The Sick Beauty in the Republic of China

"Let's talk." In the small living room next to the bedroom, the newly lit fireplace did not bring much warmth to the place. On the brown leather sofa, Qi Chensheng was holding a gentleman's stick in his hand. Without exuding a very oppressive atmosphere, he looked at Zhang Mao who was huddled opposite him coldly, as if looking at a dead person, and whispered indifferently: "You better have enough reasons, at this time ,came here."

In fact, Zhang Mao's face is no different from that of a dead person now. He curled up on the chair as much as he could, trembling uncontrollably, turning his head to take a peek every few minutes, with a panicked look on his face. Ann, as if afraid of something following behind him.

"I, I... I met..."

Qi Chensheng saw his actions in his eyes. If it was normal, he might still have a bit of inquiring mind, but at this moment——

He didn't show the slightest pity, the accumulated anger just needed to be vented, Zhang Mao's reply didn't mean to add fuel to the fire.

The gentleman's stick in his hand hit the floor heavily, like an ultimatum: "Say!"

"Ah——" Zhang Mao's courage was completely shattered by this low shout. He hugged his head violently and almost fell off the chair, unable to utter a word.

Qi Chensheng narrowed his broken eyes dangerously. Although Zhang Mao didn't say anything, he did feel the breath of holding a demon from the other party.

Just as his patience was gradually exhausted and he was about to use a more brutal method to solve the problem, suddenly there was a soft sound from the corner of the room.

Everything seemed to be at a standstill, Qi Chensheng looked up, only to see that the door of the living room was pushed open a narrow gap, and Wang Luan, who was wearing a long white velvet fur, walked in slowly.

His face was still tinged with blush, and his slender hands held down his uncovered neckline from time to time. When he passed by Zhang Mao who was curled up on the chair, he couldn't help looking down, but without saying anything, he went Sitting next to Qi Chensheng.

Bai Qiu was spread out on the sofa, and in the blink of an eye, together with Wang Luan's waist, it fell into Qi Chensheng's arms.

"Ninth Brother——" Qi Chensheng hugged Wang Luan as if no one else was there. At this moment, the only way to calm down his anger was to take a deep sniff of the sandalwood in his hair.

Wang Luan leaned into his arms very obediently, and gently pressed Qi Chensheng's chest with his hands that were not covered by the white fur. Even through the material of the clothes, he could still feel the body｜｜the desire to express ||Hot.

When he was interrupted at that time, he was actually not much better than Qi Chensheng, but looking at Zhang Mao's appearance, he was more sensible anyway.

"Shen Sheng," Wang Luan stretched out his arms from the white fur, wrapped them around Qi Chensheng's shoulders, and put them in his ear, and said in a low voice: "Finish the business first, and then... I'll just keep doing that." .”

Qi Chensheng's gray remnant eyes were full of reflections on Wang Luan, as if he wanted to devour him greedily, but he felt Wang Luan's cool fingertips slowly cover his hand that was holding the gentleman's staff tightly.Little by little, he was pulled back from the edge of desire.

"Brother Ninth is like this—we've made a deal." Qi Chensheng finally closed his eyes tightly, and when he opened them again, he was still staring at Wang Luan, but temporarily suppressed those turbulent dark waves.

"Yes," Wang Luan's brows and eyes seemed to be filled with helplessness, but he still leaned on his shoulder and nodded: "It's a deal, I won't regret it."

As soon as the words fell, Qi Chensheng suddenly kissed Wang Luan's lips, tossing and going deep without letting go of any gaps, until both of them were breathing rapidly, before they could let go.

"Okay then, just listen to Brother Nine."

Wang Luan leaned on Qi Chensheng's chest, listening to him in a daze.

So after half a moment, the two finally sat down on the sofa, and looked at Zhang Mao on the opposite chair again.

But it can be regarded as being wrong, after Zhang Mao was left there to see what he should see and what he shouldn't see abruptly, there was a little abnormal blood on his face.

"Let me ask again." After Qi Chensheng got the set money, his gloominess dissipated slightly. Although he still had nothing good to say, he was still not the king of Hades. He held Wang Luan's hand and asked Zhang Mao again: "What are you doing now?" Where did you go and what did you see?"

Zhang Mao's hands were still trembling, his eyes were wandering, but he didn't dare to look at Qi Chensheng, and after swallowing hard, he said: "I, I went to Hongbo Studio..."

"Hongbo Studio?" Wang Luan was a little puzzled, and exchanged a glance with Qi Chensheng.

It's not because of anything else, this Hongbo studio is actually the property of the Qi family.

Although Wang Luan often stayed in Xiaoyanglou, he listened to newspapers and broadcasts a lot. He vaguely remembered that about three or four months ago, the Qi family cooperated with a company in Shanghai to build a I set up a large-scale studio, presumably because I want to catch up with the trend and make a fortune.

But the person in charge of this studio is not the old and young men of the Qi family, but the young lady Qi Ruling.

But Wang Luan's doubts are also here. Qi Ruling also inherited the star supervisor, so she should be very sensitive to holding demons, but why did Zhang Mao have an accident in her studio?

"What are you going there for?" Now that the matter is still unclear, Wang Luan pressed the question button and continued to ask Zhang Mao.

Zhang Mao subconsciously raised his head to look at Wang Luan, but seemed to think of something suddenly, so he immediately avoided his gaze, and while taking something out of his pocket, he said falteringly: "I, I guess there is something wrong there, so I will go to see Wang Luan." have a look……"

Wang Luan looked at what Zhang Mao took out, but there were quite a few newspaper clippings, but they were crumpled up badly.

He was about to reach out to pick it up, but Qi Chensheng grabbed it first, and Zhang Mao immediately withdrew his hand.

"Let's take a look, Brother Nine." Qi Chensheng's eyes wandered over Zhang Mao's body, and then handed the newspaper clipping to Wang Luan.

Seeing him like this, Wang Luan shook his head helplessly, but he didn't make any distinctions. He just lowered his head and sorted out the pile of newspaper clippings that were almost glued together.

"The vice president of Tongcai Bank was arrested for murdering his wife, and he was suspected of being visited by his lover."

"Actress Jin Miao commits suicide because of love, and her date empathizes with another."

"Ms. Wu Qingfen declares that she officially terminated her husband and wife relationship with Mr. Wang Fasen..."

On the surface, these articles seemed to be nothing more than trivial cases or gossip, but when Wang Luan looked carefully, he found that they were all emotional disputes in the final analysis, and they were conflicts caused by the man's cheating.

"What do these things have to do with Hongbo Studio?" Wang Luan asked even though he already had guesses in his heart.

"I, I wasn't sure before." Zhang Mao raised his head, with some difficulty, but he counted it smoothly: "I just followed my uncle to investigate the case of the vice president of Tongcai, and found that he was There was a woman outside, and his wife found out... Then the two quarreled, and he moved in a fit of anger."

But later, during the interrogation in the bureau, the vice president refused to say who his lover was.Later, Zhang Fengliang found out through gossip tabloids that a woman had visited the vice president from a distance when he was arrested.The tabloid followed the filming all the way, and caught her entering the Hongbo studio.

But unfortunately, because of the angle or something, none of the photos captured the woman's face clearly.

Of course, the woman raised by the vice president didn't have much influence on the verdict of the case itself, so Zhang Fengliang and the others didn't take it too seriously and just let it go.

"Not long afterward, except for the case of Jin Miao." Zhang Mao took a deep breath, still with a touch of fear in his eyes, and continued to talk.

Jin Miao's case happened two months ago, when she was red-headed, she was suddenly discovered one morning and committed suicide in her rented house.

She also left a suicide note, which roughly means that she has been dating a director surnamed Liu for several years, but she never thought that after accompanying him to Hongbo to make a movie for more than a month, he would empathize with him.

Jin Miao's death and art caused a little sensation in Yunchuan and the film industry. Some felt sorry for her, some scolded director Liu, but more people were guessing——Liu Who is the person surnamed director who empathizes with others?

Because in Jin Miao's suicide note, there was no mention of that person's name or characteristics from the beginning to the end.

Coincidentally, Jin Miao's case was also sent to Zhang Mao. He followed Zhang Fengliang to the scene to check that there was no abnormality, and determined that Jin Miao committed suicide.So even if he was curious about who Director Liu cheated on, he could not force him to be interrogated.

In the end, this matter can only be left as it is.

But Zhang Mao did not give up, and has been secretly investigating in private. It was during this process that he discovered the similarities between Jin Miao's suicide case and the murder of the vice president's wife.

"But at that time, I didn't think too much about it," Zhang Mao shook his head, and continued to talk about the news related to the newspaper clipping: "But then... I didn't expect that something similar happened again."

Ms. Wu Qingfen divorced her husband in the newspaper. This is bold and novel in the eyes of the world, but many people just read this article in the newspaper, but no one knows. Not long after the divorce statement was issued, Ms. Wu Died in a car accident.

This case was not in the hands of Zhang Mao, but when he overheard a chat with a colleague who was handling it, he learned that Ms. Wu's husband, Wang Fasen, had also cheated on him and had a lover. What surprised him even more was that Ms. Wu's car accident , It happened on the way home when she left Hongbo studio.

"It's the Hongbo studio again—" Qi Chensheng held Wang Luan's hand and the gentleman's stick together, and read these words in a low and deep voice. If according to what Zhang Mao said, there is one or more A woman is secretly related to these cases.

"I... I don't have any evidence, so I didn't dare to tell my uncle." Zhang Mao's head gradually lowered. Even if there was a little bit of evidence, the vice president's wife was killed by the vice president and had nothing to do with his lover. relationship; Jin Miao committed suicide, not to mention that the other party's name was not in the suicide note, even if there was, there is no way to convict her because of this.

Not to mention, Ms. Wu's car accident case.

Wang Luan looked at Zhang Mao who was deflated like a balloon at this moment, and said with certainty: "So, you went to Hongbo studio alone."