Chapter 1397

What is the problem that makes them like this?

"How do you make me believe the facts in front of me?" Mu Jingcheng suddenly turned to look at him. In his red eyes, tears gushed out like a flood.

District less Chen in the heart mercilessly hurt for a while, he doesn't want to let her not happy, don't want to let her angry, don't want to see her cry.

But now, if this matter is not solved, many similar things will happen next. If two people do not have the most basic sense of trust together, what will happen between them is more than these things?

"Just a few words?" Qu Shaochen looked at her carefully, "Mujing orange, when did your IQ drop so low? What does a few words mean? "

"A few words don't mean anything, but what about her existence?" Mu Jing orange looked at each other with questioning, "why did she appear in C group, and how did she become an employee of C group?"

"C group is so big, tens of thousands of employees, do I have to audit one by one?" Qu Shaochen is more angry.

He did not expect that Mu Jingcheng, who has always been rational, would suddenly be so unreasonable, or even make trouble without reason.

"You don't have to audit them one by one, or even know who is working for you. But only she... "

"What happened to her?"

"You asked her to stay!" Mu Jingcheng stepped forward, dried the tears on his face, and looked at him interrogatively, "isn't this the truth?"

Jane can't lie, and her eyes can't lie to her.

Although he said he didn't see her playing Jiajia today, he didn't blame her.

But she couldn't ignore a woman's intuition.

She was sure that when her palm fell on Qu Jiajia's face, he saw it, and his eyes were sharp.

She is also very sure that he looked at Qu Jiajia, that look, she will never forget.

That's why he didn't pay attention to himself at that time. When he passed her by, he didn't even look at her.

Because he was angry, but also because he was in love with the woman who was beaten by himself.

In addition, Mujing orange can't think of a second reason.

Now, he denies?

Does he think she's a fool?

"Who told you that?" Qu Shaochen's eyes narrowed slightly and looked at her carefully.

"Who told me it was important?" Mujing orange looked at each other without any sign of weakness, "is it true that you know better than anyone, and you can explain clearly why after she left, you still need to find her back and keep her working in C group? Can I? "

It's true that Qu Shaochen is speechless, but it's not what she imagined.

But how can he explain that she can listen to it and understand her own good intentions? "It's not what you think!" Qu Shaochen was a little weak. All day, his brain was running at a high speed. Now, he was a little exhausted. Looking at some strange or even unreasonable women, he sighed helplessly, "when you calm down, let's talk about it. I'm tired..."

Finish saying, area little Chen passes by from her side, walked out.

Once again pass by, let Mu Jing orange heart more flustered up.

Three times!

In one day, he passed by himself three times, each time, it was so piercing and heartbreaking.

Why?

What happened between them?

"Bang" of a sound, the door of the study is shut, the district little Chen mercilessly left.

The only person left in the room is mu Jingcheng and the notebook left behind.

Mu Jing orange looked at the direction of the notebook, and felt as if something had been pulled fiercely in his heart, which made him feel dull and painful.

Although she knows that some things may not be as simple as they seem, she also knows that Qu Shaochen is not such a frivolous person.

But why do those conversations, like clowns, dance around in their own hearts?

She stares at the notebook, remembers the short but ambiguous conversation in her mind, and reaches out her hand unconsciously.

Although I don't know how long they've been chatting and what they've said, Mu Jingcheng thinks that maybe if you look at the Dragon pulse, you'll know what's going on.

Maybe you can contact the suspect of Qu Shaochen.

But If not?

If it's not as simple as what Qu Shaochen said, what if there are more terrible and ferocious contents in it?

Will you bear it?

Is it affordable?

When he realized the seriousness of the matter, Mu Jingcheng's hand was taken back.

My heart also jumped up.

What to do?

See? Or not?

She tangled, hesitated, the whole person has been angry and tired, and powerless against the table, then limp to the ground.What should I do?

What on earth should she do?

Mu Jingcheng is sitting on the floor, half of her body leaning on the table, tears flowing slowly, but she is not crying, but trying to calm her emotions.

Because at this moment, she suddenly thought of something, that made her regret for life.

Six years ago, the same thing seemed to have happened.

At that time, she also happened to find that Qu Shaochen and Tang Xiaozhou had a close relationship.

She wishful thinking, and even very determined that there is no secret between them, and behind her back and Yi junyang in association.

So I left with hate.

But he missed Tang Xiaozhou's life

She also missed the most important five years between her and Qu Shaochen.

She swore that no matter what happened, she must believe in Qu Shaochen and herself.

But now What's the matter with you?

Just from a few conversations, I began to doubt him.

From the existence of Qu Jiajia alone, they began to doubt their marriage.

Why?

So many things have happened between them and they have gone through so many tribulations together. Why is peace now, but it has become like this?

He is Qu Shaochen!

How could he betray himself and their marriage?

Mojing orange, what's the matter with you?

Why don't you believe him?

Isn't it just a song?

Is she that important?

Important enough to interfere in your marriage and destroy your feelings?

Why should she?

Because she kidnapped herself?

Oh What a funny reason.

What a ridiculous thing!

Think of here, Mu Jing orange gradually returned to reality, the whole person is no longer as before that limp sitting there, but efforts to let himself stand up from the ground. Looking back at the notebook on her desk, she recalled six years ago.