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Ji Xiuzhu pursed his lips: "Then where are you going, I'll take you there, there is still a while before the concert starts."
After Gu Wanyan hesitated for a while, she reckoned that it was not too far away, and then reported the name of a hotel.
Ji Xiuzhu drove there, and at the intersection closest to the hotel, Gu Wanyan suddenly said, "Just let me down here."
Any closer, and it will inevitably not attract attention.
The white Ferrari slowly pulled over to the side of the road, and Gu Wanyan got out of the car and waved to the car: "Thank you today, Mr. Ji, the concert went well tonight!"
Ji Xiuzhu nodded and watched her leave.
Gu Wanyan's back was still very conspicuous in the crowd even though she was wearing a down jacket. He stared at her until she disappeared around the corner without waiting for her to turn her head.
There seemed to be a faint fragrance in the car, Ji Xiuzhu closed his eyes, turned the steering wheel and turned around.
He was in such a low mood that he ignored that there was a car following them all the time.
There are only two people in the car, one is fat and the other has a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.
The one with the sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks looked at the white Ferrari going away, and smacked his lips: "My dear, Ji Xiuzhu and Huo Hanting's wife, this news is getting big!"
They originally wanted to squat at the gate of Bihai Garden to take pictures of another star, but they didn't expect to see Ji Xiuzhu's car. After realizing that there was actually a woman sitting in the co-pilot, they immediately changed their target.
Unexpectedly, it was Gu Wanyan who got out of the car.
The chubby man looked at the camera in his hand solemnly, flipped through the photos and videos he had just taken, and finally sighed.
The man with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks was unbearably excited: "Why are you sighing? What big news is this, we are about to change our luck!"
"When did the transfer come?" The chubby man looked at him like an idiot, "You made Huo Hanting a hot search on the cuckold list, I guess the two of us should be in the coffin too."
The man with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks was stunned: "Then you mean, this thing can only rot in your hands?"
After pondering for a while, the slightly fat man thought: "Not necessarily."
The man with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks has never had as many ideas as his companions. He glanced at the traffic and crowds passing by outside: "Ji Xiuzhu should be going to the concert site. Are people still staring at him?"
"Watch!" The chubby man carefully put the camera away, "But this time, let's focus on Gu Wanyan."
"Starting her? What's the use of staring at her? Didn't you say that news can't be published?"
The slightly fat man was speechless: "It's no wonder you can't make a fortune with a brain like yours. If you tell me to stare at you, just stare at you!"
The two of them didn't make any more noise, they waited quietly in the night.
Gu Wanyan naturally didn't know that her whereabouts had been discovered. After taking a shower and changing into a hotel bathrobe, she sat on the bed and called Rong Yingshao.
"My mother's matter is a little bit of a clue."
Gu Wanyan repeated what Dong Jiayu said to her again.
"I can't believe what she said, it needs to be investigated, but Xu Qingyun is indeed very suspicious. If Xu Qingyun ran out of the house when my mother died as she said, then she may indeed be the murderer. "
Rong Yingshao agreed: "There is also a motive for the murder, probably to prove that your mother plagiarized."
Gu Wanyan's eyes were slightly cold: "But after Dong Jiayu reminded me so much, I almost forgot. There are still many hidden traces at the scene, but why did the police rush to conclude that my mother committed suicide? I want to read it again after I go back. The dossier of that year."
"Forensic doctors have investigated, and their records should be the most detailed."
"In addition, the partner of Xu Qingyun's studio is also inseparable. Since he threatened Dong Jiayu, it means that he also knows that Xu Qingyun's song is plagiarized."
Having confirmed the direction of the investigation in an instant, Gu Wanyan was slightly relieved.
Rong Yingshao hesitated for a while and then said: "Wanwan, haven't you told Huo Hanting about this?"
Gu Wanyan curled her fingers slightly, and her eyelashes drooped: "No."
What she wanted to say before was persuaded by him, "I'm not interested in your affairs".
Rong Yingshao said meaningfully: "Your strength alone is limited after all."
Gu Wanyan didn't speak, after a while she rubbed her forehead: "Let me think about it."
She knew that if she asked, Huo Hanting would not refuse, but the phrase "not interested" always stuck in her throat.
He is not interested anymore, why should she ask him again?But Dong Jiayu's words popped up in her mind for no reason.
Dong Huo must also love you very much.
Do you love her?
Gu Wanyan's eyelashes trembled slightly, she glanced at the time, it is now 6:30 in the evening, and it should be 11:30 in the morning in the Netherlands, almost at mealtime.
Thinking of this, Gu Wanyan dialed the number.
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Amsterdam, The Netherlands.
There is the sound of rushing water from the winding canal, the surface of the river is sparkling, and someone riding a bicycle flashes past on the exquisite white suspension bridge, and the sun casts a spot of light on the body through the sparse branches.
On the opposite side of the river bank is a single-family villa surrounded by fences, in the classic Dutch revival style, with huge Singer windows facing the green grass in the courtyard and the rockery pond.
In the Netherlands, where houses are used to being closely arranged, it is not easy for the owner behind it to have such a spacious piece of land to build a manor villa.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Suddenly, several gunshots came from inside the villa, which alarmed the coot chickens by the river to flee in a hurry, and the water rippled.
The wind penetrated along the panes and lingered in the resplendently decorated hall.
The floor is covered with a cashmere carpet, and the crystal chandelier on the dome shone with clear light, falling on more than a dozen people in black suits below. A sharp blade in a sheath.
But at this moment, they all lowered their heads slightly, with solemn expressions, as if they hadn't heard the gunshot at all.
In front of them, a tall and straight man stood.
He held a pistol, stared at the target in front of him, loaded it with one hand extremely fast, raised his hand to the target in front of him and fired ten bursts, and the bullet pierced the air and hit the bull's-eye steadily.
Seeing him stop, someone came over with a gun case and towel.
The man turned around, his eyes still maintained the cold calmness when he just shot. His hair was combed back, revealing a full forehead and handsome features, straight nose, sharp jaw line.
A white shirt and a black suit vest outline an inverted triangle gold figure with wide shoulders and narrow waist. The slender legs are wrapped in black trousers, and a sense of abstinence blows over her face.
As soon as he stood there, he felt a strong sense of oppression and aura.
Putting the gun back into the gun case, he took the towel aside to wipe his hands.
The man with the gold-rimmed glasses who had been standing quietly by the side came forward with a smile at this moment: "Your marksmanship is still so accurate." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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