President, Mrs. is dancing on your grave with five little babies.

The pitiful look in his eyes reminded Si Han of the scene when he saw Bian Guanyue in the slum a few years ago.

At that time, Bian Guanyue was still a little girl who was tortured by her stepfather with scars all over her body.

She just squatted at the door, looked up at Si Han passing by pitifully, then grabbed the hem of his clothes, and asked him, "Can you mind me?"

Si Han took her away and kept her by his side until today.

"Bian Guanyue." Si Han said softly, raised his knuckle-boned hand, pinched Bian Guanyue's jaw, and forced his eyes to meet.

Those beautiful eyes seemed to be stuffed into the entire Milky Way, they were charming, cold and gentle.

It's easy to get lost in it.

But Si Han was very sober, his tone gradually turned cold.

Every word, even the punctuation mark, is full of chills, "You should know that the reason I took you away is not because you are pitiful, but because you are calm and wise enough."

That's right, Bian Guanyue was indeed squatting at the door of the slum back then, pitifully asking Si Han if he could take care of him.

But in fact, when the door is pushed open, everyone will find the stepfather who died in a pool of blood and has already died many times.

The cause of death was very simple. It was a dagger polished with iron sheet, which accurately cut the stepfather's carotid artery.

The little hand that Bianguan Yuechao stretched out was not asking for help, but looking for a scapegoat.

She just wanted to find someone to take the blame for her murder.

Si Han noticed the deep scar on Bian Guanyue's palm at first glance, and even smelled the blood on her body that smelled of alcohol.

He guessed what Bian Guanyue had done, but didn't expose it.

He held Bian Guanyue's hand, covered the scar, and controlled her for so many years.

"But, you never need me to take care of you." Si Han pierced mercilessly, and the strength in his hand was getting stronger and stronger.

Bian Guanyue's mandible was almost crushed.

Bian Guanyue endured the pain and remained silent, still acting like a well-behaved child, quietly looking at Si Han in front of her.

Finally, Si Han shook her off, "Let's go out."

Bian Guanyue walked out obediently.

She was exposed, and there was no point in staying any longer.

Downstairs, a car honked its horn at her.

Bian Guanyue looked up, then pursed her lips and walked over.

He opened the door and sat in the co-pilot.

"Madam Sui Rong." Bian Guanyue said obediently.

"Have you separated from the Bo family?" Mrs. Sui Rong sat in the back row, flipping through the magazine in her hand leisurely.

Bian Guanyue was taken aback for a moment, but still nodded honestly, "Yes."

Then he added, "I originally wanted to keep in touch, but that little guy called Tuantuan went to the hospital to copy all the patient's information, as if he wanted to check something, so I got away in time."

This reduces your suspicion.

"That little guy is said to be very good at fortune-telling." Madam Sui Rong didn't raise her head, her tone remained flat, "Maybe I'm going to figure out who has influence on the Bo family."

"I have already revised my information, she will definitely not be able to figure it out." Bian Guanyue said.

But after a pause, she still asked Mrs. Sui Rong, "Do you need to kill that child?"

"It's just a little guy, how big a storm can it cause." Mrs. Sui Rong disdained, "Besides, the net will be closed soon, don't waste time on such trivial things."

Energy should be reserved for the final big move!