Marriage in crisis

He gently opened the door. It was dark inside, and the lights were obviously not turned on.

Chen Lang hesitated for a moment and pushed the door wider. There was no movement inside. Chen Lang ducked into the room.

The room was obviously empty. Chen Lang checked in the room and then at the closet. It was obviously a man's room, and all the clothes hanging in the closet were men's clothes.

But it doesn't look like a master bedroom, it looks like a secondary bedroom.

The floor-to-ceiling windows are large, with double-layered heavy curtains drawn on both sides.

After Chen Lang read it carefully, he turned back and quickly left the room.

Then he gently pushed open the door of the study room opposite.

The voice inside came out again.

Chen Lang squatted on the ground, stuck the camera on something like a pen, and gently poked it in. The screen shook, and the situation in the corner of the study appeared, and he could just see the three people inside.

One is Meng Yaokun, the other is a fat man with big ears, smiling heartily, speaking fluent Cantonese, and a tuft of hair is sitting on the sofa a little further away.

The two people who spoke were silent.

They all spoke in Cantonese and I couldn't understand them at all.

But I glanced sideways at Wei Qingchuan. He was listening very attentively. It was obvious that he could understand.

Realizing that I was looking at him, he put his hand on my shoulder and gently touched my face, still looking at the screen intently.

Just then, Zuofu Mao's cell phone rang. He was so excited that he immediately stood up, took the phone and walked out.

Chen Lang immediately withdrew the lens and quickly flashed into the opposite room.

I exhaled and thought, it turned out that I was eavesdropping and had to check my escape route before I eavesdropped. High!

Just when I was secretly complacent here, I suddenly felt like I couldn't laugh anymore. A tuft of hair was holding the phone, opened the opposite door directly, and walked in without hesitation.

I instinctively backed away from Wei Qingchuan. Why the hell did he come in? Miscalculated.

Fortunately, he answered the phone only after entering the room and did not turn on the light.

And Chen Lang's position is just inside the curtain.

A tuft of hair responded to the call, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window while talking on the phone. Through the camera, you could see him standing one meter away, "...The arrangements have been made! Don't worry!"

We could vaguely hear a man speaking on the other side of the phone, but we couldn't make out whose voice it was.

"...Waiting for the call from the other side!...He didn't agree to come here...Hmm!...He was staring at it, made a phone call, and sent a message. She was having a temper!"

A tuft of hair responded coldly, intermittently, and most of the people on the other side of the phone were saying, "Well! Yes! What do you mean..."

What I heard on the phone was that he was talking about Xu Aihua.

"I didn't see it. She believed you were here and wanted to see you. ... This person from the Meng family is not easy to deal with. She has never been satisfied that you didn't show up. Well...

They talked late last night and didn't leave. It depends on who comes to the Bai family today. I've already arranged the people. "The words of Yi Tu Mao made me feel that Monk Zhang Er was confused.

But there is one sentence that I heard some doubts about. Could it be that it was Dean He who stayed up until very late in the conversation?

Just happened to send him back to the hospital early this morning?

A tuft of hair just stood there with the phone in hand, and kept saying "yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes" to his orders. It was obvious that the person on the other side was giving him some instructions.

A tuft of hair hung up the phone and did not leave. Instead, he stood in front of the window and looked out.

I felt like my breathing was a little sluggish, and I was wondering why I still didn’t leave.

The next second, he picked up the phone, scrolled through his phone, and then swiped out a number.

I saw that the distance between Chen Lang and a tuft of hair at this time was only one step away. If the breathing sound was louder, I could hear it.

Fortunately he had been answering the phone just now, otherwise it would have been really scary.

At this moment, the phone in his hand was connected.

"Come here!" Yi Zhu Mao warned into the phone, "It's the boss's wish to take people to your side. She is not safe here!"

I'm guessing whether the person he's talking about is Xu Aihua.

"Boss is afraid that someone will come here." A Tuft of Hair added with a very bad attitude, "...Yes...right now, right away! Be here before half past ten. What nonsense, you have to fly here too, ……right!"

After Zuofao finished speaking, he hung up the phone angrily and cursed, "...Made!"

After he finished cursing, he turned around and wanted to walk out, but for some unknown reason, his eyes looked in the direction of the camera. He paused and stared for two seconds. Then he stretched out his hand...