Chapter 517

She can maintain such a state of mind. Wen churan is relieved at last and patted her on the shoulder. "I can help you with your grandmother's medical expenses. Don't worry too much. What I want to know now is who recorded the recording at your press conference and how it was played!"

Gu Nanpei frowned and thought for a moment. "I remember that the quarrel with Xuzhou was in my own studio. There could be no outsiders, let alone someone recording it!"

"But it doesn't rule out someone hiding in your studio, does it?"

When Wen churan asked, Gu Nanpei thought it was reasonable.

In fact, I want to investigate who entered her studio. It can be clear by checking the monitoring.

Wen churan is going to wait for the group of reporters outside the villa to stop before going to Sheng. Suddenly, she finds that she hasn't seen Sheng Zhixun since she came back.

"What about xiaozhixun? He's not here with you? "

Gu Nanpei didn't speak and looked helpless. Then he took Wen churan upstairs and pointed to a bedroom with the door closed.

"You can see for yourself."

Wen churan carefully twisted the door handle and looked through the crack of the door. He saw a lump of towering things on the bed in the bedroom, which was Sheng Zhixun shrinking in the quilt.

He not only shivered, but also muttered stiffly in his quilt. His tone was full of panic and disbelief. "Woman... It's a woman. Woman... It's a woman. "

There is only one sentence in the end.

Wen churan takes back his eyes and looks at Gu Nanpei in confusion.

Gu Nanpei helplessly waved to her, "since he brought me back yesterday, he has been shrinking in his bedroom and talking to himself. Maybe... He has been scared silly by the fact that I am a woman..."

Wen churan rubbed his swollen temples. "I've been with you for so long, and now I know you're a woman. I think... He wasn't smart before."

Country v.

Yaheng came to the third floor and knocked on Sheng Shimo's door.

Soon, a man's low roar came from inside, as if he was holding back a surge of anger.

"Get out! As I said, no one is allowed to step on the third floor except the cleaning servant! "

When he said this, he seemed to forget that Wen churan jumped on his third floor every day.

Yaheng not only left without fear, but also said, "brother, I thought you had something important to find Miss Wen, so I came to send you her number. If not, it's even..."

Before he had finished, the door was opened, and the tall and slender figure of the man stood in front of him, bringing a burst of fatal oppression.

"Do you have her number?" The man has a gloomy face, which seems unhappy and unbelievable.

Yaheng raised his cell phone. "Yes, I exchanged numbers with Miss Wen the first time I met."

First meeting?

Exchanged numbers?

Sheng Shimo's hand holding the door handle was tight inch by inch, so hard that even the green veins on his arm burst out, as if he could dismantle the door at any time.

Yaheng noticed something wrong with the man's face. Looking at the burning eyes, he took a step back and asked carefully, "brother, do you... Do you still need Miss Wen's number?"

Bang——

The man didn't say anything and slammed the door hard.

Yaheng shuddered.

It's terrible

I've never seen my brother lose such a temper.