Chapter 148 "Wen Mianmian, you feel sorry for him."

Jiang Jichuan also realized that something was wrong, "Mianmian, he is threatening you."

Wen Ran was going crazy inside!

It's not important!

What's important is that we are on someone else's territory!

Zhou Qixiao has such a domineering temperament. If you say ten minutes, it will definitely be ten minutes!

If you continue to be verbose, you will be kicked out half the time!

What should I do?

Do you want to suffocate me to death?!

The dragon roared in Wen Ran's heart, but there was no verbosity on his face. Good reason: "Ah, I'm going to the hospital in a minute. Grandpa has something to announce. We can't be late, so if you have anything to say, let's get straight to the point."

Jiang Jichuan naturally saw that Wen Ran was perfunctory, but he didn't have the attitude to care about Wen Ran now. Ran's thing.

He was a little lonely, feeling Zhou Qixiao's disdainful gaze, and didn't want to make himself look too ugly.

Jiang Jichuan forced a faint smile: "I want to explain the positioning first. In fact, Father Wen asked me to do this. That day when you discovered my feelings, I was completely disappointed, so I didn't explain it. Son, but I went back and thought about it, I don’t want you to misunderstand me..."

Jiang Jichuan said and handed the letter in his hand to Wen Ran.

This letter was forged by his father, but when he read it, he found that it was exactly the same as Wen's father's handwriting and habits, and it was deliberately made old.

If his father takes action, there is still a guarantee that he will be able to conceal the past.

Wen Ran opened it and looked at it doubtfully.

It was her father's handwriting, and it said that she was bullied by her classmates and locked up in a warehouse when she was in junior high school. After she was found, her father was very worried, so he asked Jiang Jichuan to install positioning in her shoes.

Wen Ran rubbed the paper.

The paper is old, and the handwriting on it is not new, and there is no period at the end, which is indeed Dad's habit.

She nodded slightly.

"Mianmian..."

"I understand, thank you for helping dad, brother, is this what you want to say?" Wen Ran closed the letter without taking another look.

In fact, for Wen Ran, no matter who asked for this position, it would have no impact on her alienation from Jiang Jichuan.

After all, it is better to stay away from love that cannot be reciprocated.

Otherwise, it will be torture for both him and himself.

Jiang Jichuan originally thought that after explaining the positioning matter, Wen Ran would be able to be more sympathetic to his attitude.

But seeing her still distant look, he hurriedly explained: "There's really nothing special in that room, it's just some photos of you and that life-size pillow. I... know I'm not good enough for you, so I just Dare to secretly..."

"Brother, there is nothing wrong with liking someone. You don't have to kowtow to me. But I'm sorry, you are just the dearest brother to me, and that will never change in this life, so..." Wen Ran said. Here gave him a friendly smile, "Let's try to meet as little as possible."

Wen Ran's smile was sincere, but it was this magnanimity and sincerity that made Jiang Jichuan almost breathless.

He raised his hand to cover his heart, his expressionless face almost collapsed.

"Wen Ran, is it because of him?" Jiang Jichuan suddenly raised his finger and pointed at Zhou Qixiao.

The other hand threw the photo he was holding on the coffee table, "Dad Wen probably died because of him!"

Here it comes!

Wen Ran's heart skipped a beat.

Although she had guessed in advance that Jiang Jichuan might say such things, she still couldn't help but become nervous when she actually heard them.

But Wen Ran's character has never been one to believe something, so she calmly leaned over and picked up the photo on the table.

The location in the photo is outside her father's studio, and the main character is a tall man.

Although he was wearing a hat and a mask, he could tell he was a foreigner.

"This is"

"Eureka! One of Zhou Qixiao's most trusted people." Jiang Jichuan did not expect that his father could find such a photo, "Mianmian, after this person appeared, Father Wen died in a car accident! He was too suspicious. "Is this it?"

Wen Ran wanted to ask, is this it?

But seeing Jiang Jichuan's excitement, she felt it was strange, and she nodded for fear of irritating him.

This time it was Jiang Jichuan's turn to be shocked.

When Wen Ran heard this, he didn't even question Zhou Qi Xiao.

Jiang Jichuan asked desperately: "Wen Ran, do you believe him that much?"

Wen Ran shook his head and replied to him: "This is not a question of belief or not, it is...

Before Wen Ran finished speaking, she heard a sneer from behind: "Wen Mianmian, if you don't believe me, I believe him." Wen

Ran: She wanted to ask: If there is nothing wrong with your ears, is there something wrong with your brain!

But she turned her head and looked. Zhou Qixiao's face turned cold, but he didn't dare to be tough, "I haven't finished speaking yet! The front is the foreshadowing, the back is the point!"

"Oh, then I'll listen to your sophistry." Zhou Qixiao stood there, his eyes falling on Wen Ran. In the photo, the expression is gloomy and unclear.

It was indeed Eureka, but if he didn’t stay in Grizzly Bear Country at that time, why would he go to China?

"The evidence is too weak. It cannot be said that the man standing downstairs in his father's studio has something to do with his father's car accident. Besides, even if It's related, but it doesn't mean it's related to Zhou Qixiao, so we still need to check again, at least ask this person..."

Wen Ran knocked on the person in the photo. It is related to his father's death, so he must be calm and not let his emotions rush. Dizzy.

"Eureka is Zhou Qixiao's most loyal dog, how could he still disobey him..." Before Jiang Jichuan could finish speaking, an ashtray hit him on the head, causing him to stumble backward and hit him on the sofa. Only then did he stabilize his body shape.

Wen Ran felt hot and wet liquid splashing on her neck, and she raised her hand to touch it belatedly.

When she saw the bright red, her head buzzed.

Her breathing became rapid, and she hurriedly raised her head to look at Jiang Jichuan.

Jiang Jichuan's eyes rolled up, looking like he was about to faint. She was so frightened that she raised her hand to help him.

His waist was surrounded by strong arms.

A man's indiscriminate question came to his ears: "Wen Mianmian, do you feel sorry for him?"