Su Wanguan never expected that Zhou Qichuan even knew this.

When recording the confession, except for the two police officers, only her assistant was present.

Could it be—

"Yes, is there anything wrong with what I said?" Su Wanguan asked back with compulsory calmness.

"What's the problem?!" Zhou Qichuan's voice suddenly became cold.

He let out a low cold sneer, put away the lighter and stood up slowly, his black eyes swept towards her as if they were quenched with ice, stared at her, and took her long legs and walked towards her step by step.

Su Wanwan looked at him and couldn't help but shivered all over.

Zhou Qichuan walked to the hospital bed, pinched her chin with his long fingers, raised her head, and let her look at him, word by word, like an ice cone, "Su Wanguan, you knew more than three years ago that Song Zhiyuan was my wife, but you not only did not shy away, but no matter how much I reject you, you kept sticking to me as always."

As he said that, his hand had a heavier force, and he sneered again, asking, "Do you think you are envious and jealous and hate Song Zhiyuan, or Song Zhiyuan envious and jealous and hate you?"

The force on Zhou Qichuan's fingers was as heavy as if she wanted to crush her jawbone. Su Wanguan was so angry that she frowned, but she didn't dare to push Zhou Qichuan away, but she looked aggrieved, "Qichuan, when something happened to me, Song Zhiyuan was in the stands on the second floor. Do I suspect her, is there anything wrong?"

"Swish!" Zhou Qichuan laughed again, "Then I am still sitting nearest to you. Should I be the most suspicious of me?"

"Qichuan,——" "Ah!"

Su Wanguan also wanted to defend herself, but Zhou Qichuan's patience with her had reached its limit. Without waiting for her to say anything, she threw her away with force.

With a scream, Su Wanguan rushed directly to the hospital bed.

"Su Wanguan, don't be smart in the future, otherwise you won't have the best fruits to eat."

Leaving this warning, Zhou Qichuan was too lazy to look at her more, and strode away with his legs.

Su Wanguan lay on the hospital bed, his hands tightly pulled into fists, and his eyes were filled with resentment and hatred.

Mingming, Mingmingming was what she loved last year since she was a child.

Song Zhiyuan just slept with Zhou Qichuan for one night, so why did she snatch the person away?

She was unwilling to give up, she would never give up!

...

When Zhou Qichuan arrived home, Song Zhiyuan was taking a shower in the bathroom.

He knew that she and Ji Yanli had dinner, so he went to the hospital.

Just as she was untied her tie and was about to go into the bathroom to have a bath with Song Zhiyuan, Song Zhiyuan's cell phone rang on the sofa.

He went over and took his cell phone and saw that it was Chi Xue who called him.

He ignored it, threw away his phone and continued to take off his blazer.

When he took off his coat and threw it on the sofa and was about to go to the bathroom, the ringtone of his cell phone stopped, and another "ding" sounded, and a message came in.

I took a look and found that Chi Xue was coming from it.

[Boss, last time we went to Jianghuai factory to take photos, can you post it again? How many photos were deleted by me accidentally]

There are some photos of the Zhou family factory in Jianghuai, and some reports submitted by Song Zhiyuan, but not all of them. Zhou Qichuan suddenly wanted to see them.

So, he took Song Zhiyuan's mobile phone, unlocked the face ID directly, and clicked on the photo.

However, before the photo of Jianghuai factory fell into his eyes, another white photo attracted his attention first.

In the photo, a man and a woman sleep together with her naked white upper bodies.

The woman is Su Wanguan.

It's him, of course.

But that night he fell asleep drunk and was wearing clothes. After waking up, although the coat was taken off, his shirt and pants were worn intact.

So, in this photo, the man's white upper body...

"laugh--"

Zhou Qichuan couldn't help but laugh.

It's a p-picture.

The p is quite real.

There is no doubt that the photo was caused by Su Wanguan after he was drunk in Jiang Huaiwan's socializing a few days ago.

No wonder Song Zhiyuan was so indifferent to him that day after he came back from Jiang Huai.

It turned out that this photo of Su Wanguan was the one who made it.

Just as he was admiring the bed photos of Su Wanguan and "himself" with a playful look, the bathroom door unscrewed from the inside with a slight "click". After Song Zhiyuan took a shower, she walked out of the inside in her nightgown.

Zhou Qichuan raised his eyes and looked at the white, clean and refreshing person. He immediately grinned and smiled, with a flattering and flattering look on his face.

Song Zhiyuan glanced at him, ignored him, and wanted to go straight to the dressing table.

However, after taking two steps, I found something was wrong. Zhou Qichuan held it in her hand as if it was her cell phone.

She stopped and looked over again.

"This time, what did you touch me again?" Thinking of the WeChat chat record he deleted last time, Song Zhiyuan asked with Xia Xingluo.

Zhou Qichuan looked at her, smiled, raised his phone and shook it in front of her, and asked, "Wife, how do you think this photo is taken? Is your husband good-looking?"

On the screen of the mobile phone, it was actually the photo of Su Wanguan posting her.

Depend on!

Dog stuff.

Song Zhiyuan bit her back teeth.

She had forgotten this one, but he actually dared to mention it.

The point is that he also peeked at her phone.

"Zhou Qichuan, tonight you either sleep in the guest room or I sleep in the guest room, you choose one."

When Zhou Qichuan heard this, he smiled even more slutty and humble.

He walked towards Song Zhiyuan, stretched his long arms, wrapped the person in his arms, and hugged him.

Song Zhiyuan did not move or struggle, letting him hug him, but the disgust in his eyes was obvious.

"Wife, please compare carefully. Which one of the men's chest muscles or mine in the photo is better?" Zhou Qichuan held up his phone, looked at the photo p above, and then looked at Song Zhiyuan, asking seriously.

The man's chest muscles and mine in the photo?!

Song Zhiyuan frowned slightly, looked at the photo carefully, looked at Zhou Qichuan again, and then his eyes slowly moved from his face to his chest...

Indeed, Zhou Qichuan's pectoral muscles are not as exaggerated as in the photos.

There is also a small black mole on his left chest and armpit, but it is clearly not found in the photo.

So, this photo is...

As he glanced at Zhou Qichuan, Song Zhiyuan sneered, "Do you dare to say that you didn't lie on the same bed with Su Wanguan that night?"

"Yes." Zhou Qichuan replied sincerely, "I was going to come back that night, but I drank too much for social events and woke up until noon. During this period, Su Wanguan had been with me and the chance of lying in the same bed with me should be very high."

Song Zhiyuan didn't believe his words.

Because even if he and Su Wanguan really did something that night, she could do nothing.

Carefulness will only add to your own worries.

"It is said that men are most likely to get confused after drinking. Can you guarantee that you don't?" she asked with a raised eyebrows.

"Ha!" Zhou Qichuan smiled, lowered his head and kissed her red lips quickly, "If I really did something with Su Wanguan that night, would she still have to post a picture to post to you?"

Song Zhiyuan, “…”

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