Bo Qingyun was silent for a few seconds: "I didn't blame you for what happened five years ago."

After finishing speaking, he stared at him with dark eyes, and his voice exuded a bit of coldness: "But after Xia Wanxing died, you immediately left the country. Five years later, this woman who looked almost exactly like Xia Wanxing

Appear before my eyes again, and today, I have dinner with you again..."

His eyes fell on Xia Wan's untouched cream of mushroom soup, and in a low tone, he had already come to the conclusion: "Changfeng, I don't believe that all of this is just a coincidence."

Xu Changfeng folded his fingers on the table, and his cold eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses revealed a sincere look: "I'm not a police officer, so I can't provide you with any proof."

Bo Qingyun did not interrupt her and waited for him to continue.

After Xu Changfeng pondered for a moment, he opened his lips and said, "You can remain skeptical, or you can investigate. There is nothing wrong with that."

After that, he stood up and his eyes became a little colder: "However, Xia Wanxin may be my future wife, Qingyun, no matter how you check, pay attention to propriety and scale."

Hearing this, Bo Qingyun was startled.

Future wife?

Xu Changfeng looked at him hesitant for a moment, and the look in his eyes became a little gentler: "I still have something to do at the hospital, so I'll leave now. Let's have a meal with Jinwen and the others another day."

Bo Qingyun did not respond.

When Xu Changfeng passed by him, he grabbed his wrist and used a little force with his fingers: "Isn't she really?"

Xu Changfeng looked at him calmly: "There is no need to say it again."

Bo Qingyun retracted her hand: "If she is Xia Wanxing, she is only my fiancée and will not become your wife."

Hearing this, Xu Changfeng's mind pictured Xia Wanxing lying on the operating table covered in blood and vulnerable, like a withered flower that had lost its vitality.

His Adam's apple rolled, and he said meaningfully: "There used to be Xia Wanxing, but if you don't believe her, she is already dead and burned to ashes."

After saying that, he strode away, leaving Bo Qingyun alone.

His hands gradually clenched into fists, his breathing became a little heavy, and his throat became a little tight.

Unspeakable pain permeated the tip of my heart, and I felt a little numb. My pupils were getting colder and colder, with a hint of blood.

Xia Wanxing deserves to die, right?

...

At the same time, the underground garage.

Xia Wanxin sat in the car and didn't start the engine for a long time.

A thin layer of sweat formed on her palms.

Even though he now has a new identity, he still feels trembling when faced with Bo Qingyun's doubts.

She must not let Bo Qingyun know that she is still alive.

She doesn't want to go to that cold and inhumane prison again.

I can no longer be wronged.

Just then, her cell phone rang, interrupting her thoughts.

Caller ID——Xu Changfeng.

After answering, she put it to her ear: "Brother Feng, is he suspicious?"

In fact, she knew the answer all along.

Xu Changfeng's voice was neither urgent nor slow: "Don't worry, he can't find anything."

Xia Wanxin nodded: "Okay."

She knows it too.

This time she returned to China and was fully prepared so that she would not become a prisoner again.

"He does have suspicions, but he can't find any evidence. In any case, it's better to be careful."

Xia Wanxin nodded: "Yes, I understand."

It seems like the phone is about to be hung up over there.

Xia Wanxin's eyes flashed and she called him: "Brother Feng."

"Um?"

His voice was as sweet as wine, with a touch of gentleness, as if he was willing to listen to her no matter what she said.

Xia Wanxin felt a little moved when she thought about how kind he had been to her over the years, but she didn't know what to say. She pursed her lips and said, "Thank you."

Xu Changfeng was silent for a few seconds, and his voice was cold and gentle: "I said, there is no need to say these three words between you and me."
Chapter completed!