The little face half covered by long hair, the smile on mujiutian's face is long: "is there any evidence? Gu Shaoqing, although we are friends and girlfriends, we need evidence to speak. "

"I just heard that." Gu Shaoqing's voice did not have the slightest temperature: "I provide Wu Yuankai with information. Are you cooperating or trading?"

"Deal."

She made no secret of it. She sneered faintly, like self mockery: "otherwise, how do you think I moved Liu Mengrong and mu manyun at the same time? How could Mrs. Wu and those expensive ladies be so coincidental. If he helps me, I naturally want to help him. I hate Qi Ruifeng. You should not be her. She can't help but sneer and look at Gu Wenbin: "Mr. Gu, since you love Tang Rao so much, you should marry her. Now, you don't marry her or allow her to leave your control and take it for granted to do such shameless things as eating in the pot and watching in the bowl. What I admire most is your brothers. "

Cool thin words, red fruit irony.

Gu Wenbin's face changed slightly.

Maybe today a series of things completely let his patience dissipate. At least in front of mujiutian, he held some kind of creepy radian on his lips, slowly released the big palm that controlled Gu Shaoqing, and moved forward.

After a distance of about half a meter, he said again: "I ask you, where was Tang Rao sent by you?"

"I don't know."

"How can you not know."

"I don't know, I just don't know." Mu wine sweet show eyebrow not happy to stir up, face smile calm: "Tang Rao things are arranged by Miss Zhang, I'm only responsible for helping Miss Zhang play a cover just, if Gu childe want to know Tang Rao, go to ask Miss Zhang."

Anyway, Zhang Shuwen has now escaped her marriage. Naturally, it is mu Jiutian who says what is what.

She could see clearly. Gu Wenbin's fingertips on his side trembled uncontrollably, and his pupils were gradually covered with black: "I asked you for the last time, Tang Rao..."

"I said it. I don't know."

Even the question is not willing to let Gu Wenbin said all, Mujiu sweet voice impatient response.

But as soon as the voice fell, Gu Wenbin's fist passed her ear tip. It was fast and sharp. It was the kind of fierce blow that could break a rib.

The sound of bone to bone collisions.

If it wasn't for Gu Shaoqing to hit Gu Wenbin's fist in time, Mu Jiutian couldn't guarantee that he could still stand here unharmed.

She couldn't see his expression clearly, but she could clearly feel the tension of his shoulder and voice, like a chain that was about to break: "Wenbin, this matter is over, there's no need to continue to investigate."

"I don't want to pursue anyone." Whether it's Qi Ruifeng's arrest or Zhang Shuwen's runaway marriage: "I just want to know the whereabouts of Tang Rao."

"She said she didn't know."

"You believe everything she says?"

"The letter." A word is spit out, firm peace and harmony.

The sun poured down from the top, sketching a cold side face, squinting, with an indescribable meaning: "as long as she says, I will believe it. Tang Rao, I will arrange people to help you find it together. The rest is over."