kitchen, warehouse.
A body lay on the floor, dead for a long time.
Song Yaoyao just took a look, her eyes were covered by a big hand, and her back was pressed against her broad and strong chest.
"It's a good death without proof."
Yi Ting was silent for a long time, then laughed out of anger.
The surveillance showed that this servant was the one who delivered the cake to Song Yaoyao.
And, for some reason, she went to the bathroom for a while.
There was a blind spot there, but it could be seen from the surveillance that shortly after she left, An Ruoyao also came out of the corridor.
From the beginning to the end, An Ruoyao never touched cakes.
As Song Yaoyao said, this matter has nothing to do with her.
She was just a scapegoat used by the master behind the scenes to divert attention.
The alarm was lifted, and none of the people who had clamored to leave before was willing to leave this time.
They stood where they were, looking forward to it.
Who is waiting, the answer is self-evident.
Song Jingwan stood quietly in the corner, the dim light fell on her side face, flickering on and off. Half angel, half devil.
The hour An Ruoyao was locked in the lounge felt like a year.
As soon as she came out, she saw her parents standing at the door waiting for her.
Her eyes were already swollen from crying, and she threw herself into their arms, crying loudly, venting her inner fear.
Song Jingwan twitched her lips mockingly, turned around and left.
Darling, what is it
"Song Jingwan!"
Just as she was about to get into the car, her wrist was suddenly grabbed, and she was pulled out abruptly.
Song Jingwan turned her head and met Huo Ningxi's indifferent eyes.
She raised her eyebrows and asked puzzledly, "Ning Xi, what's wrong?"
"What is your purpose? Is it really just an apology to Yaoyao?"
"Otherwise?" Song Jingwan blinked, and looked at him aggrieved, "Ning Xi, we grew up together, do you doubt me?"
It's a pity that her lovely and pitiful appearance can't shake Huo Ningxi's cold and hard heart at all.
He lowered his eyes and looked down at Song Jingwan, not letting go of any clues.
Song Jingwan raised her head, quietly letting Huo Ningxi look at her.
From the beginning to the end, he didn't even blink his eyelashes, and he was extraordinarily open-minded.
Huo Ningxi let go, stepped back, and opened the door for Song Jingwan.
"It's better like this. I hope all this tonight has nothing to do with you."
"Thanks."
Song Jingwan nodded, bent down and sat in the car.
She raised the corners of her lips and smiled softly.
"Of course it has nothing to do with me. How dare I kill people? Besides, I have no motive."
"Boom—"
What responded to her was the sound of the car door being closed.
Through the half-open window, Song Jingwan looked into Huo Ningxi's eyes.
Indifferent, thin cool.
Ah…
As expected of the Huo family, it's really difficult.
"Be careful on the road, goodbye." He turned around and left without hesitation.
"goodbye."
The guests waited for a long time, but Song Yaoyao didn't show up.
And Song Yaoyao had already left through other doors.
She leaned against Huo Yunque's arms and fell into a deep sleep.
Outside the car window, the night scene of the city is bustling. The light and shadow of the street lamps were speeding all the way, and quickly swayed from the car window. The light and shadow were indistinct, hitting the girl's delicate and pale face, the black eyelashes drooping like a butterfly perched.
The interior of the carriage was extremely quiet, the man's fingertips were gently stroking her delicate little face, the eyes that were not illuminated by the light were dark and cold.
Such a big event happened in the Yi family, and there were frequent actions afterwards.
On the surface, Fengcheng is bustling and bustling as always, but in fact, the waves beneath it are turbulent, and stormy waves can be set off at any time.