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Han Guanshan took out the USB drive and played the video.

The video note is [Hong Kong].

"Song Weiyu, do you remember the days he stayed in Hong Kong last month? Open your eyes and take a good look at who he was with that night."

The video shows the hotel corridor surveillance.

Zhao Han took the room card and entered Fu Haitang's room and did not come out all night.

Song Weiyu suddenly felt tinnitus in his ears and felt dazed.

"Did you see it clearly? Is this what you call clean?" Han Guanshan opened and closed his mouth.

She couldn't hear clearly and just stared at the TV screen.

After a while, he came back to his senses, raised his hand and pressed his left ear, his eyelashes flickering slightly, and said calmly: "I believe him, even if we are in the same room, he will not do anything out of line."

Han Guanshan laughed, "Baby, you are so naive. You were alone with him for a whole night, and you actually believed that he didn't do anything?"

Looking at Song Weiyu's pale face, Han Guanshan knew that even if she believed in him, there was always a thorn in her heart.

Having this thorn is enough.

"Then I'll tell you more about Chen Fang."

Han Guanshan turned off the video, picked up a cigarette and lit it, then dragged a chair and sat lazily at the end of the bed.

"What kind of good person do you think Chen Fang is? Just because he saved your life a few times, you think he's a sense of security?

Do you think he was really willing to give up his status and stay with you for decades? I tell you, if he was really willing, he wouldn't have come to work in a nightclub. And he wouldn't have watched Fu Haitang... get poisoned. "

Song Weiyu pondered over Han Guanshan's two sentences.

What do you mean, watching Fu Haitang... get poisoned?

She asked: "You mean Chen Fang knew that the psychiatrist poisoned him?"

Han Guanshan laughed sneerily, "Baby, it's not that I know, I know it in advance."

"Impossible." He blurted out.

Song Weiyu didn't believe it at all and looked at Han Guanshan warily with the eyes of an enemy.

The man said calmly: "In this world, the only person who wants Fu Haitang to die, besides me, should be Chen Fang, right?"

Song Weiyu raised his head and looked at the opposite side stubbornly, with a firm tone: "Impossible, if Chen Fang wanted to do something to Fu Haitang, he had countless opportunities over the years. And not only did he not do it, he saved Fu Haitang many times!"

"Then Chen Fang should have other purposes, what do you think?" Han Guanshan raised his eyebrows and watched her face gradually turn pale leisurely.

Any other purpose?

Song Weiyu lost consciousness...

At this moment, she suddenly wanted to ask Chen Fang, why had he stayed by her side so loyally for more than 20 years? Was it because of love or something else?

It couldn't be anything else! Song Weiyu dismissed the thought that popped up in his mind.

And feel ashamed for having such thoughts.

Holding the corner of the quilt in his hand, he said, "I believe him, I believe him. In this world, no one cares about me more than Chen Fang."

How many times had he risked his own life to get her out of danger?

Also, the little details in life cannot be faked.

Looking at her unshakable expression, Han Guanshan suddenly felt annoyed and stood up, crushing the cigarette between his fingers.

"Song Weiyu, you really favor him.

I also really want to see, if one day Fu Haitang and Chen Fang fall into my hands at the same time, who will you choose to save? "

Song Weiyu raised his eyes coldly and met Han Guanshan's deep eyes.

"That day will never come. I will kill you with my own hands before that. So, you should think it over. Do you really want to take me back to Southeast Asia?"

Han Guanshan let out a short laugh, "You want to kill me...Okay, I'll wait for you to kill me with your own hands."

After leaving the bedroom, Han Guanshan's suppressed depression suddenly surfaced, and with the intention of venting, he went to Zhao Yiyi's villa behind.

He pinched the woman's neck with his hands, looked at the resemblance in fascination, and slowly moved closer, almost kissing her.

The woman reached for his buttons and unbuttoned them one by one.

With a charming panting, "Master Han, I miss you so much..."

His hand slid down along the collar, his nails scratching every inch of his muscular muscles.

Han Guanshan frowned, grabbed her wrist as she was about to move downwards, and suddenly looked away, with a kind of annoyance that he couldn't explain, "Forget it, I'm not in the mood today."

After saying that, he came out of Zhao Yiyi's villa and went to the boxing room.

Zhou Qingye looked at the toys with broken arms and legs on the ground, straightened up and looked at the man covered in blood in the middle of the stage, "Brother, did Sister Qi make you angry again? She is like that, sharp tongue but soft heart, just don't mess with her."

"You didn't see how obedient she was around Chen Fang. But in front of me, she was like a gunshot."

Zhou Qingye had long been accustomed to it. "She has always been too good to Chen Fang. In her heart, Fu Haitang can't even compare to Chen Fang, let alone you."

"..."

Han Guanshan threw away his boxing gloves, walked to the edge of the stage with sweat dripping down his body, grabbed Zhou Qingye by the collar, and threw him onto the stage.

"Come, let me see if you have made any progress recently."

ten minutes later.

Zhou Qingye was lying on the stage with a nosebleed, shouting, "Brother, spare me. I'll give you a suggestion. Why don't you marry Sister Qi? She's divorced anyway!"