Master Mo's beloved wife

"That family has a lot of money. He forces me. I have no choice."

The man said, then hung his head, bent his body, as if dead.

"Xiaolou, calm down." Li Wenhao looked at her with pity.

Which family can that family be and who can that person be?

So she has always been a victim, as early as ten years ago, they made such a choice.

Qin Xiaolou is biting his lips. A word seems to be stuck in his throat and can't say anything. It's like a dying fish. Death and suffocation are strong and direct.

Li Wenhao looked anxiously at Qin Xiaolou, pulled people up and walked out of the narrow and oppressive meeting room.

"Xiaolou, are you ok?"

Qin Xiaolou shook his head dully, with a smile more ugly than crying.

She turned her head and looked at the cold prison. In the autumn wind, a few remnant leaves floated by its door from time to time, with a desolate smell.

"I'm ok, it's just too sudden, too sudden." She spoke unconsciously.

"If you're sad, just cry. I'm the only one here. There's no one else." Li Wenhao caressed Qin Xiaolou and comforted her.

Qin Xiaolou closed his eyes, buried them in his chest and took a deep breath.

"Thank you." She said softly.

In such a sad and lonely moment, he was still by her side, that little warmth, for her, is like the last straw in the hands of drowning people.

Enough to comfort her sad heart.

After a while, she finally woke up from such warmth.

"What about the rest?" She broke free from his arms and looked at Li Wenhao seriously.

He knew she was asking about the follow-up,

"I'll take the evidence after that. Although it's been a long time, it's not without trace. The important thing is the murderer who pushed people in that year..."

"I know." Qin Xiaolou said calmly.

Of course she knows, and she knows it very well.

Just did not expect, ten years ago, song Xiaoxian's death is a premeditation, and the perpetrators of this conspiracy is only 16-year-old Mo XiuXiu!

"Since you understand, it's not difficult for us to find a breakthrough in this matter."

Li Wenhao said that his eyes were hidden under the lens and flashed a cold light.

The most urgent task now is to find Mo XiuXiu. Naturally, the truth of that year will come to the surface.

She held her hands tightly until the car left the prison far away, still not a bit relaxed.

As long as the bottom of her heart thinks that Mo XiuXiu personally killed song Xiaoxian, and all this was blamed on her, she can't help hating.

Ten years, ten years of injustice, Mo QingHan ten years of hate for her, bit by bit all accumulated in the heart, like a volcano gushing out, at this moment a sharp eruption.

Back to the city.

She still lives in Mo QingHan's apartment.

Fortunately, he didn't come often, and even seemed to have forgotten the place.

He forgot that she was happy to be at ease, lest his coming always seemed to remind her that she was a bird in his hand, and that she had nothing to do with freedom or anything.

"Xiaolou, is it here?" Li Wenhao made a warning.

Qin Xiaolou this just returned to God, looking at the familiar buildings around, the corners of his mouth flashed embarrassed smile.

"Please."

She pushed the door open, and Li Wenhao followed.

"Xiaolou." He stood behind her and stopped her.

"What's the matter?" Qin Xiaolou looks back.

Li Wenhao leaned on the side of the car, his eyes fell on her, with some gentle comfort.

"No, you're safe."

He didn't want to show his nostalgia. He always felt that it was too obvious. He lost his demeanor and dignity.

"You too."

Qin Xiaolou is a little funny. She thinks Li Wenhao's abnormality today may be the thought of old things, and her tone is more gentle.

This gentle, in the air, into a little bit unforgettable sweet.

"Goodbye." Li Wenhao said, I'm afraid it's really goodbye.

"Wen Hao, why are you so stupid today?"

Qin Xiaolou chuckled and took the initiative to come forward, giving a comforting hug, "don't worry, I will always be your good friend."

However, he wants more than good friends.

There was a trace of complexity in his eyes, and finally he left

The two people who looked at each other just now didn't see the luxury car parked not far away.

Porsche 911, a common model, is just the license plate number. I'm afraid we can't find a few.

Through that layer of dark glass, a line of Yin Wu's eyes looked straight at Qin Xiaolou, mixed with a little anger of betrayal and humiliation of catching the traitor in bed.

Until Qin Xiaolou's figure disappeared at the entrance of the apartment.

The owner of the car slowly stepped out of the car. With expensive shoes and low-key and luxurious suits, even the ordinary people feel that they are too expensive to look directly at.

"Dong Dong Dong!"

As soon as Qin Xiaolou arrived, he heard a rude knock on the door. He was a little puzzled.

It must have been a rude man, or the doorbell would have knocked on the door.

Click.

As soon as she opened the door, she was pushed open by someone outside.

Mo QingHan's face appeared at the door without any sign, which made Qin Xiaolou look silly and stand in the same place at a loss.

"What are you doing here?" She said with difficulty.

"I seem to remember that this is my home." He raised his thin lips, but his smile was not as good as his eyes.

Qin Xiaolou quickly stepped aside and stood aside in silence.

Indeed, he is the owner of the house, and she is not even a guest.

"Didn't you laugh so happily just now? Why can't you laugh when you see me? "

Mo QingHan doesn't go in. He just stands in front of Qin Xiaolou. Jun's face is almost close to her.

Scorching breath was lightly sprayed on her face, showing ambiguity.

Qin Xiaolou was embarrassed to leave her eyes open.

This action greatly angered Mo QingHan. He stretched out his hand, pinched her chin and twisted her in front of him.

"You don't want to see it. I just want you to see it. Qin Xiaolou, don't you forget your identity?"

His thick fingertips rub heavily against his white skin, and he brings up this fact again with great cruelty.

Just for a moment, there were two terrible red marks on her face.

Mo QingHan narrowed his eyes, and Qin Xiaolou stood in the same place without saying a word.

She didn't speak, just because when she saw him, she thought of the car accident that year. Her heart was in a mess. How could she still speak?

If he knew it wasn't because of her, would he