Yue Zheng sent eight photos to Qiao Muer.
Each photo was secretly taken during these days when Qiao Muer and Chu Siyuan were discussing and studying together in the library.
Some of these photos can be said to be normal interactions between classmates, but if you look at them with a tinted lens, it is possible that they can make people think of something else.
But no matter what, the first seven photos, although taken at different times and places, are generally normal.
The straw that broke the camel's back was the one that cracked Yue Zheng's solid defenses, and what shook him next was the last photo.
That is the only one of the eight photos that shows ambiguous behavior.
In the photo, Qiao Muer was leaning against the outer wall of a secluded corridor outside the library.
She tilted her head back, her long black hair falling back, her pretty fair face raised, her almond-shaped eyes watery and wet as she stared at the man who had pinned her against the wall.
The man who was leaning closer and looked like he was about to kiss her was wearing a white sweatshirt.
Clean and clear.
Chu Siyuan, it's him... And from the angle of the photo, he will kiss Qiao Muer's lips in the next second.
Just by seeing this photo, Qiao Muer's beautiful and cold almond-shaped eyes suddenly narrowed.
This is someone deliberately framing you.
If the person who took the photo was present at the time, he would know that her and Chu Siyuan's bodies were actually completely separated and at a safe distance.
It's just that because of the camera angle and the height difference, the photo looks like the two of them are behaving intimately and are about to kiss in the next second.
Qiao Muer raised her eyes, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling.
She looked at Yue Zheng, whose expression was cold and whose eyes were almost devoid of warmth, and asked without showing any weakness, "Who sent you these photos?"
She wants to know who this person with ulterior motives is!
"It's your classmate." Yue Zheng stared at Qiao Mu'er, sensing her anger and injustice, and said calmly: "Mu'er, at this point, don't you have anything to explain to me? You and him, Chu Siyuan... Why were you photographed like this?"
God knows when Yue Zheng received these photos, his chest was almost torn apart by the monster suppressed in his heart.
Qiao Muer is his baby, the only baby he cannot give up.
If you have not experienced these nearly three years of missed opportunities, you will never understand the pain of loss.
He knew that he was not a good man and that he shouldn't appear in front of her and disturb her again... But once he saw her, he was unwilling to let go.
No one can take Mu'er away, no one.
"Explain?" Qiao Muer didn't even have the strength to curl the corners of her lips into a sneer.
What's there to explain? Didn't Yue Zheng believe it
Since he believed the photos this person sent him, it means he has made up his mind.
Qiao Muer couldn't help but think back to when she was a child, listening to Godmother Xinluo telling her love story with Godfather Lu.
I remember that at that time, Xinluo's godmother told her, Dudu and Yanyan that true love is the ultimate trust.
The most difficult thing is not for two people to fall in love. The most difficult thing is to trust each other.
Only when you trust each other, you won't doubt each other...
At that time, Qiao Muer didn't understand what her godmother said.
She thought that she and Dudu were the same, they listened in a daze... But Yanyan was younger than them, but she sat there with a distant look in her eyes.
Yanyan is always smart. She must have understood it at that time, so she can be so free and easy now.
Unlike her and Dudu, one went to Europe to chase her brother Han Shiche.
A person like her... She left for H City, and only at this time did she finally understand what her godmother said.
"Forget it... I don't have anything to say... I... don't want to explain, and don't want to ask anymore. Whatever... No matter who told you this, no matter how you want to deal with Chu Siyuan, or what you think of me and him... I don't want to care..." (To be continued)