Chapter 519

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what happened?

It was clear that the danger was saved before, but now it is only a big omen?

She counted again urgently, and the result was the same.

As a physicist, she also knows that people's fortune and numerology will not be static, and will change with the changes of the time, place and people.

And the origin of this great murder should be caused by Song Xuan's stubbornness and unwillingness to go back.

Or maybe there is a more powerful pusher pushing him towards the big murderer.

She turned and looked back at Zhuge Yue, her eyes so cold that she wanted to kill.

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

"Call your uncle immediately! Ask him why he killed Mr. Song!" Yang Zimei ordered, with no expression on his face, as if Zhuge Yue would strangle him at any time if he didn't call.

Zhuge Yue shrugged, took out his mobile phone, and called his uncle again.

Fortunately, it worked this time.

"Uncle, I want to ask you something—"

Uncle is a gloomy person, Zhuge Yue has never been very close to him, and talking to him is not a small pressure.

"What's the matter?" Zhuge Mu's tone had the usual coldness, even to Zhuge Yue, there was no gentleness at all.

"I'm in City A now, and an acquaintance was arrested at the police station and charged with trumped-up charges..."

Zhuge Yue stopped and said nothing.

"Since you're not guilty, you can find Chen Wei and let him find out." Zhuge Mu said impatiently.

"However, that friend of mine is Song Xuan, and Chen Wei said that you ordered him to arrest him."

"..."

There was a moment of silence on the phone.

"uncle--"

Zhuge Yue called out, "Can you let him go?"

"cannot!"

Zhugemu refused firmly, "Xiao Yue, you are nosy! That person has a bit of a relationship."

"Song Xuan is just a small antique businessman, how much does it matter?" Zhuge Yue asked in confusion.

"Anyway, don't interfere in this matter. I'm busy, so I won't talk to you."

After Zhuge Mu finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Zhuge Yue looked at the phone wordlessly.

Yang Zimei's ears are very good, and naturally he can hear the content of his phone clearly.

That relationship is a bit big, what is the relationship behind it?

"Zimei—"

Zhuge Yue looked at her helplessly and said, "It may be that my uncle can't help himself. He doesn't look like this kind of casual person."

Song Xuan could see clearly from the side. Although he pretended to be smiling, his tone was sad, "Xiaomei, if I have anything to do, help me take care of Qingmei and the child."

Hearing him explain the funeral, Yang Zimei's heart was sour, "Mr. Song, you will be fine, you can't give up the fight, sister Qingmei and the child are still waiting for you."

Song Xuan took a deep look at her, then lowered his head, and there was a look of despair in his eyes...

He really didn't understand where he went wrong, so that people in the capital would kill him.

In my mind, I thought of those people in Brunei Street who were usually familiar and respected. Suddenly, all of them changed their faces, accusing him of being an unscrupulous profiteer who sold fake products. dripping blood.

As a clean intellectual and businessman, his reputation is like a bird cherishing his own feathers.

Seeing his reputation and shop, which he has worked so hard to manage for so many years, suddenly collapsed in front of power, this feeling is more uncomfortable than death.

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