Chapter 340 Miss Wen, died in a car accident five years ago!

  Leng Yichi's shocked expression made no secret of it, or in other words, he had no intention of converging.

  Wen Shucheng, died five years ago!

  Wen and cold both know it, but now...

  Five years have passed, and she is still alive.

  Leng Yichi firmly believes that he has not read it wrong, and it is impossible to admit it.

  Wen Shucheng's eyebrows are clearly the same as when she was young.

   is just the marks that the years have carved on her face, which seems even more unruly.

   And she and Yan Shiqi entered the eyes at the same time, the almost identical pair of peach blossom eyes made Leng Yichi's thoughts fall into a predicament.

  Why do Wen Shucheng and Yan Shiqi look so alike?

  Because Wen Shucheng died five years ago, the impression of this person who passed away has gradually blurred in his mind.

  Yes, he has never made any association with the appearance of the two of them!

  One is gentle, dignified and elegant, and the other is free and unrestrained and unrestrained since childhood. Even if they have similar eyebrows, no one will think of the other if they look at one.

  Because their temperament and demeanor are so different, it is difficult to blend like two distinct rivers.

  Leng Yichi was too horrified, and the name he had just blurted out made Yan Shiqi's eyes suddenly.

  The third brother-in-law, really knows Wen Cheng.

  In such an occasion, it is not suitable to delve into the past.

  Yan Shiqi looked at Wen Orange, who looked alienated and indifferent, and for a while, he condensed his mind, took her wrist, and said gently: "Let's go, let's go out and talk again."

  Wen Cheng was very obedient in front of Yan Shiqi, allowing her to take herself away from the police station.

   just—

  When Wen Cheng passed by Lei Ruixiu's side, she lowered her head and deliberately avoided two steps, instantly opening the distance between them.

Seeing this scene, Lei Ruixiu, who was beside   , narrowed his eyes, his thin lips raised a sneer.

  Hidden him now? !

  That night, she was enthusiastic!

  ...

  Leaving the police station, Yan Shiqi asked Wen Cheng's companion to get in the nanny car that Mu Yi drove.

  She, Wen Cheng and Qin Baiyu got into Leng Yichi’s car.

  In the car, Leng Yichi held the steering wheel and turned to look at the back seat. His handsome face was still puzzled: "Shu Orange, you, how could you..."

  Leng Yichi did not finish the words afterwards, because he did not know how to speak.

  But staring at Wen Cheng's cheek, she knew that she was not doing well.

   "Wen Shucheng is dead! Call me, Wen Cheng."

  This is the first sentence Wen Orange said to Leng Yichi.

  Leng Yichi's eyes flashed slightly, and he clearly felt Wen Orange's distance.

   He sighed and withdrew his gaze, and glanced at Qin Baiyu, the co-pilot, "I have an apartment in Rongcuiyuan. It's close. Where can I sit?"

   The man bowed his head, and said in a deep voice: "Alright!"

  ...

  Rongcui Garden, is a high-end apartment building on the side of the third ring road.

  Leng Yichi and his group of four came to his apartment room, which was in black, white and gray style, simple and three-dimensional style, two rooms and one living room, according to him, he used to live here when single people used to live.

  Here, there will be regular cleaning staff, even if there is no one inhabited for a long time, the room is still clean and bright.

  In the living room, in front of the dark gray sofa, Leng Yichi took out the cigarette case as soon as he took a seat and handed it to Qin Baiyu by the way. The two sat opposite Yan Shiqi and Wencheng, and began to vomit clouds.

  His legs crossed and he smoked a few puffs of cigarettes to suppress the turbulent emotions in his heart.

   "Shu Cheng, tell me, what's going on?" He recovered his calm, staring at Wen Cheng and asking questions.

  Yan Shiqi took the opportunity to interject, "San brother-in-law, do you know her?"

  Leng Yichi squinted his eyes and took a puff of smoke, and when the white fog stood out, he said astonishingly: “Miss Wen of the Wen family, Wen Shucheng, died in a car accident on the national highway returning to Beijing five years ago.”

  (End of this chapter)