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The paper was delivered to Song Muyao's hands, but her eyelashes trembled and she did not look at it.
Song Qinrong raised her eyebrows: "If you don't believe it, you can also send someone yourself to hack Mo Ke's mailbox."
Speaking of which, this was just found out from the pile of information He Tong sent over.
In the mailing list, Qi Huan¡¯s work is at the top, and there are no submissions for several days.
Until the day before he agreed to sign the contract, three emails suddenly came in at the same time.
"So what?" Song Muyao was silent for a long time, then suddenly laughed, raised her hand, and tore up the paper in her hand without looking at it, "It was you who killed my Qi Huan after all."
Well, Xiao Zhili is useless.
Song Qinrong bit her lower lip.
"However, you reminded me of one thing." Song Muyao tilted her head and showed a cute smile, "Mo Ke, and the editor-in-chief back then, they were also the murderers of Qi Huan. Why? Can we let them go?"
As she spoke, she glanced at Song Qinrong with interest, but found that the other party was not panicked at all.
"Hey, my good sister, don't you seem very worried?" Song Muyao asked.
Song Qinrong was noncommittal: "What happened to Xiaobao happened once, and it cannot happen again."
Therefore, as soon as she got off the phone with Mo Ke, she sent someone to protect Mo Ke and the editor-in-chief.
Song Muyao looked regretful: "Then what should we do? They are both murderers too!
"I only caught you, but let them get away with it. I still can't take revenge." "
As she said that, she stretched out her hand, and her slender fingers fell on Xiaobao's white and tender face: "Oh, baby, my aunt is so angry that she can't let it out, what should I do?
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? We just thought that your mother would come, so I let you go. But it can¡¯t be done now, your mother won¡¯t let me arrest Mo Ke and them, so they can only take it out on you~¡±
As soon as she finished speaking, her fingers suddenly tightened, and a piece of flesh was picked up on Xiaobao's cheek.
"Song Muyao!" Song Qinrong's eyes were about to burst and she shouted sternly.
Hearing the voice, Song Muyao smiled even more heartily, turned back leisurely, and glanced at the other party sideways: "Now that I know I feel distressed, why did you do it earlier What is that in your hand!"
Seeing the other party¡¯s actions, Song Muyao¡¯s tone suddenly changed.
At this time, Song Qinrong conjured a drawing of Qi Huan out of nowhere.
She saw the word "Mu Huan" signed on it at a glance, and her pupils suddenly shrank.
"Where did you get it? How could it be When Qi Huan committed suicide, it was all destroyed!"
This is the eternal pain in Song Muyao's heart.
Before Qi Huan died, his self-confidence was completely shattered by "Tsing Yi". When he looked at his works, he just felt that they were all waste paper. He permanently deleted all the drawings in his computer with one click and burned all the paper manuscripts. A clean one.
Over the years, Song Muyao has thought countless times about using her own abilities to publish a comic book for him, fulfilling his dream during his lifetime.
But Qi Huan¡¯s deletion was too clean. The submitted manuscripts were also expired because the attachments were too large.
Even though she exhausted her contacts, she could not find even one.
But now, the drawing that she had been thinking about appeared in Song Qinrong's hand, and it was held by the other party's hands, and it seemed that he planned to tear it to pieces.
Song Muyao was so frightened that her liver and gallbladder split apart: "Don't tear it apart, don't!"
"Then let go of Xiaobao!" Song Qinrong said coldly.
Song Muyao narrowed her eyes.
There was a stalemate in the room. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com