Chapter 517 We Exchanged Numbers when We First Met

Wen Churan was finally relieved that she could maintain such a mentality, and patted her shoulder again, "I can help you pay for your grandma's medical expenses. You don't have to worry too much. What I want to know most now is your news." Who recorded the recording at the press conference, and how was it played?”

Gu Nanpei frowned and thought for a moment, "I remember that the quarrel with Xuzhou took place in my own studio. It was impossible for outsiders to be there, and it was impossible for anyone to record it!"

"But it doesn't rule out that someone was hiding in your studio at that time, right?"

When Wen Churan asked this question, Gu Nanpei also felt that it made sense.

In fact, I want to investigate who entered her studio, and I can find out clearly by checking the surveillance.

Wen Churan was going to wait for the group of reporters outside the villa to calm down before going to the Sheng family, but suddenly realized that Sheng Zhixun had not been seen since she came back.

"Where's Xiao Zhixun? He's not here with you?"

Gu Nanpei said nothing, looking a little helpless, then led Wen Churan upstairs and pointed to a bedroom with a closed door.

"You'll know for yourself when you see it."

Wen Churan carefully unscrewed the door handle and looked in through the crack in the door. He saw something standing tall on the bed in the bedroom. It was Sheng Zhixun who was huddled under the quilt.

Not only was he shivering, but he was also muttering under the covers, his tone full of horror and disbelief, "A woman... is actually a woman. A woman... is actually a woman."

There is only one sentence that comes out over and over again.

Wen Churan withdrew his gaze and looked at Gu Nanpei in confusion.

Gu Nanpei helplessly spread his hands towards her, "Since he brought me back yesterday, he has been huddled in the bedroom and talking to himself. Maybe... he has been frightened by the fact that I am a woman..."

Wen Churan rubbed his swollen temples, "I have been with you for so long, and only now do I know you are a woman. I feel...he was not that smart before."

Country V.

Yaheng came to the third floor and knocked on Sheng Shimo's door.

Soon, a man's low roar came from inside, as if he was holding back a surge of rage.

"Get out! I told you, no one is allowed to step onto the third floor except the cleaning servants!"

When he said this, he seemed to have forgotten that Wen Churan was jumping around on his third floor every day.

Not only did Ya Heng leave without fear, he also continued, "Brother, I thought you had something important to ask Miss Wen, so I came here to give you her number. If not, then forget it..."

Before he could finish his words, the door of the room was opened with a bang, and the man's slender and tall figure stood in front of him, bringing a burst of fatal oppression.

"Do you have her number?" The man had a gloomy face, seeming a little unhappy and a little unbelievable.

Ya Heng raised his cell phone, "Yes, I exchanged numbers with Miss Wen the first time we met."

First meeting?

Numbers exchanged?

Sheng Shimo's grip on the door handle tightened, so hard that the veins on his arms popped out, as if he could tear down the door at any time.

Only then did Yaheng realize that something was wrong with the man's expression. Looking at the pair of eyes that were burning with fire, he took a step back and asked cautiously, "Brother, you...do you still need Miss Wen's number?"

boom--

The man didn't say anything and slammed the door hard.

Ya Heng trembled all over.

very scary…

I have never seen my brother lose such a big temper.

Sheng Shimo felt aggrieved: I don’t have my wife’s number, so I burst into tears...