Lucky to Have You Till the End

He puts one hand in his trouser pocket, and the other hand with only a watch is resting on the carved railing. His figure is long and tall, like a chili-lane jade tree, revealing coldness and nobility. The light where he is standing is a bit dim, making it difficult to see clearly. His look at the moment, but she could feel his thin lips pressed into a straight line under his tall nose.

The moment she cast her gaze at him, he looked at her.

The eyes of the two met in mid-air.

She was shocked and complicated.

He is somber and gloomy.

Obviously, the line has been drawn, and there shouldn't be any ripples, but seeing him suddenly appear here, her helpless and desolate wandering heart seems to have found belonging and a safe haven.

The astringent, warm liquid slid out from the corner of the eye.

She quickly wiped it dry, retracted her gaze, and looked at Jian Cheng and the few people he had brought.

Seeing the policeman who almost broke her in the detention room, her pupils shrank.

The phone vibrates.

Mo Chiwei sent a message to her: I have found my mother.

Seeing the text message, Tang Xinyan raised his eyes and looked at the man standing in the shadow again.

He nodded at her.

Her nose was sore instantly.

No time to ask him how he knew something was wrong with her, how did he know that her mother was taken away by Tang Yurou? Where did you find your mother again!

All she has to do now is to pay her innocence.

With the reassurance given by Mo Chiwei, the heart that she had been holding in her throat fell back to where she was.

She looked at the reporters who were still waiting for her answer with cold eyes, and said in a straightforward tone, "Fu Sichen and I have been childhood sweethearts since we were young. He chased me first. I once thought that we would grow old with him, but he With my sister on your back..."

"Tang Xinyan, what are you talking nonsense?" Tang Yuruan and He Meijuan stood up at the same time, frowning at Tang Xinyan, with a warning in his eyes.

Tang Xinyan pursed her lips and sneered, "What are you nervous about?" Not wanting to talk too much nonsense, she took out the phone and turned on the recording, "Listen, everyone, this is a passage that Tang Yurou threatened me yesterday!"

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"Tomorrow at two o'clock in the afternoon, I will hold a press conference at Huanhai Hotel. You come over to admit that you have been the third party between Si Chen and me, that you made the recording a fake, and that you pushed He Meijuan and played. Fu Sijing, otherwise, wait for your mother to collect the body!"

"Tang Yurou, that's your mother too..."

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"No, Tang Xinyan, you made another fake recording to fool everyone. You directed and acted all of this!"

Tang Yurou paled and excused emotionally.

Jian Cheng brought a middle-aged man in a black suit to the stage. He said in a deep voice, "This is a well-known forensic expert in China, Mr. Wang Hua. I don’t need to say that everyone can find the reputation in the industry. He can Identify the authenticity of the recording in Miss Tang's hand, and at the same time, identify whether the video that Miss Tang pushed Ms. He Meijuan downstairs has undergone post-processing!"

He Meijuan heard Jian Cheng’s words, and the image of the lady could no longer be maintained. Her breathing became rapid. She resisted the anger and guilty emotions, strode to Jian Cheng and said with an unkind expression, "Where are you from? My cat and dog, when is it your turn to intervene between me and Tang Xinyan? Could it be that you are also one of her wild men outside?!"

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