Supernatural Rebirth Genius Girl Diviner

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what happened?

It was clear that the danger was changed before, but now it is only a sign of great viciousness?

She counted again urgently, and it turned out to be the same.

As a master, she also knows that the fortune and fortune of humans will not be static, and will change with the change of the time and the situation.

The origin of this fierceness should be caused by Song Xuan's stubborn refusal to go back.

Or maybe there is a stronger pusher pushing him towards the fierce.

She turned to look at Zhuge'er, her eyes were so cold that she wanted to kill.

Zhuge narrowed his neck and sneered, "I said, Zimei, I didn't offend you!"

"Call your uncle right away! Ask him clearly why he put Mr. Song to death!" Yang Zimei ordered, without any expression on his face, as if Zhu Gezhen would choke him at any time without calling.

Zhu Gezhen shrugged, took out his cell phone, and called his uncle again.

Fortunately, this time it worked.

"Uncle, I want to ask you something--"

The uncle was gloomy. Zhu Gezhen was not very close to him. He talked to him and the pressure was not small.

"What's the matter." Zhugemu's tone came with the usual coldness, even if it was to Zhuge's, it was not half-gentle.

"I'm in City A, and an acquaintance was arrested in the police station and was charged with an unnecessary charge ..."

Zhu Gezhen stopped and said nothing.

"Since he is not guilty, you can find Chen Wei and let him find out." Zhu Gemu said a little impatiently.

"But my friend is Song Xuan, Chen Wei said, you directed him to arrest."

"..."

There was a silence over the phone.

"uncle--"

Zhuge Zheng cried, "Can you let him go?"

"No!"

Zhugemu's tone resolutely refused, "Xiaoyou, do not worry about yourself! That person, the relationship is a bit big."

"Song Xuan is just a small antique merchant. How much does it matter?" Zhu Gezhen asked puzzled.

"Anyway, don't step in. I'm busy and won't talk to you."

After Zhugemu said, he hung up.

Zhuge Zheng looked at the phone silently.

Yang Zimei's ear strength is very good, naturally he clearly understood the contents of his phone.

That relationship is a bit big. What's behind it?

"Zimei--"

Zhu Gezhen looked at her helplessly, "Maybe my uncle can't help himself, he doesn't look like this casual person."

Song Xuan understood from the side. Although he was posing as a smiling face, the tone was dark. "Little eyebrow, if I have something, help me take care of Qingmei and my children."

Listening to his confession, Yang Zimei's heart was sore, "Mr. Song, you'll be fine, and you can't give up the fight. Sister Qingmei and her children are waiting for you."

Song Xuan took a deep look at her, then bowed her head, a desperate death appeared in the bottom of her eyes ...

He really didn't understand what went wrong, so that everyone in Beijing would put him to death.

In my mind, I thought of those people who were very familiar and respectful in Brunei Street. All of them suddenly changed their faces and accused him of being a conscientious unscrupulous dealer who sold counterfeit goods. Dripping blood.

As a self-righteous intellectual and businessman, for his reputation, it is as if a bird cherishes its feathers.

Looking at the reputation that has been painstakingly operated for so many years, and the store suddenly collapsed in front of power, this feeling is more uncomfortable than death.

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