Chapter 1322 Motivation (2)

Cyril growled with an ugly expression, "No one bribed me! Wei Sheng came back! It's to help!"

As soon as the words fell, Cui Xian, who was standing by the tea table, had already bullied himself and approached, reaching out and grabbing Cyril's collar, "Cyril, tell me, you are not lying."

"I'm not lying, Cui." Cyril opened his lips coldly, as if he was trying his best to suppress his anger at being treated like this.

Cui Xian's big hand holding onto his collar slowly tightened, and Cyril could even hear the sound of bones creaking, and the next moment, that hand suddenly loosened, and Cui Xian's cold and resolute face seemed to relax in an instant, his expression He seemed a little dazed again, "No, it's impossible... seven years..."

"It's been almost eight years." Cyril stared at him coldly, and suddenly made a joke.

Cui Xian raised his eyes, "You already knew?" He suddenly heard the conversation in front of Wei Sheng's tomb. Cyril once asked him, "What are you going to do if she doesn't die?" '.

If Wei Sheng is really alive, then recalling Cyril's questioning at this time really makes him terrified. So many years ago, he knew clearly that she was still alive, but he did not choose to tell himself the news .

And Wei Sheng, why didn't he show up.

It was still true as Yue Linger said, that Cyril, who showed up at this sensitive moment, was instigated by others to deceive him into carrying out some ulterior secret.

Cui Xian suddenly felt that his thoughts were disordered.

Yue Ling'er looked at his increasingly complicated and tangled complexion, her eyes were also full of complexity, "If Wei Sheng is still alive, why didn't he appear here?"

Cyril had had enough of all the suspicions this woman had made against him.

He turned his eyes to Cui Xian, "I said, she went to see a friend, and her purpose was to help!"

Yue Linger took a deep breath, "What friend?"

"Friends who can help, if you're lucky, with the help of this person, you might be able to save your mother, I mean...if Wei is lucky." Cyril said, pursing his lips.

Cui Xian stared at Cyril suspiciously, "I know every one of her friends."

Although he didn't say it directly, Cui Xian's meaning was very clear. He knew every friend Wei Sheng knew, and knew who could help in this matter. In fact, Cui Xian couldn't think of anyone. .

Either Cyril made it clear to the other party, or there was something wrong with this matter, at least it was difficult to gain his trust.

However, Cyril frowned tightly and did not answer in time.

At this moment, in the silent room, a piercing bell suddenly rang. Cyril was taken aback for a moment, then hurriedly took out his mobile phone in his arms, and when he saw the calling number, he said to Cui Xian excitedly, "It's Wei Sheng!"

Cui Xian paused.

Yue Linger's eyes tightened.

Li Zhengwen frowned.

Cyril connected the phone and pressed the loudspeaker, only to hear a slightly hoarse and tired voice coming from the phone, "Cyril, it seems that you have made your own decision again, this It's time to leave your room, you must have found Cui Xian and put your phone on the loudspeaker, right?"

Cyril opened his mouth in embarrassment, quickly looked up at Cui Xian, then turned sideways and asked in a low voice, "Hey Wei, how are things going?"

"It's pretty smooth, answer the question I just asked."

On the side, Cui Xian stared at Cyril in disbelief, the blood on his face faded.