After admitting the wrong person and getting the wrong certificate, the heir of a wealthy family bec

Xiao'er slowly put down his chopsticks after hearing Zhan Yan's words.

"Sister, brother-in-law, I'm full and I'm going back to my room first."

Xiaoer is very sensible and knows that his sister and brother-in-law have something to discuss, and there are things they say between husband and wife that are not convenient for him to know.

"Ding dong!"

Wen Rao's cell phone rang at this moment, she gestured to Zhan Yan and picked up.

"Xiao Wen, take a look at the hot news. Ding Jun's matter has been exposed."

The caller was Captain Zhang, who was still at the police station.

Wen Rao hung up the phone and read the hot news, frowned, stood up and prepared to go out.

"There is something I need to follow up on, Zhan Yan. If you have anything else, wait until I get back in the evening."

Because there are new changes in Ding Jun's case, Wen Rao is anxious to go back.

Zhan Yan also put down his chopsticks and caught up with the key.

"I send you."

"No, you can eat first."

"Consider me apologizing." Zhan Yan took the opportunity to pinch Wen Rao's cheek.

"But didn't you have something else to say just now?"

Wen Rao thought he had other ideas about checking his cell phone.

She didn't want to leave unresolved problems in Zhan Yan's heart, so she wanted to have a good talk with him when she came back.

"Actually, I want to discuss this with you. I have already arranged for people to change our rooms. Construction will start this weekend. It will be more convenient for you to live in a bedroom with a bathroom."

After Zhan Yan finished speaking, he had already put on his shoes and opened the door.

"Are you thinking of killing first and showing off later?"

Wen Rao didn't expect him to be so persistent, but this was in line with the Zhan Yan she knew, who had his stubbornness and persistence in doing things.

"Then, wife, are you still angry with me?"

Zhan Yan looked at her with a smile, stars shining in his eyes.

Wen Rao fell into his vast eyes for a moment. This feeling of being invisibly loved and cared for all the time is easy to get immersed in, making it difficult to extricate yourself.

"Zhan Yan, you want to deliberately spoil me so that I can't live without you, and finally be completely locked in by you, right?"

Wen Rao raised her hand and pinched his chin.

His chin was sharp and clean-shaven, making him look fresh and masculine.

What Wen Rao didn't know was that Zhan Yan's chin was a sensitive area. Once she pinched and touched it, strange feelings surged through her body.

"Honey, if you squeeze it a few more times, I'll have to take a cold shower for a while."

Zhan Yan told the truth.

After Wen Rao reacted, her cheeks turned red, she raised her hand and pushed him, and said to Xiaoer in the room,

"Xiao'er, stay at home and don't go out tonight. I'll be back in two or three hours."

"I understand, sister and husband. Be careful on the road.

"Xiaoer responded obediently, but there was a big question mark on his head!

Are your sister and brother-in-law okay now?

Also, what kind of tiger and wolf words did your brother-in-law just use?

He seemed to understand, but he didn't seem to fully understand.

……

Zhan Yan drove Wen Rao to the police station. On the way, Wen Rao kept reading the hot news.

The headlines are all about Ding Jun.

Someone captured a video of Ding Jun being chased and beaten by the bride's family.

In the video, the bride's family shouted that Ding Jun was the murderer. Some even exposed photos of the bride lying on the ground covered in blood. Some of the photos were not coded, showing no basic respect for the deceased.

Wen Rao guessed that the people attending the wedding banquet had kept the video on and happened to capture it.

But the video clearly did not capture Ding Jun killing anyone, but many self-media reposts have labeled Ding Jun a murderer.

As the video spread more and more widely, the whole thing gradually changed its flavor, developing towards a horror and fantasy side.