Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

Cheng Yuanzheng looked wrong and looked at Su Haitang, hesitant to speak.

"What's wrong?" Su Haitang asked seriously, secretly guessing whether Su Haiyan was causing trouble again.

The two of them have completely broken up. Su Haiyan doesn't think that she will still be held hostage by her "sister", right?

Su Haitang looked sarcastic.

When I want to pamper you, what do you say? When I don't like you, what do you say you are?

She doesn’t have the life of a princess, but she develops a princess disease. It’s time to take medicine!

"I just went to the cave and found something."

Cheng Yuanzheng was not from his mother-in-law, and he always regarded Su Haitang as one of his own. After hesitating, he quickly took out a thick stack of photos from his pocket and handed them over face down.

Su Haitang looked at him with raised eyebrows, reached out to take the photo, turned it over and looked at the first one, and her eyebrows were raised high!

It turned out to be an indecent photo of Su Haiyan!

Has she been raped? There are so many tricks, it’s simply unsightly!

"Eh? Isn't this Ji Fengyun's mother?"

Su Haitang endured the discomfort, quickly flipped through a dozen photos, and suddenly exclaimed.

Cheng Yuanzheng frowned, obviously surprised. He couldn't learn such an obvious clue right away, so his face became ashen as water.

Su Haitang flipped through the photos faster and faster, and soon finished all the photos in the pile. She returned the photos to him with a dull face and briefly checked with the face-blind patient.

"It's Su Haiyan and Mrs. Ji."

There was some discomfort on her face.

"But what concerns me is something else."

She tried her best not to have any emotional color in the words she spoke, wishing she could immediately transform into a robot's intelligent voice.

"These photos are indeed very explicit. If you take them out casually, they can ruin the reputation of the person involved. They can be used as a handle to threaten them to get whatever they want."

"It's just that I always feel that something is wrong. It's not as simple as it seems."

Su Haitang rolled the words around on his tongue, but it was still difficult to speak. This topic is really not suitable to discuss with others, especially Cheng Yuanzheng is still a grown man.

Will he have any misunderstandings about her?

"Tell me."

Cheng Yuanzheng's expression was serious, showing no signs of contempt or any other emotion.

Su Haitang secretly laughed at herself, she was still too unprofessional!

We are discussing the mission now, not the time to be shy!

Su Haitang quickly adjusted her mentality, and also expressed her thoughts frankly in a business-like tone.

"There are two doubts. First, in the photos of Su Haiyan, she was almost in a coma and out of control, and it looked more like she had been drugged."

"And judging from her photos, it gives me the feeling that the focus is not on forced sex between men and women, but more like an evil, um, sacrifice? I can't tell."

"I told you about the bloody evil pattern found here, right? And those messy talisman papers. Su Haiyan's photos intuitively remind me of those."

Su Haitang paused briefly to give Cheng Yuanzheng time to digest.

Cheng Yuanzheng nodded and motioned for her to continue.

Su Haitang felt that he could keep up with her thoughts, and she felt a warm and joyful feeling of meeting a close friend, which made her express herself more smoothly.

"The second part is Mrs. Ji. She is very different. Although her face always looks pitiful, she has a big flaw."

"She always looks directly at the camera, showing her whole face, as if she is afraid that people will not recognize her. This is interesting."

The corner of Su Haitang's mouth curled up in a meaningful arc, and she exchanged a tacit look with Cheng Yuanzheng.

She had made some excuses and threats just now. Cheng Yuanzheng is not stupid, so why can't he hear what she is saying?

"Listen first to what Su Haiyan has to say."

Cheng Yuanzheng looked at the sky and urged in a low voice.