After the divorce, my ex’s brother became very possessive of me.

Song Wen Jingxin's long body was leaning lazily on the single sofa, holding a wine glass in one hand, and the red liquid also floated in his graceful swaying posture.

Opposite him, Su Junyan sat with the same lazy posture, but the auras of the two men were completely opposite.

Su Junyan is a young man with a yuppie aura all over his body, while Song Wenjing is a deep and reserved type.

Two outstanding men sat across from each other, each holding a red wine glass in his hand. Each was thinking about his own things, and neither of them spoke. However, Su Junyan seemed to be more absent-minded, holding a mobile phone and flipping through the pages. I don’t know what I saw on the mobile phone screen, but my thin lips curled up and down, and my smile was a bit full of spring.

There was a knock on the door of the box, and then someone pushed the door open and came in. It was Ji Yang.

As he walked towards Song Wenjing, he put his mobile phone into his suit pocket and nodded: "Mr. Song, I've asked you all clearly. Miss Shen should have gone to see Ye Jinglan just now, but on the way, it seems that Xie Lingxi also came up, and there was a waiter. I heard they were arguing in the room, and Ms. Shen finally left first. About 40 minutes later, Xie Lingxi also left. Ye Jinglan never left the hotel room."

Song Wenjing frowned, raised the cigarette between her fingertips to her lips, and took a puff. Before she could speak, Su Junyan across from him burst into laughter.

"Holy shit, 40 minutes? Ye Jinglan's this is too short-lasting. It's really useless. What kind of magic is that? I've seen it a few times. She looks like a lustful woman at first glance. How can she be satisfied?"

"........."

Ji Yang coughed slightly and looked a little embarrassed. Song Wenjing raised her eyebrows without any emotion, her eyes were silent, and her handsome face looked even more dim in the dimly lit box.

"Wen Jing, tell me, does that woman miss the time she spent with you in the past few years?"

Su Junyan stepped forward without fear of death and teased Song Wenjing. Under the orange light, his peach blossom eyes flashed around. Song Wenjing's eyes couldn't help but look sharp when she looked at him.

He reached out, took a piece of apple from the coffee table, and stuffed it directly into Su Junyan's mouth. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Shut up, do you understand?"

Su Junyan "coughed" twice, took the apple from his mouth and took a bite. They were both people who knew each other well. Of course, he knew everything about Xie Lingxi, and Ji Yang knew it even more, so he had no reservations. He said bluntly: "It's okay to shut me up, but... can you really hide it? I'm thinking now, if one day you kick Ye Jinglan out of the Ye family, will Xie Lingxi come back to find you?"

Song Wenjing's lips curled up in a cold arc, "Does she have the nerve to come to me?"

Not intending to continue this uncomfortable topic, Song Wenjing held her chin in one hand, took a puff of cigarette, dusted off the ashes, and asked Ji Yang: "Can you be sure who hit him?"

"...I can't be sure about this, but the room attendant of the hotel said that the arguing sounds belonged to two women, and there was no man's voice, so I speculate that it should be Xie Lingxi."

Song Wenjing nodded, "Ji Yang, I asked you to investigate the matter in the UK before. Tomorrow, find a newspaper with the best sales in City C and provide them with some clues."

Ji Yang was stunned for a moment, and soon understood. He nodded, "Yes, Mr. Song, I'll do it now."

…………

As soon as Ji Yang left, Su Junyan approached him again with a gossipy look on his face, "Wen Jing, are you... really going to make a move this time? Is that Nian Zhi really that attractive to you?"

"Does Mu Chenchu ​​attract you?"

Song Wenjing chuckled and pointed at the mobile phone in Su Junyan's hand. When he just leaned over, he accidentally touched the screen of the mobile phone and the screen automatically lit up.

On the screen, there was a picture of a man forcefully grabbing the back of a woman's neck and kissing her.

Although the woman was just a silhouette, even if she had only seen her a few times, it was impossible for Song Wenjing not to recognize that woman as Mu Chenchu.

"Taking her on a business trip this time seems to be the right time and the right place."

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Su Junyan's handsome face, and he was embarrassed to hide the phone, so he simply put it on the coffee table generously, raised his eyebrows, and said stiffly, "Women are so troublesome, she has to let this thing go." I made it, otherwise I wouldn't be so boring."

Song Wenjing smiled but said nothing, but the look in her eyes clearly meant that you were lying.

Su Junyan felt even more embarrassed when he saw him. How rare that the young master of the Su family, who had lived among thousands of flowers without a single leaf touching his body, would become so panicked because of a woman.

Love, is this thing a poison or an antidote?

Who can tell clearly?

Song Wenjing also had a lot of things to deal with now, so he didn't waste too much time on Su Junyan and Mu Chenchu. After all, it was their own business. He knew Su Junyan very well, and he was usually really promiscuous. He was used to it, but if he could let Mr. Su put a picture of a woman on the screen of his mobile phone, he must be tempted.

He raised his eyebrows and stood up, "You continue to look at the photos and miss people."

"........."

It wasn't until the man closed the door to the box that Su Junyan shouted angrily, "Who the hell is looking at the photo and missing the person?"

Mu Chenchu ​​didn't come back at night, so Nian Zhi grabbed some food, read the news, and looked up some information about mental disorders. At about 9 o'clock, she went to bed. She had no dreams all night, and woke up the next day. When she arrived, she was awakened by the ringing of her cell phone. She opened her eyes drowsily and picked up the cell phone on the bedside table. Nian Zhi pressed the call button without even looking at the number.

"Hello, hello..." He had just woken up, his voice was full of sleepiness.

"I'm at the door of your apartment. Come open the door for me."

On the other end of the phone was a man's voice that Nian Zhi was familiar with. It was deep and pleasant.