Chapter 260

But now, the same reality is in front of him.

He was never emotional or emotional.

The man's voice was calm, but his eyes were staring at her. "You tell me, why did you knock on the door of Pei Yi's room after zero the night before yesterday?"

His attitude is very gentle, and there is no sense of questioning.

If we have to describe it accurately, we can only call it inquiry.

But even if it is the inquiry, there is still an unspeakable alienation.

It's also It was he who had half a doubt about her, and the doubt was too calm.

Chi Huan shook his head. "I didn't."

"You have, Huanhuan, the monitoring screen shows that you have knocked on the door of his room on your own initiative."

He finished, adjusted that paragraph out, the screen of the notebook turned to her.

This time, Chi Huan can see clearly.

The woman who went out of the room in the middle of the night and knocked on the door opposite was herself.

Her pupils expanded a little and her heart suddenly stopped.

Follow, the face of a little bit of a daze.

Just now, I heard that she thought they had made a mistake. But when she saw the monitoring picture with her own eyes, she could be sure that the person in it was herself.

She Mingming is asleep. There is no scene in her memory that she ever woke up.

Why

She raised her eyes and looked at the ink on the opposite side with modesty.

He also looked at her with eyes, calm and deep, "don't remember?"

"I I don't remember getting up. "

After she fell asleep, she woke up in the morning.

He asked calmly and methodically, "what happened the night before yesterday, when you recollected later, did you feel anything unusual?"

This "abnormality" has long been yesterday's day, and she has been recalling it carefully.

She shook her head. "I just heard Pei Yi say that his room is opposite me. It's just a coincidence."

At that time, the thought flashed in my mind, but it soon passed.

It's a coincidence, but it's not a great coincidence.

The man's low, deep voice was clear and plain. "You can't remember. You knocked on Pei Yi's room door?"

She went on in silence.

Memory, a blank.

Finally, the low way, "yes."

Moshiqian stood up and said, "go to the restaurant for breakfast, take a rest at home these two days, and wait for the matter to pass."

"Are you going out?"

"Well, come back in the evening and call me if you need anything."

Chi Huan stood up with him, eyebrows down, ten white fingers twisted together, "OK."

Mo Shiqian turns around and leaves. Soon the sound of the car's engine rings.

She stood in front of the sofa and looked out of the window at the snow in the garden. It was a long time before she started walking towards the kitchen.

After a simple breakfast, when I was going back to my study, I accidentally saw the suitcase at the porch -

it was brought back by him last night, but he kept it there.

She looked for a while, then walked over and pulled out the lever and pushed it towards the stairs.

Then I asked a bodyguard to carry her up to the second floor.

She pushed the suitcase to the cloakroom, put it flat, called, prepared to take out the clothes one by one, and then put it back to its original position.

Besides clothes, there are notebook, some daily necessities and other fragmentary things.

The whole suitcase was placed neatly. After putting her clothes back, she picked up her notebook and prepared to put it back in his study. Before she stood up, she saw a red brocade box in the corner of her eyes.

She stopped at a stroke.

Some things are always similar.

She put the notebook down again, slowly reached out and picked up the brocade box.

High touch, soft.

She bowed her head and watched for a long time.

In the end, it was opened with a raised hand.

Transparent and hard bright, inlaid in platinum, in the fitting room bright light emitting light.

Chi Huan took it and stroked it carefully. He accidentally touched a shallow mark in the ring.

She held it up, one letter at a time.

A few simple words.

She closed her eyes, a sudden burst of acid came out of the tip of her nose. When she opened her eyes again, the tears fell down unexpectedly.

Wet on the brocade box, a drop of red becomes dark.

Finally, she closed the ring box and put it back to the original place. The notebook also covered it. The side where he put his clothes has been emptied, and nothing moved on this side.

Chihuan stands up and closes the trunk again.

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The corner of the street outside the villa.The black guster suddenly stepped on the brake, so abruptly stopped in the excuse, the tire in the snow to scratch a short punch.

The man in the driver's seat lowered his head slightly, unable to see the look of his short black hair.

Only his fingers holding the steering wheel exert extra force, the joints are white, and the blue tendons on the back of his hand are exposed a little bit. Inside the car is silent silence, but also dark depression and cramp.

Trust?

There is no unexplained trust in the world. If there is, it can only be called wishful thinking.

He has always believed only in the results and facts of analysis and judgment.

She hasn't been drugged, and she's not dizzy. She's carried by someone and stuffed into Pei Yi's bed.

She walked by herself and knocked on Pei Yi's door.

She said she didn't remember anything.

One night plus one day is enough for his staff to thoroughly investigate the whole thing.

But there was no result.

There's only surveillance footage of her knocking at the door in the middle of the night.

Mo Shiqian touched a cigarette and found out the lighter. He lit it with a crack. He took a deep breath between his lips and blew out the blue and white smoke under his stiff nose.

His side face is sexy, cold and dark.

The phone vibrated and rang for a long time before he took it out and clicked to answer it.

It's fashionable to call.

"What did she say?"

When Mo Qian didn't take the phone, he was holding a cigarette between his fingers. The cigarette end was bright and dark, and his voice was deep and hoarse. "I don't remember anything."

Quiet for a while, fashion just light ask, "then how do you think?"

What does he think?

Mo Shiqian looks up at the snow covered in the street in front of him. "I saw the photos I took with the paparazzi in the surveillance. She sat down with Pei Yi and chatted for almost several hours. They were very happy. She was very happy."

His voice was very gentle all the time, but it could not think that he was really calm at all. It just pressed the surging dark water under the deep sea.

"That doesn't mean anything. It's a conversation with anyone who doesn't hate to sit there at a birthday party."

When Mo, he looked down at the cigarette end and spit out two words with unidentified meaning