Yue Zheng sent eight photos to Qiao Muer.
Every photo is a sneak shot of Qiao Muer and Chu Siyuan in the library discussing their studies these days.
Some of these photos can be said to be normal interactions between classmates, but if you look at them with colored glasses, it is not impossible to make people think.
But in any case, although the previous seven photos were taken at different times and in different places, generally speaking they are quite normal.
The last straw that really broke the camel's back, made Yuezheng's solid heart prevent cracks from breaking, and then it was the last photo that was shaken.
It was the only one among the eight photos where people could directly see the ambiguous behavior.
In the photo, Qiao Muer was leaning against the outer wall of the secluded corridor outside the library.
She raised her head, her black hair scattered back, her beautiful fair face was raised, and her almond eyes were watery and wet with the man who pushed her against the wall.
And the man who bent over and looked like he was about to kiss her was wearing a white sweater.
Clean and clear.
Chu Siyuan, it's him... And from the perspective of the photo, in the next second, he is about to kiss Qiao Muer's lips.
Just seeing this photo, Qiao Muer's beautiful and cold almond eyes narrowed.
This is someone deliberately framing.
If the person who took the sneak shot was present at that time, he would know that her and Chu Siyuan's bodies are completely staggered, and they are separated by a safe distance.
It's just that because of the borrowing and the height difference, after this photo was taken, it looked like the two of them behaved intimately and were about to kiss together in the next second.
Qiao Muer raised her eyes, her apricot eyes sparkled.
She looked at Yue Zheng with a cold expression and almost no warmth in his eyes, and asked without showing any weakness: "Who is the person who sent you these photos?"
She needs to know who this ulterior motive is!
"It's your classmate." Yue Zheng stared at Qiao Mu'er, feeling her anger and injustice, and said lightly: "Mu'er, at this point, you don't have anything to explain to me? You and him, Chu Si Yuan...why are you being photographed like this."
God knows that when Yuezheng received these photos, his chest was almost torn apart by the giant beast suppressed in his heart.
Qiao Muer is his treasure, the only treasure he can't give up.
Without experiencing the loss for nearly three years, you will never understand the pain of loss.
He knew that he was not a good man, and he shouldn't disturb her by appearing in front of her again... But once he saw her, he didn't want to let go.
No one can take Mu'er away, no one.
"Explain?" Qiao Mu'er didn't even have the strength to sneer at the corner of her lips.
What did you explain? Didn't Yue Zheng believe it
Since he believed the photo that this person sent him, it means that he has already confirmed it.
Qiao Muer couldn't help but think of when she was a child, listening to Godmother Xinluo tell her love story with Godfather Lu.
I remember that at that time, Godmother Xinluo told her, Dudu and Yanyan that true love is the ultimate trust.
It's not the hardest thing for two people to fall in love, the hardest thing is to trust each other.
Only by trusting the other party will you not doubt the other party...
At that time, Qiao Muer didn't understand what the godmother said.
She thought, she and Dudu are the same, they can't understand... It's just that Yanyan is younger than them, but she sits there with far-sighted eyes.
Yanyan is always smart, she must have understood at that time, that's why she is so free and easy now.
It's not like she and Dudu, brother Han Shiche who chased after her in Europe.
One like her... went far away to H City, and only at this time did she finally understand what her godmother said.
"Forget it... I have nothing to say... I... don't want to explain, and I don't want to ask again. Whatever... No matter who told you this, no matter how you want to deal with Chu Siyuan, or what you think about me and him... I I don't want to worry about it anymore... "