song Zhiyuan's tone was indescribably indifferent and detached.

Zhou Qichuan stopped in front of her, looked at her with the corners of his lips hooked, and in his dark pupils, there was a star-like smile, which was wave and bad.

"Sleeping with my wife, does it count?"

Song Zhiyuan rolled his eyes at him, turned around and walked away.

Zhou Qichuan lowered his head and smiled and entered the bathroom.

Song Zhiyuan lay on the bed, took the mobile phone and began to swipe.

There is no news about the suicide of the nail household in Anduishan on the Internet.

Therefore, Song Zhiyuan is even more sure that this "suicide case" is only aimed at her.

Who will be behind it?

Zhou Jiangyuan and Su Mujun? Or Xu Nianhe?

The Zhou family is the Zhou family, and if the news leaks out, it will be extremely unfavorable to the Zhou family.

Zhou Jiangyuan and Su Mujun would not do such a stupid thing in order to force her to divorce Zhou Qichuan.

Therefore, it can only be Xu Nianhe.

Who asked her to take Zhou Qichuan to block Xu Nianhe in the hospital this morning, and she lost face.

Just thinking about it, the bathroom door "click~" was pulled open from the inside with a soft sound, Song Zhiyuan came back to his senses and lifted his eyes to look.

When she saw Zhou Qichuan, who was wearing nothing, coming out of it, she breathed for a moment, and quickly returned her gaze to the screen of her mobile phone.

"I've asked people to clean up the guest room, you go sleep in the guest room." She struggled to control her heartbeat.

"Hmm." Zhou Qichuan replied in a low voice, wiping his hair while walking towards the big bed.

Song Zhiyuan didn't dare to look up at him at all, and it wasn't until out of the corner of her eye caught a glimpse of the man's strong arm stretched over, lifting the corner of the quilt to lie down, and she turned her head suddenly.