Chapter 829 A Malicious Joke

She blinked and looked at Huo Yan.

Her eyes were covered by Huo Yan's rough palm.

She frowned.

The man's low voice sounded in her ears, "You should go to bed."

"But..."

"I'm not Ao Qijun." The man's eyebrows were heavy, but his voice was soft.

He knew what happened that day, he knew it all.

He even had the complete version of this recording.

Instead of Ao Qijun's ridiculous cut-out content.

Even if he didn't have it, he would never believe that Gu Weimian said such words from the heart.

What kind of love does she have for Ao Qijun?

Ao Qijun himself doesn't know, but he has been jealous to the point of madness.

The person who is most reluctant to hurt her is him, but if she doesn't let her know some cruel facts, she will only love the wrong person forever.

Gu Weimian can't see Huo Yan's expression, but because of Huo Yan's words, she feels extremely relieved. She reaches out and puts her arm around Huo Yan's waist.

Huo Yan's body stiffened, a trace of incredible joy flashed in his eyes, and he quickly relaxed his muscles so as not to make Gu Weimian feel uncomfortable.

One of his hands kept stroking Gu Weimian's neck, sighing with satisfaction.

...

After the night, Gu Weimian's already weak spirit became more tired, and she fell asleep in Huo Yan's arms.

When she was woken up by the phone again, she had been put on the bed.

Gu Weimian glanced at the clock on the wall in confusion. It was already eleven o'clock in the evening. The villa was very quiet and Huo Yan didn't seem to be there.

She picked up the phone. It was Jiang Jingchen calling.

Gu Weimian realized that she had forgotten to say hello to Jiang Jingchen, "Sorry, I'm fine now."

"The warehouse is on fire."

Gu Weimian was stunned for a moment, and her heart was cold: "What did you say?"

Jiang Jingchen wiped his face. Someone asked Mu Tan and others to negotiate in the warehouse where the production line was placed, but the warehouse was on fire.

Gu Weimian seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar.

She quickly put on her shoes and rushed out of the villa. The whole villa was empty. She finally found a car key from the small bowl on the cabinet and went to the underground garage.

The black Aston Martin drove out.

Gu Weimian watched the road conditions and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

Accelerate, accelerate, and accelerate again.

A black stream of light flashed on the road.

…

When Gu Weimian got out of the car, the flames were still burning.

She ran quickly in the direction of Jiang Jingchen and others.

The sky-high flames reflected everyone's face red, and the high-pressure water gun kept suppressing the flames, a chaotic scene.

"Is anyone injured?" This is what she feared most.

Jiang Jingchen shook his head, "No one was injured."

Although he said this, his face looked a little ugly, "It's my brother. I haven't seen him since just now."

Gu Weimian just breathed a sigh of relief and heard the whole heart lift up again, "Jiang Yunting?"

Jiang Jingchen nodded.

Gu Weimian frowned as if the whole world was collapsing in front of her. Jiang Yunting... How could it be? ...

She recalled her last life in her heart. In her last life, Jiang Yunting was injured in a fire at a TV station during filming.

And she was framed as the culprit of arson.

But this is not a TV station, how could Jiang Yunting be involved in this warehouse fire?

Calculating the time, it was exactly this time.

Gu Weimian just felt cold all over.

The two things overlapped inexplicably, like a malicious joke from God.