conspirator's love

Fang Yan was sent to a taxi by Wang Zhe. He told the taxi driver his home address and turned around to go back.

Fang Yan grabbed his clothes, "Wang Zhe!" she called.

Fang Yan rearranged her thoughts on the way down the mountain. She finally realized that Wang Zhe was the man's accomplice. Together they kidnapped herself and extorted tens of millions of ransom from Mo Jiaxin. For Jiaxin's safety, don't call the police when you go back.If Wang Zhe is allowed to go back at this time, will Mo Jiaxin's situation be worsened?

"What? Let me go, I have to go back right away, do you want something to happen to Mo Jiaxin?" Wang Zhe turned his head and frowned.

Fang Yan hesitated for a moment when he heard his words, but he still felt that he was no friend or foe, he was just a cockroach, and he wanted to hold him back, "Didn't Tian Jun and the others go already, won't you take me home?" At this time She didn't think about it, what if she fell into the hands of the kidnapper's accomplice again?

"Fang Yan, don't make me regret letting you go, go home honestly, and I will keep Mo Jiaxin safe." Wang Zhe lowered his voice and said sternly.

"What guarantee do you have?" Dialect blurted out.

"I'm her own brother. I promise with the same blood on my body as hers." Wang Zhe spit out a sentence through his teeth.

The taxi driver turned his head impatiently, "Can you go?"

When Fang Yan heard Wang Zhe's words, he finally withdrew his hand.The driver started the car.

As the car started, Fang Yan stared out the window blankly, seeing Wang Zhe running past the same way he had come.

What does he mean?He is Mo Jiaxin's younger brother?Dialect recalled that she was in the mountain hut just now, and she did hear Wang Zhe calling Sister Mo Jiaxin, but she thought it was just a general call at the time.But he was actually Mo Jiaxin's younger brother.

And what happened to the 2000 million yuan? At that time, she heard that Mo Jiaxin was the head of the house where she lived, but she didn't care too much. But she is so rich. Is she so rich that she needs to hire a bodyguard?

The most important thing is, how many things does Mo Jiaxin keep from her!Dialect's head was muddled, and she wanted to scratch her head, only to realize that she had a broken head and hadn't dealt with it yet, "Hiss," she gasped, it really hurt.

Fortunately, Wang Zhe found a bottle of water for her and wiped her face well when she just came down the mountain. Otherwise, if she appeared on the street with dry blood on her face, no taxi would dare to stop.

No, the driver in front was still looking at the rearview mirror frequently, thinking that the dialect looked suspicious.

The light-colored jacket was too splattered with blood, so she had no choice but to take it off and throw it away.All she is wearing now is a purple long-sleeved fitted dress with high-heeled ankle boots.

"Girl, are you here to climb the mountain?" The driver uncle couldn't help asking.

"I don't look like a mountain climber?" Fang Yan rubbed his arms and legs. After being tied up for so long, there were strangle marks when he opened his clothes.

"Nowadays, little girls love to be pretty, and they come here to climb mountains wearing high-heeled boots. Your courage is commendable." The uncle driver probably just saw dialect's outfit and thought it was weird, and then accidentally swept the leash under her arm. He felt that the child was doing some kind of wild battle in the mountains, or something strange, such as m or something, and his face turned green in an instant.

"Are... are you... all right?" the uncle asked stammeringly.

Fang Yan suddenly thought of a question, Wang Zhe stuffed her into a taxi, did he give her money?She couldn't help showing a guilty smile at the rearview mirror.

The uncle driver shivered from her laughter.

When the car drove downstairs, Fang Yan only thought about going up to get the money later, but found that he had forgotten one more important thing, that is, the house keys were still in the bag, and the bag was still in...

What an imperfect rescue plan, the hostage said he was speechless.

But just when she was struggling with how to tell the uncle driver that she actually didn't want to come back here and wanted to go to another place, she saw a kind figure at a glance, well, it just looks kind of kind now, " Zhang Zilu!"

Zhang Zilu was walking around his No.20 downstairs, when he suddenly heard a dialect calling him, he stopped, and ran over three steps at a time, "Fang..."

Before he could say a word of Fang, Dialect stretched out his hand and said, "Quick! Quick! Give me some money to pay the fare first."

The uncle driver looked over and saw that the girl had just finished climbing the mountain with a young man, and she might have done some strange things. Then there was another man standing downstairs waiting for her. What kind of chaotic urban drama is this? It looked better than the eight o'clock stall, so he didn't rush to ask for his car money, and stretched his neck to watch the excitement.

"You didn't bring any money?" Zhang Zilu asked while taking out his wallet from his pants pocket.

Seeing that the fare has been settled, Fang Yan jumped out of the car happily.

Zhang Zilu saw that she really had a dress with leggings, and she didn't even have a pocket. "Where did this come from?"

"In the mountains," the driver uncle eagerly answered while watching the excitement, "The girl is wearing this and went climbing in the mountains."

With a keen eye for dialect, he took out a few dollars of change from Zhang Zilu's wallet and stuffed them into Zhang Zilu's hands, "The money is just right, so hurry up, don't delay your work!"

The uncle driver took the money and knew that he was suspected, so he grinned and drove away.

Dialect held Zhang Zilu's arm affectionately, "Have you eaten yet? Let's go eat together."

Zhang Zilu frowned and shook off her hand, "Fang Yan, I rushed here just after I got back from a business trip. I want to check with you about something."

"Then you have to eat! Are you hungry to say it? Go, go, I know everything you want to ask." Fang Yan dragged him out of the community again.

"You don't have the money to just drag me, so you want me to treat you to dinner." Zhang Zilu was not fooled, and muttered.

"Don't eat expensive ones, treat me to a bowl of wonton stew head office, I'm too hungry to answer your question."

The hair on the back of Fang Yan's head was sticky with blood, and Zhang Zilu suddenly saw the back of her head, "Fang Yan, what's wrong with your head?"

"Head?" Dialect touched it with his hand, and the dried blood stained his hand, "Oh, I fell so hungry that I want to eat!" She continued to yell.

"Let's go, let's go eat. You really are living longer and going back." Zhang Zilu followed her out, "Hey, didn't you agree to eat wonton stew? Why are you going to the Hunan restaurant? This way." Zhang Zilu held his hand After a while, I finally pulled the dialect into the wonton stew shop on the street.

"That restaurant is delicious." Fang Yan kept his mouth shut, turned his head and looked at the Hunan restaurant reluctantly.

After eating three bowls of wonton stew and two drawers of steamed buns.Dialect finally felt that he was alive again, and he had been hungry for a whole day.

Putting down the chopsticks, she became worried again, wondering if Tian Jun had fished out Mo Jiaxin, and if Mo Jiaxin had suffered from meeting that disgusting kidnapper.

Thinking of the perversion, her hairs stood on end again, she chattered her arms, and shook her head to get those horrible images out of her head.

She was not the only one who lowered her head and fell into deep thought. Zhang Zilu looked very deep today, and even eating buns gave off a feeling of vicissitudes.

"What's the matter with you? Steamed buns stuffed with cabbage are not to your liking?" Dialect asked his benefactor considerately, and made up his mind to borrow a big ticket from him.

"No, actually..." Zhang Zilu hesitated to speak.

"How is it today? Everyone is hesitating." Dialect asked.

"Who else?" Zhang Zilu asked casually.

Dialect wanted to say Uncle Driver, but he still replied, "No one. What do you want to check with me?"

"Actually, I received an email from an unfamiliar mailbox, which said..." Zhang Zilu got stuck again.

"Brother, are you choking on the steamed stuffed bun? Don't play with me like that, you'll get stuck at a critical point." Dialect said impatiently.

"Dialect, are you full?"

"Yeah." Dialect nodded while lying on the table.

"Sure enough, his attitude has changed." Zhang Zilu shook his head in disappointment.

"Don't say that? Don't you know what I've been through these two days? I'm also very tired. If you have something to say, hurry up and say it, okay?" Fang Yan comforted him.

"The letter said that Mo Jiaxin deliberately seduced me and asked me to divorce, in order to..."

"Hey," Fang Yan sighed, and came again, "Because you want to be with me, right?" Not getting used to Zhang Zilu's difficult labor like laying eggs, Fang Yan answered smoothly.

Zhang Zilu's eyes widened, "So you know?"

Fang Yan covered his mouth, hiccupped in fright, and almost spit out a shepherd's purse wonton stew.

"Actually, I only found out about it recently." Fang Yan felt that Zhang Zilu was really sorry for this incident, and he was also the one who was cannon fodder anyway.

"Is that true?" Zhang Zilu approached and asked, a scent of cologne came over his face.

Dialect turned his head, "Anyway, it's true."

"This is too bullying!" Zhang Zilu slapped the table, and the bitten bun jumped three times in the cage. "Playing with other people's feelings! Liar!"

With a yell, he attracted the eyes of other people in the store, and their fiery eyes swept over Fang Yan, as if to see the real body of this emotional liar.

Dialect lowered his head and covered his face, it was already too late. "Zhang Zilu!" Fang Yan tugged at his sleeve, "Sit down, don't get excited."

"What are you sitting on, come out!" Zhang Zilu grabbed Fang Yan by the collar, grabbed her up, and threw her out the door.

"Today, tell me clearly, where on earth did you recruit this abusive relationship, and come here to harm your husband." Zhang Zilu couldn't catch the emotional liar, but he caught a liar's target, and quickly delivered justice.

"What husband, how is your ex-husband?" Fang Yan pulled his sleeve and led him to a place where there were few people.

"You're blaming me, and I'm also a victim of being deceived." Fang Yan said aggrievedly, "I didn't go anywhere, so I didn't know there was such a thing, but you went to the bar to drink and recruited her. Come and blame me."

"Dialect, just tell me if you knew each other before?" Zhang Zilu was confident, without the slightest self-reflection.

"It's considered acquaintance. I was her tutor for two months when I was in college."

"Okay, you are still abducting minors, and the tutors teach their children like this, and you lead them on a crooked path!" Zhang Zilu went online.

"When did I abduct her? She likes me, what should I do? I didn't even know it happened." Dialect was full of lawsuits and had a bad headache.

"Stop pretending to be innocent. You keep saying that you don't know. Then you know now. Don't you take some action against her, an emotional liar who ruined your marriage? Continue to live with her and carry out the mistake to the end?"

"Then what should I do? I just like her now. Don't force me." Fang Yan turned away and didn't want to look at him.

"You can do it! You don't know right from wrong now! Just go on like this, I still don't believe that no one can control you anymore." Zhang Zilu pointed at the dialect and said angrily.

"Zi Lu, please do me a favor. You and Mo Jiaxin are indeed incompatible, and you'll be ruined. She doesn't like men." Seeing his anger, Fang Yan tried to fight poison with fire.

"Did she tell you?" Zhang Zilu was indeed distracted.

"Anyway, she said that ever since she liked me, she's not interested in men. Ordinarily she liked me quite early, when she was in high school."

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Zhang Zilu yelled strangely, "Okay, dialect, you can do it yourself!"

After speaking, he strode away.

"Hey!" Dialect wanted to stop him and say a few words of comfort, "Actually, she's not interested in other women." After thinking about it, Dialect lowered his head and said to himself, "Did I show too much love?"

She regretted deeply in her heart: If she had known it earlier, she would have asked him to borrow 200 yuan before eating.