Jiang Jinghao started to help her peel the mangosteen spontaneously. Hearing this, he was very puzzled: "Isn't it normal to be pregnant?"
As soon as the words fell, he reacted.
"No, how did his girlfriend get pregnant?"
Isn't that guy impotent
Su Qiao shrugged: "It should belong to someone else."
"So, you suspect that there is something wrong with that woman's death?"
Jiang Jinghao was a little scared.
One person died of gas poisoning, and he thought it was normal.
After all, accidents are everywhere in life.
But two died in a row
This doesn't seem right no matter how I think about it.
If they were all natural deaths, then it also shows that Wen Congyuan was a man who was unlucky in marriage.
His Baoer is equally dangerous.
"Yeah." Su Qiao's eyes fell on the mangosteen in his hand.
Jiang Jinghao understood what he meant and quickly handed her the peeled fruit flesh.
"This guy named Wen is really capable!"
Jiang Jinghao couldn't help but sigh.
"Bao'er, do you really want to go back to such a dangerous place? Let's not go back, okay?"
He let her go back yesterday and he didn't sleep well the whole night.
I even dreamed about Baoer being abused at home.
"You still have to go back."
"I have a plan, but I don't know if it will work yet."
As Su Qiao got to know Wen Congyuan's past more and more deeply, the plan in his mind gradually took shape.
"What plan?"
"I'll tell you later when I think it through."
Su Qiao didn't want Jiang Jinghao to get involved in this matter.
First, it is a bit dangerous, and second, I am afraid of implicating him.
Jiang Jinghao knew at a glance that she was not going to let him help. He felt a little unhappy, but more worried.
"Bao'er, I don't care what your plans are. In a word, your business is my business. You can't hide it from me anymore, understand?"
"I see."
That being said, what should be kept secret still needs to be kept secret.
Jiang Jinghao was satisfied, and suddenly took out a black plastic bag from the black leather bag he brought with him, and handed it to her with excitement: "Baoer, look what this is?"
Su Qiao took it, opened the plastic bag and took a look.
There was actually a neatly stacked stack of money inside.
It looks like there are at least 100,000 of them.
"Where did you get this money?"
Could it be that he was lucky enough to be asked to shoot a print advertisement
Jiang Jinghao grinned: "I borrowed it from a friend."
"Don't worry, we've been friends for many years. She didn't ask me for interest, and she also said that I can pay her back anytime."
This idiot obviously borrowed a loan shark with an alarmingly high interest rate. One hundred thousand yuan with a monthly interest rate of 10%, that means ten thousand yuan in interest a month and one hundred and twenty thousand yuan a year, and he has to pay back the principal every month.
Where on earth did this guy borrow the money from? The interest rate is so high.
Su Qiao was a little speechless, but also a little touched.
"This money..." Of course Su Qiao couldn't take the money he borrowed.
Besides, it’s not like she has no way to make money.
"Take this money and return it to that bastard. He will have no excuse to beat you up in the future, and you can stand up straighter."
Afraid that she wouldn't want it, Jiang Jinghao stuffed it directly into her purse.
Although Su Qiao thought his idea was too naive, she still accepted his kindness.
"Okay, I'll give it back to him."
This Jiang Jinghao is so adorably silly. If the original Su Qiao took this money back, he would probably be beaten to a cripple in the next second!
Su Qiao probably understood what he was thinking.
He probably subconsciously thought that the deaths of Wen Congyuan's ex-wife and ex-girlfriend were accidents and not deliberate murders, so he thought things were a bit simple.