Mr. Fu: Madam has amazed the world again

Outside, Bai Ling answered the phone.

"explain."

The voice is quite cold and has no warmth.

"I've done what you asked." There was a slightly stern voice on the other end of the phone.

Bai Ling put one hand in his pocket, his brows drooping, "Okay, do whatever you need to do!"

"Come over sometime. There are many things you need to decide for yourself."

Bai Ling frowned, with no expression on her face. "I have to take care of everything, what do you need me to do?"

The other party was silent for a moment, "I was abrupt."

"I'll find you when I'm done."

The window at the foot of the stairs overlooks the street. It is gradually getting dark, and the dim street lights are reflected through the window, shining on Bai Ling's face, making her already cool expression even colder.

Bai Ling hung up the phone, her eyes turned a little colder. It seemed that she had to hurry up and find out what Ji Mohan was thinking.

Jiang Shiyue drank more than a dozen bottles of beer and was a little drunk.

Bai Ling didn't have much appetite to eat anymore, so they went back.

late at night.

The whole world fell into a deep sleep. It was so quiet all around that only the occasional sound of wind could be heard.

In Mingyuan Villa, Bai Ling, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly opened her eyes. In the darkness, her eyelashes trembled slightly. The moonlight shone in, and her delicate face was surrounded by coldness.

He picked up his clothes, put them on, and sat up.

After listening for a while and making sure there was no sound in the villa, she opened the door.

The villa was dark. Bai Ling took out his cell phone, turned on the flashlight, and slowly went to the study.

The study door was not locked; she turned the handle and the door opened.

The study is very tidy, with bookshelves on both sides filled with various books and a black computer on the desk.

There is a safe next to it.

Bai Ling squatted down and checked it out. The safe had two layers of protection, one was a password and the other was a fingerprint lock.

She thought for a moment and went to the computer.

The safe was not difficult for her to open, but she didn't know if the alarm was set.

Bai Ling turned on the black computer, pressed the power button, and tapped the keyboard quickly with her slender white fingers.

The code flashed across the computer page very quickly.

Bai Ling first destroyed the alarm system in the computer, then looked in the direction of the door, and seeing no movement, he continued searching.

Fu Chen's computer desktop is very clean, with nothing extra except for a few software that comes with the system.

But it couldn't be hidden from a hacker expert like Bai Ling. She only took a rough look and found the hidden documents in his computer.

There are not many documents, and one is top secret.

Bai Ling opened the folder of top-secret files, and more than a dozen documents appeared.

She saw the document with the words "Heart Donation Agreement" at a glance, her eyes turned cold, and she opened it.

After seeing the contents clearly, she stood up suddenly, with an expression of astonishment that was hard to conceal in her black pupils.

After a moment, she sat down, tightened her grip on the mouse, and a cold light shone in her clear eyes.

suddenly.

The light in the study was on.

"What are you looking for?" A somewhat cold and hoarse voice sounded.

Fu Chen came in. Under the moonlight, his figure was elongated and his outlines were clear.

The dark pupils stared at Bai Ling.

He raised his feet and walked slowly towards Bai Ling.

Bai Ling turned around, her cold eyes tinged with a layer of blood, and from her chest rising and falling, it could be seen that she was in a very bad mood at the moment.

Suddenly, she stepped forward, lifted Fu Chen's collar, and growled like a wild animal, "Give me back his heart!"

Fu Chen frowned and looked down at the contents on the computer. Suddenly, his pupils shrank and his voice trembled, "Do you know Ji Mohan?"

When Ji Mohan died, Bai Ling had not yet come to Licheng.

Moreover, Bai Ling was raised in a wet nurse's home since she was a child and had no contact with the Ji family. How did she know Ji Mohan?

Bai Ling's beautiful face was filled with anger. Her fingers tightly grasped Fu Chen's collar, her pupils glowing scarlet, as if she wanted to eat someone. "You caused a car accident, took his heart, and made a fake donation agreement. Do you want to cover up the facts?"

She smiled, a cold smile, "I will dig out your heart and bury it with him!"

Bai Ling suddenly raised her hand, and Fu Chen realized something was wrong almost the moment Bai Ling raised her hand. He dodged and the silver needle pierced the wall behind him.

Bai Ling did not shoot out any more silver needles. She attacked Fu Chen like a madman.

She played with a completely reckless attitude.

Fu Chen was just dodging, but now he couldn't dodge anymore. After a few rounds, Bai Ling was at a disadvantage. He grabbed Bai Ling's wrist and said, "Listen to my explanation."

Bai Ling was a little irritated. He raised his foot and kicked Fu Chen's knee. Fu Chen dodged and said helplessly, "Can you wait? He's not dead yet."

Bai Ling's body stiffened, her eyebrows knitted tightly, and she looked at him straight with cold eyes, obviously not believing what he said.

Fu Chen pinched his brows and felt a headache. "Would you like to sit down first?"

The little girl has a really bad temper.

If she doesn't calm down, I'm afraid I'll have to tear down his house.

Bai Ling was silent for a moment, then withdrew his hand, pulled a chair, crossed his legs, and subsided his rage. "Speak."

Fu Chen looked at her, then opened the safe, took out a paper document from it, and gave it to Bai Ling, "You agreed to marry me just to investigate this matter?"

There are two copies of the "Heart Donation Agreement", both of which are with Fu Chen, and there is also an electronic version to prevent the loss of the paper version.

Bai Ling glanced at him and said nothing.

Fu Chen fished out a cigarette from his pocket, took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep breath, exhaled a cloud of smoke, and then slowly spoke, "The donation agreement is his autograph, and his heart was not donated to me."

His voice was flat, without a trace of emotion.

Bai Ling was startled, a cold light flashed across her eyes, and suddenly, she smiled, and laughed wantonly, and then she stopped laughing, with a hint of coldness in her eyes, "Impossible!"

"You can go for a handwriting identification." Fu Chen stood up, leaned on the desk, took a puff of cigarette, then turned around and found a document from the folder.

This is a recording.

Fu Chen clicked play. Ji Mohan's voice was very weak. "I am Ji Mohan. I know I can't survive. I voluntarily donate my heart and authorize Fu Chen to help me with the follow-up matters. If my family hears this recording, please don't trace the whereabouts of the heart. It will go to a place where it belongs."

This voice was definitely Ji Mohan's, without any fakeness.

Bai Ling lowered her eyelids and said nothing. Her beautiful face no longer had the coldness she had just now. Her red lips were slightly pursed, and it was impossible to tell her emotion.

Suddenly, she smiled, a little mockingly, "Heh."

She always thought that Ji Mohan’s car accident was not an accident, and the person who caused the accident was extremely powerful and could easily take away Ji Mohan’s heart.

To avoid trouble, a heart donation agreement was forged.

But now, she felt like a fool.

The donation agreement was signed by Ji Mohan himself. She recognized Ji Mohan's handwriting without any identification.

There is no need to authenticate the recording, it is indeed his voice.