Mr. Lu, the World’s Sweetest Man

Mo Yanbai followed Li Qingchen back to the room.

Li Qingchen packed his belongings and ignored him.

He still spoke: "I heard you saw Xue Liangyan?"

"Are you really sending someone to follow me?" Li Qingchen asked rhetorically, dropping the things in his hands.

"I'm just investigating Xue Liangyan's whereabouts. By coincidence, I just found you with him today. Give me his phone number." Mo Yanbai stretched out his hand towards Li Qingchen.

He has been looking for the whereabouts of Xue Liangyan in order to verify the truth of his father's death.

But Xue Liangyan seemed to have evaporated, without a trace.

Xue Liangyan has been to the entire huge country of s, but there is no trace of him.

People don't even have a real name, everyone just calls him Liangshu.

Mo Yanbai has been arranging for someone to find him, but he has not been there until recently.

His whereabouts were unknown, Mo Yanbai didn't believe that he had nothing to do with his father's death.

Li Qingchen remembered the conversation between Mo Yanbai and Mo Chenyi, and reached out to cover his bag: "Mo Yanbai, Liangshu can't be the murderer who killed your father. I can't give you his contact information. "

"Give it to me." Mo Yanbai still placed his hand in front of her, without any intention of taking it back.

"No!" Li Qingchen had decided that it was impossible to give him.

"Li Qingchen, this Xue Liangyan may be the real murderer who killed my father. You must let me find him!"

Li Qingchen put the bag behind him: "Aren't you sending someone to follow us? Don't your people even find him? Why ask me for contact information?"

"You asked very well, my people did follow him. But they were quickly lost. If it wasn't because of a guilty conscience, why didn't he show up, and why did he avoid us?"

Li Qingchen's instinct tells himself that Uncle Liang cannot be such a person.

She shook her head: "In short, he is just looking for his daughter, it is impossible to kill your father!"

"Okay, don't you?" Mo Yanbai stepped forward and grabbed her wrist.

Li Qingchen couldn't struggle with him, so he was taken over by him.

She herself slammed into his arms, and the familiar but unfamiliar feeling made her feel dangerous and terrible.

Li Qingchen desperately tried to get the bag back, but Mo Yanbai just grabbed her hands with one hand, and with the other hand, he poured out all the things in the bag and fell to the ground.

"Mo Yanbai!" Li Qingchen really felt that his thinking had become more and more biased.

"You forced me to do this." Mo Yanbai reached out and picked up her notebook, flipping through it to find it.

When I turned to a page, I found that this page was missing and was torn off artificially.

Obviously, Li Qingchen didn't want him to know Liangshu's contact information, so he tore it away.

"What about this page?" Mo Yanbai threw away the notebook and asked sharply.

Li Qingchen shook his head: "I told you, it's gone!"

"Li Qingchen, give me something!" Mo Yanbai reached out to look for her with anger in his eyes.

"I have already thrown away the contact information he wrote down! Uncle Liang would never be such a person. How could he kill your father?"

Mo Yanbai searched on her body, only to start with her smooth skin.

His palm stayed on her longer and longer.

"You let me go! I don't have his contact information, and he won't do the things you said!"