Tong Yao's eyes were red, as if tears were about to overflow. She rushed forward impulsively, grabbed Qin Muyuan's collar with her bloody hands, and asked, "Did you do it?"
Her sudden question made Qin Muyuan a little confused, and he frowned in surprise: "What do you mean?"
"Did you send someone to shoot Qin Qiaotian?" Tears fell silently from the corners of her eyes, and she shouted hysterically at Qin Muyuan, "He is almost dead!"
Qin Muyuan was stunned: Qin Qiaotian is about to die?
"He's here to say goodbye to me! He has already decided to return to China today, why don't you let him go?" Her little hands grabbed Qin Muyuan's skirt and crumpled the snow-white shirt.
"He was shot?" Qin Muyuan frowned, paused, and finally understood what the subject meant, "And you think it was me who sent someone to fire the gun? Hmm?"
Does she think he wants to kill Qin Qiaotian?
"I..." She suddenly choked up, overwhelmed by the aura of his rhetorical question.
"Where's the evidence?" Qin Muyuan's face also darkened, he nodded with a sneer, and suddenly spoke, "Tong Yao, where's your evidence? Hmm?"
"Don't pretend to be stupid! Who else could it be besides you?" She was like a trapped little animal, easily aroused by his words, "Last time I walked with him, how did you treat me?"
’s? You vented your anger on him this time, didn’t you?”
Qin Muyuan's face froze, and he suddenly became even colder: last time...she still remembered the last time in her heart, and she still hated him.
"Tong Yao..." He murmured her name, and raised his palm gently, as if caressing her face gently, but the coldness in his eyes did not diminish at all, "I said, I want to question
I'll show you the evidence first."
"I have no evidence!" she growled, helpless and angry.
As soon as she finished speaking, there was a sudden pain on her chin. The fingers that were originally caressing her cheek suddenly pinched her chin: "Don't go too far..."
The flash of cold light in his eyes startled her. Before she could see clearly, he suddenly let go of his hand, causing her to take a few steps back reflexively.
"If you are sure that I asked someone to do it, then take revenge openly and honestly. If you are not sure, don't take it for granted." He said in a cold voice word by word, "Questioning this thing does not apply to me."
"Okay, I'm going to find evidence!" Her stubbornness was aroused by him. She gritted her teeth and nodded, putting aside her harsh words, "If you have any anger, just point it at me! You don't have to implicate others!"
"Coming for you?" Qin Muyuan sneered. He really felt that the little woman in front of him could easily step on his bottom line: in front of him, she was protecting another man so openly...
"It's all coming at you, can you bear it?" His anger was not just about doing something to her once.
Tong Yao's little face suddenly turned pale. He heard the warning in his words, so before Qin Muyuan got angry, he fled to the door in panic, opened the door and rushed out...
The door was slammed shut by her with a "ping" sound. Qin Muyuan did not chase after him. He just unbuttoned a few shirt buttons impatiently and sat back on the sofa with a cold expression.
There's not much point in catching up now. He can't even guarantee whether he can control his temper!
The weekend that I had planned carefully and the "compensation" that I had planned, never expected that it would end in this way today...
There was silence in the room, except for the mobile phone stuck in the sofa, which kept making a "buzzing" vibration. It was obvious that the person making the call was very perseverant and kept doing it over and over again.
"Hello?" Finally unable to resist the annoyance caused by the phone call, Qin Muyuan reached out with a long arm and pressed the answer button.
"Brother, Qin Qiaotian was shot." Ji Zhengyu's voice came from the opposite side, "He was seriously injured."
Qin Muyuan's face suddenly darkened: Did he even come to question you?
"Then?" He uttered two words coldly, signaling him to continue, but the strong warning in his voice was self-evident.
"I checked, and it seems that the domestic forces want to kill him. After all, he is too young and his position is too high, which makes a group of politicians very dissatisfied." Ji Zhengyu simply summarized it, knowing that Qin Muyuan was not satisfied with the domestic forces.
There was no interest in those overt and covert fights, so he simply turned to the topic, "But he was injured in Moscow. If traced, it has something to do with us..."
The group of old foxes in China have identified this point: if the injury is at home, these old foxes are the first suspects; but it is different when the injury is abroad. They can easily blame the matter on foreign forces.
Of course, this time, people who know the truth will attribute everything to Qin Muyuan
"It doesn't matter if you are misunderstood by others." Ji Zhengyu murmured. It really doesn't matter if he takes the blame. But, "Does Tong Yao know? But don't let her see it. She will definitely get misunderstood..."
In the whole world, I'm afraid her misunderstanding is the only one that can make me "take it seriously" and really drive him crazy?
"She..." Qin Muyuan frowned in frustration and slowly added, "She was at the scene when Qin Qiaotian was shot."