Villain son, you kneel down, Mom begs you to do something

When Ye Zhu Peilin got her finger broken on the way back, the strangest thing was that she didn't even have time to see the other person's face before that person disappeared.

Call the police, the police can't find anything after they arrive.

There is no camera at the place where the incident happened. Although there is no camera at the place where the incident happened, it is a road without forks. Not far from the place where the incident happened, there are surveillance cameras on both ends. During the surveillance period, there is no one else except Zhu Peilin.

Although Zhu Peilin repeatedly emphasized that she was judged by others, she also mentioned the suspect - Su Miao.

However, the video proves that the police did not believe her, only thinking that she was trying to frame others.

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As night falls, colorful New Year lanterns illuminate the dark night.

Luxury cars gathered in front of w bar.

The interior of the bar is dimly lit, the dance is hot, and the waiters shuttle back and forth with wine glasses.

On the booth in the corner, Mu Cheng was leaning on the sofa in an out-of-shape manner, holding the wine glass in his hand, and his slightly long bangs covered half of his eyes.

He was dressed casually, and he still wore multiple necklaces around his neck. The most conspicuous one was naturally his obsidian earring, which was still dazzling even under such a dim light.

"Mu Cheng, why are we drinking in the hall? Isn't it good upstairs?" Wen Chi stepped on the edge of the table with one foot, shaking the wine in the glass with his hand.

Wearing a black shirt alone, several buttons on the shirt are unbuttoned, revealing a large area of ​​wheat-colored skin, with a tough and handsome appearance.

"Don't tell me about mosquitoes, drinking downstairs occasionally has a special flavor." Xi Feng sat down beside Wen Chi, put his hands on Wen Chi's shoulders naturally, and lingered on the dance floor.

That pair of amorous peach blossom eyes stayed on the beauty on the dance floor, and there was a just right smile on the corner of her mouth, like a spring breeze that swayed people's hearts, making people bump into each other.

Wen Chi took a sip of the wine in his glass, and pushed away Xi Feng's hand in disgust, "If you like it so much, then go for it, what's the use of just looking here."

"It's superficial. I just want to have an eye addiction and appreciate beautiful things."

Wen Chi sneered, "It's nice to say, you are afraid that your sister Qingmei who is studying abroad will ignore you if she finds out."

"I know you said that."

Hearing someone mentioning his sweetheart, Xifeng immediately looked away, not looking at the beauties on the dance floor.

"However, Brother Cheng." Looking at Mu Cheng, "The mosquito is right, why do we drink here? This is not your style."

Brother Cheng hates people the most.

Mu Cheng drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, "I called a friend, she said she likes to be lively."

"Friend? Who is it?" Xi Feng turned his head, "Didn't you tell us to come out to talk about the competition? Why are you still calling me?"

"You'll know when you come." Mu Cheng kept a secret.

As soon as the words finished, Mu Cheng put down his wine glass and stood up, "Here comes the man."

He raised his hand and waved to the person coming.

Wen Chi and Xi Feng followed his line of sight and looked over.

The visitor was wearing a long red dress, with a slender figure, a slender waist like a willow, and high-heeled shoes with thin straps outlined the delicate ankles.

The long skirt is as passionate as a rose, and the hem of the skirt floats lightly as she walks. The delicate and picturesque eyebrows and eyes are intertwined with glamorous beauty, which is so beautiful that both people and gods are angry.

Su Miao approached.

Mu Cheng turned sideways and beckoned her to sit down, "Wen Chi put down your dog leg, it's blocking the way, Su Miao, sit down quickly."

Wen Chi lowered his legs and sat up straight, keeping his eyes on Su Miao.

When did Mu Cheng meet such a beautiful woman?

Su Miao sat down, lazily found a comfortable position, and looked around the crowd, "Xiao Mucheng, why didn't you invite my sister out to play with such a good place?"

This is the place she should come to. Ask her to go to a video game city, that's the place Su Yuyan would like.

"Su Miao, you are only a few years older than me." Mu Cheng was dissatisfied with adding a small character before Su Miao's address.

"Let me introduce you, her name is Su Miao." He poured wine for Su Miao while talking, "This is Wenchi, Xifeng."

Su Miao nodded slightly at them, and raised her hand to take the wine Mu Cheng handed over.

"Sister Miaomiao, do you have a boyfriend? If so, would you mind having one more?" Xifeng was wearing a floral shirt, revealing half of his collarbone angrily.

Wen Chi lifted his arm back and hit Xi Feng's stomach directly, causing Xi Feng to groan in pain.

"Believe it or not, I'll tell your sister Qingmei."

"No, Dad, I was wrong."

Su Miao took a shallow breath, and unconsciously frowned.

It's so hard to drink.

"I don't have a boyfriend yet, even if I have a sister, I don't mind having one more." The tone paused slightly, "However, you are not the type my sister likes."

In fact, she knew that Xi Feng was joking, the way he looked at her was too open, the kind that didn't have any male or female meaning.

"Xiao Mucheng didn't just invite me to drink, right?" Mucheng had asked her out several times, but she didn't agree.

Mu Cheng sat down, "I really want to ask you for help."

Wen Chi looked up at him.

What does Mu Cheng want to ask her for help?

Can't they help?

Su Miao's slender figure leaned back lazily, in an indescribably leisurely manner, "Tell me."

"Have you heard of the CAA competition?"

"I've heard of it a little bit, why?" He took a sip of wine, "Are you interested? You probably want me to play this game, right? I'm not interested in these low-difficulty games."

She thought that Mu Cheng wanted her to participate in this competition.

Xi Feng spat out the wine that had just reached his throat with a "pop", and looked at Su Miao with strange eyes.

what did she say?

Low difficulty game?

Are you kidding, this game is still called low difficulty, this is the ceiling in the wooden warehouse war game, okay?

Although Wen Chi was not as exaggerated as Xi Feng, he also showed disapproval of Su Miao's words.

"No, I want you to guide us." Mu Cheng said sincerely.

Xi Feng frowned, "Brother Cheng, did you make a mistake? We are about to compete, so how can we have time to play with her?"

Call him euphemistic, he didn't say it directly.

To put it mildly, he didn't say it clearly.

"Remember the last time I told you that someone broke my record." Mu Cheng looked at Xifeng.

"Could it be that she was the one who broke your record last time?" Wen Chi was surprised.

Su Miao took out a pack of cigarettes from her small bag, took one out of the case, put it in her mouth, turned her head slightly to light it, took a sip, and turned her eyes to Wen Chi, "It's me."

"Kids who are not convinced can try it out alone, and I will give you one hand." The smoke dispersed and flew into the air.

Wen Chi: "!!!"

Xifeng: "!!!"

How crazy!

"You can try it, last time she didn't play with me seriously." Mu Cheng urged.

Wen Chi shook his head, "Forget it."

Xi Feng curled his lips, "I'll forget it too, I still have a bit of AC."

Brother Cheng lost, so what else should he try.

"No wonder you said you want to come here to talk about the game." Wen Chi was stunned.

Mu Cheng nodded, "She didn't even ask her out before, but she was only willing to ask her out at a bar."

Remember that she has sons, and she still comes to this kind of place.

Won't her husband be angry?