The real daughter calculates with her fingers, she will become rich after the divorce

The photo is a group photo from the previous dinner.

It was just a section of Xie Yanci's speech, with only Meng Xingluan and him on it.

The woman was wearing a gorgeous evening dress, the sequins on the skirt were shining brightly, her skin was white and delicate, and her eyebrows were cold, as if she were a goddess from nine heavens away.

The man standing behind her was tall, his eyelids were slightly drooped when the photo was taken, and he had a pair of pious eyes under his thick eyelashes.

Is Xie Yanci already interested in her at this time?

Meng Xingluan's eyes flashed, and then he swiped up to pop up the password input interface.

She first tried Xie Yanci's birthday password.

Prompt error.

Meng Xingluan tried his birthday password again.

The prompt is still wrong.

None of them are right.

Meng Xingluan's fingertips paused slightly, and she thought carefully about what else the man would use to set the password.

After a moment, she tried the numbers again.

It was the time she triggered thunder to scare those ghosts who wanted to make money on a rainy night.

As soon as she turned around, she ran into the man's deep eyes.

The phone prompt is still wrong.

Meng Xingluan:......

So what password did Xie Yanci use?

The woman raised her hand and rubbed her eyebrows. Suddenly, a light flashed in front of her eyes.

She lowered her head and pressed a series of numbers.

The password is correct.

Meng Xingluan was really speechless this time.

Sure enough, he saw her face clearly during the thank-you speech.

That day, Song Nanzhu was chased by a ghost. In order to catch the ghost, Meng Xingluan jumped out from a height of more than ten floors.

I happened to be standing outside the bathroom of a house.

Looking up, there is a picture of a beautiful man taking a bath.

The password for the thank you speech is the date of that day.

From the original score.

With mixed emotions, Meng Xingluan clicked on Xie Yanci’s WeChat message.

His social media is very simple, and everyone has their full names, except Meng Xingluan's.

The note he gave her was two capital letters - MW.

My world.

It means my world, my hopes and everything.

Meng Xingluan was startled.

Her weight in Xie Yanci's heart seemed to be more important than she imagined.

She is pinned to the top of his WeChat account.

Meng Xingluan quickly suppressed the emotion in his eyes and clicked on the unread message.

[Confession Planner: Mr. Xie, we have completed setting up the scene. When will you bring your girlfriend over? The music and petals are ready. 】

This news made Meng Xingluan fascinated for a long time.

It wasn't until Pei Yuan came in with the thermos box that Meng Xingluan came back to his senses.

She subconsciously pressed down the screen.

He raised his head and said, "Thank you, Madam."

Such a polite and distant address made Pei Yuan frown slightly.

She calmly placed the incubator on the table in the ward and invited Meng Xingluan to come over for dinner.

"Luan Luan, now that you are Yan Ci's girlfriend, you can be more casual when you ask me. Mrs. Xie is too outspoken."

Meng Xingluan walked over and politely called "Aunt Pei." '

Pei Yuan nodded with satisfaction.

After several hours of rest and adjustment, she has now fully adjusted.

When Meng Xingluan was drinking porridge with a spoon in her left hand, Pei Yuan's eyes fell on her injured right hand.

In order to make it easier to change the dressing, Meng Xingluan cut the cuffs of her V-neck white bottoming shirt shorter with scissors.

The hospital has heating, so it's not cold at all.

Pei Yuan's eyes were filled with distress.

"Luanluan, does it hurt?"

When they returned yesterday, Xie Zhiyuan told them about Meng Xingluan's injury.

Although I didn't see the wound, I knew it was painful just from the description.

"It doesn't hurt, it's just a little skin injury, don't worry."

She was careful in her approach and did not injure any muscles or bones. It would only take a few days for her to recover.

But it was this calm look that made Pei Yuan feel even more sad.

Too sensible.

No wonder someone as stubborn as Mrs. Xie could accept her instantly.

Meng Xingluan's inherent charm is enough to impress anyone.

It is understandable that his younger son would become a love brain.

Pei Yuan waited for Meng Xingluan to finish breakfast before going to see the thank-you speech.

Still looks the same.

Wake up or not...it's up to fate.

"He'll be fine."

Meng Xingluan walked up to Pei Yuan at some point, and his confident tone made her feel at ease.

Pei Yuan nodded and said, "Today the old lady took Chengcheng and the others to the temple to pray for their safety."

Regardless of whether it works or not, you have to give it a try.

Meng Xingluan lowered her eyes and didn't respond, but the black and blue under her eyes made Pei Yuan couldn't help but frown.

The next second, Pei Yuan forcefully asked her to rest in the cubicle next to her.

Superior wards have everything you need.

Even the bed is very comfortable and soft.

Meng Xingluan couldn't resist her. He lay on the bed but didn't feel sleepy at all.

She turned sideways and took out her phone.

I haven’t looked at my phone for nearly a day, and there are already 99+ unread messages.

Meng Xingluan specifically checked the hot searches on Weibo. There was no report on such a huge movement last night. It was obvious that someone had suppressed it.

The first person she thought of was Shen Que.

His appearance was so sudden that Meng Xingluan, who had calmed down, felt strange.

To say it was a coincidence would be too far-fetched.

Including the time when Shu Jinsheng was violently beaten... everything seems to be traceable.

Meng Xingluan called the detective agency she was looking for and asked how their investigation was going.

Is Shen Muyan really Shen Que?

After all, there are probably no two people in the world with exactly the same handwriting.

"Ms. Meng, I was just about to call you. The boss behind Lingzhou is indeed named Shen Muyan. I also found a photo here. Take a look."

After saying that, he directly sent the photo to Meng Xingluan's mobile phone via WeChat.

Meng Xingluan clicked on the photo.

The photo was restored and became high-definition. The man's handsome profile is sharp and his jawline is smooth.

There was a lazy and wanton smile on his lips.

There is a curly-haired woman in his arms. Her back is to the camera and her face cannot be seen.

But all the characteristics of this man matched those of Shen Que.

Shen Que has a red mole under his earlobe, and the man in the photo also has it.

"Are you sure his name is Shen Muyan?"

"It's absolutely true, his name is definitely Shen Muyan."

The detective's tone was determined.

Meng Xingluan was silent for a moment, "Okay, I understand. I will transfer the balance to you directly via WeChat."

Shen Muyan, Shen Que.

It's the same person.

It seems that her senior disciple still has many secrets hidden in her body.

Meng Xingluan squinted his eyes calmly and first transferred the balance to the detective agency before sending a message to Shen Que.

[Are you still at the police station? 】

It took three minutes for the other side to reply.

[Shen Que: I went downstairs to the hospital, senior sister, where are you? I'm coming to find you now. I bought you breakfast. 】

Meng Xingluan asked him to wait for her at the stairs on the thirteenth floor.

But when she just washed her face with cold water and came out, Shen Que had already opened the ward door and came in.