When Jiang mujin arrived at Meise, the bar was closed, and only an orange bar lamp was on in the huge front hall. Tang Xin sat on the floor in front of the bar with his knees folded, with several bottles of beer beside him.

Looking at the past from a distance, it becomes more and more solitary.

Jiang mujin walked quickly in her heart, squatted down and said in a soft voice: "Tang Xin, are you ok?"

Tang Xin raised her face and saw that it was him. The deep tears in her eyes rolled down. She pointed to the scattered blood on the ground and her voice trembled: "this is... Yang Qin..."

"I know." Jiang mujin took her into her arms and patted her on the back: "it's OK."

When ah Qiao called him, he only said that Tang Xinfei would not leave the bar, and asked him to come and take it. Other things were just a simple sentence.

Now it seems that Ouyang Qin is injured.

"Will he... Die?"

Tang Xin's voice is weak, with a few silk uneasy.

"No way."

Jiang mujin looked at the amount of blood underground, and her voice was determined: "if you look at the amount of bleeding, you just cut your scalp and won't die. If you don't mind, I'll call him back to confirm. "

Tang Xin sucked his nose, and his lips were bitter: "no, it's not important. I have nothing to do with him."

Jiang mujin sighed: "let me take you home."

Tang Xin took his neck and nodded: "OK."

The car galloped all the way to Shangshu. Tang Xin had fallen into sleep in the turbulence. Jiang mujin picked her up carefully and went all the way to the bedroom.

After settling her down, Jiang mujin went to the kitchen to cook the hangover soup.

In his sleep, Tang Xin frowned, his expression was painful, and his eyes were wet with tears.

Jiang mujin felt distressed for a while. She wiped her tears with her thumb and called in a low voice: "Tang Xin..."

After a moment's silence, Tang Xinyou wakes up. His eyes are fixed on Jiang mujin's face, catching the obvious heartache.

His thumb was still rubbing on her cheek. Tang Xin held it in his hand: "Jiang mujin, do you love me?"

Jiang mujin looks like she's in love, but now she's drunk. What's the point of discussing this topic?

"Tang Xin..."

Tang Xin didn't give him a chance to talk at all. He held his head with one hand and sealed his mouth instantly.

After passively accepting and testing, Jiang mujin finally turned away from the guests. The night was deep, and the moon was as cool as water. Under the ambiguous warm light, she had a beautiful scenery.

……

After returning to qingshuiju, Jiang Muye went to the study to deal with his business. After lying in bed for a while, an Xiao, who was not sleepy at all, cut some fruits and served them.

"Muye, have some fruit."

Jiang Mu Ye raised his head from the document and added a smile to his angular face under the light: "come here." He patted the chair beside him.

An Xiaoguai sits in the past, and Jiang Muye says: "Hello, me" while commenting on the document

An Xiaoxiao: "how do you feel that Jiang Muye took the wrong script? Shouldn't boys feed girls?

Although this thought, Ann small or obediently fork a melon to his mouth: "very sweet."

Jiang Muye chewed and swallowed: "well... Feed yourself for me."

An Xiaoxiao: "and this kind of operation?

Two people like this, you and I ate a plate of melon, and then Ann began to brush her mobile phone with satisfaction. Suddenly she thought of the photo on Feng Fangfei's microblog.

She downloaded it and handed it to Jiang Muye to see: "Muye, did you lose this watch?"

"It's this brand," he nodded

An Xiaoxiao stubbornly asked: "is this one yours?"

Jiang Mu Ye looked at her inexplicably, took his mobile phone to his eyes, looked at it and said, "I can't see it. Why do you ask? Where did this picture come from? "

His eyes look at the lower right corner of the photo, and the microblog watermark stands out!

Jiang Muye's eyes narrowed. He opened the microblog page with an Xiaoxiao's mobile phone, and found the ID "in the field". He glanced at it, and his eyes were cold.

"This is Feng Fangfei?" He asked, in a very cold voice.

An Xiaoxiao pursed her lips, nodded her head, and said, "well." It's like you don't know.

Jiang Mu Ye's eyes turned, he turned the microblog page to an Xiaoxiao's ID, and the microblog name was impressively: "go away, Jiang Mu Ye 737"!

Recently a micro blog or with a picture of the divorce certificate that!

An Xiaoxiao just felt the air around her suddenly cold up. She grabbed her mobile phone and left her microblog account with a guilty heart. She got up: "that... I'm going to sleep."

"Wait!" Jiang Mu Ye reached for her wrist and said, "explain."

Ann small pursed lips: "that need not explain, lost the watch to lose, buy another one."

"You'll change the subject."

Jiang Muye's tone is cool: "I want you to explain the name of microblog. Go away, Jiang Muye 737. Ho, it's very creative."

"Well... Seven is my lucky number. 737 is easy to read, isn't it?" An xiaojingliang's eyes blinked, especially witty.

"... so you want me to go away?" Jiang Mu Ye raised his eyebrows: "do I have to comply with your wishes?"

Ann bowed her head: "you provoked me first..."

Jiang Mu's hand flicked her forehead: "I can't help you!" That tone is inexplicably spoiled.

An Xiao touched the forehead that he had played, and his face turned red. Jiang Muye gave a low smile, released her hand and said, "go."

Ann nodded her head and ran quickly to the door. When she got to the door, she suddenly remembered and summoned up the courage to ask: "Muye, you... Didn't cheat, did you?"

"Cheating?" "What's wrong?" asked Jiang Muye? What does that mean? "

Holding the idea of worrying about another Wulong, Jiang Muye asked wisely.

Ann thought that he didn't even know the meaning of the spare tire. He thought that the word "derailment" was very new to him. He simply explained: "it means betrayal."

Jiang Mu Ye frowned: "no, the word betrayal, like divorce, can't appear in my marriage."

Listening to his solemn tone, Ann nodded her head: "I believe you for once." After that, he quickly disappeared at the door with a proud face.

Jiang Mu Ye chuckled and looked down at his wrist. As expected, it was the watch that caused the trouble.

……

The night was deep. In a dark room, there was a man in black who could not distinguish between men and women. He looked at the black surveillance screen in front of him, and his eyes were full of sinister light.

"Jiang Muye, do you think you can play me like this?" The voice from the voice changer is very dull and hard to hear.

He took his cell phone and looked at the names of several people in the communication.

What is a soldier who won't fight?

"The art of war of Sun Tzu in China, I am more thorough than you!" The man slapped his cell phone on the table, and there was another cold laugh.