The sweet pet of a wealthy family: He Shao's substitute bride

Qi Yun helped Qi Zhen up the stairs, walked a few steps, and arrived at the door of He Yi's room, Qi Zhen had a second thought.

"Okay, my room is almost here, I can do it myself, you go back to your room and rest."

Qi Yun heard it, and Qi really didn't want him to help him.

"That's fine."

When Qi Yun returned to the room, Qi Zhen dug out the photos of Jiang Ruoyue and the male model saved in his mobile phone. Because of the shooting angle, the photos looked easy to make people think too much.

Qi Zhen walked to He Yi's door without giving up.

"Dong dong dong..."

He Yi opened the door, and when he saw Qi Zhen, his handsome appearance became a bit impatient.

"Is something wrong?"

He Yi took off his coat at this moment, and he was wearing a white shirt. No one could wear a white shirt to give him the feeling of being noble, cold, and better than a model.

Qi Zhen stopped the gaze that was startled by his appearance.

"Go in and talk about it. It's about Jiang Ruoyue. I think it's necessary for me to tell you."

He Yi's eyes froze for a moment, he turned sideways, motioning for Qi Zhen to come in.

"Go ahead."

Qi Zhen handed the photos on the phone to He Yi: "Look at these photos, Jiang Ruoyue is entangled with a man in the car, she betrayed you."

He Yi took the phone and flipped through it.

Looking at the background of the photo, Jiang Ruoyue was photographed when he was in the country.

Seeing that He Yi's eyes became more and more dangerous, Qi Zhen was secretly happy, this move must be right.

He Yi raised his eyes, looked at Qi Zhen coldly, what he was asking.

"Are you following Jiang Ruoyue?"

He Yi's primary concern was beyond Qi Zhen's expectation.

"No, I didn't follow her, it was sent to me by someone else, and I just received it, so I showed it to you right away."

He Yi gave a cold snort of disdain, although Qi Zhen quickly denied it, saying that he hadn't followed Jiang Ruoyue, but he subconsciously glanced to the left from her eyes, and saw that she was lying.

"Go back to sleep. As for the photo, I will ask her myself."

"Aren't you angry? She has an unclear relationship with other men. "

"I don't have to answer you."

Qi Zhen was extremely surprised, she looked at He Yi in disbelief.

But under He Yi's cold eyes, she limped out.

After coming out, Qi Zhen felt that he was a little ridiculous, and lost his wife and lost his army.

Now I only hope that Ji Boyan has already taken the child out of Jiang Ruoyue's stomach, so that she can feel more balanced.

Qi Zhen returned to his room, Guo Li had already fallen asleep.

Qi Zhen sat on the bed and sent a message to Ji Boyan: Did you do something to Jiang Ruoyue?

After 10 minutes, Ji Boyan replied: Leng Xiao saved her.

Tightening his phone, Qi Zhen felt an unknown fire in his heart.

Tonight, the humiliation and anger filled her abdominal cavity, so she couldn't sleep, so she didn't want Jiang Ruoyue to sleep peacefully.

So she edited on the phone.

"At three o'clock in the morning, the bomb will go off on time."

It was sent to Jiang Ruoyue's phone.

The other garden among the clouds.

After Jiang Ruoyue washed and dried her hair, she was about to go to sleep and have a good night's rest. When she woke up tomorrow morning and passed the morning urine test to see if she was pregnant, she received this message on her phone.

Jiang Ruoyue: "...!"

There will be no one else who sends text messages except Qi Zhen.

This news also successfully destroyed Jiang Ruoyue's mentality.

Although she was 90.00% sure that Qi Zhen would not kill her at all right now, but receiving such news was still very tricky.

Jiang Ruoyue squeezed the corner of the quilt tightly with her hand, glanced at the time, it was early in the morning, and returned to the past.

"Okay, wait and see, I won't be at a loss if I bring you together."

After a glance, Qi Zhen hated the news of Jiang Ruoyue's return, but it didn't scare her.

Jiang Ruoyue put down her phone and sat on the bed until the pointer reached 59:[-], she subconsciously grasped her palms tightly.

"Tick, tick..."

58 seconds, 59 seconds, three o'clock in the morning, no explosion.

Jiang Ruoyue breathed a sigh of relief.