Wild Games: The Devil Let My Mommy Go

Yin Yanyan pursed her lips and glanced at Zi Heng in front of her: "Let's talk about it when we get back. (⊙﹏⊙⊙﹏⊙)"

She didn't want to delay it any longer. If it continued to be so unclear, she wouldn't feel comfortable, and he would definitely not feel comfortable either.

It's better to lay it all out and say that no matter what, she is going to win this time!

Ye Yan's dark eyes narrowed slightly, what did she want to talk to him about?

Forget it, no matter what she wants to talk to him about, he has to listen carefully.[

After all, she is willing to communicate with him, which is also an improvement...

The car drove into the manor. When he got out of the car, Ye Yanmo subconsciously wanted to hold Yin Yanyan's hand, but Yin Yanyan calmly took two steps forward and lifted his hand.

Ye Yanmo's palms paused in mid-air, and his eyes slightly curved: "Yan Yan, don't you have something to talk to me about?"

Yin Yanyan paused slightly and did not look back: "I will go to the study to find you later."

He quickly walked into his bedroom and closed the door.

What the hell is she up to?

A deep thought flashed through Ye Yanmo's eyes, and he turned around and went to the study...

Yin Yanyan entered the room and turned on the computer first, took a breath, suppressed her heartbeat, logged into QQ, waited for a moment, and was stunned for a moment.

She thought that Mr. Ling would send a high-definition video, and she was ready to watch that video, but she didn't expect that it didn't happen at all!

After posting that dark video with only sound, he never posted anything again. Even his profile picture was dark.

what happened?

Has he forgotten?

She couldn't tell whether it was disappointment or something else, but she felt a faint sense of relief.

In fact, she wasn't sure if she had the confidence to watch that so-called clear video...

She sat in front of the computer in a daze, looking at the screen in a daze.

Without that clear video, her chances of winning would be greatly reduced. Will it be used legally?

Ye Yanmo's eyebrows flashed before her eyes, and her heart trembled. Even with that video, could she really have the heart to hand it over to the court?

Will it be regarded as pornographic photos and posted online?

Will it damage his reputation?[

At this moment, many thoughts flashed through her mind, and she shook her head.

Forget it, she'd better have a good talk with him. Maybe he'll be convinced after seeing the evidence...

It was a good time to get together and break up. She hoped that she and him would not go to the stage of fighting in court. It would be better if they could resolve it peacefully.

She was tired and didn't want to fight a protracted battle with him in court anymore...

She copied the black video and found the documents she had prepared in the secret compartment of the drawer under the bed. After calming down, she strode towards the study.

The door to the study room was half-closed, with a faint light coming from inside.

Thinking of the person inside the door, Yin Yanyan suddenly became short of breath and paused. How much chance did she have of winning in a showdown with him like this?

After all, the most important evidence, Mr. Ling, was not delivered...

She calmed herself down, took a step back and stood still, calmed down her slightly disordered breathing, then stretched out her finger and knocked lightly on the door.

"Come in." His elegant and cold voice came from the door.

Stretching out her head is a knife, and retracting her head is also a knife. The arrow is already on the string. She can only grit her teeth and move forward. She fights for the fruit!

She opened the door and walked in.

The indoor layout is still the same as before. Ye Yanmo is sitting behind the desk, leaning lazily on the back of the chair, tapping his fingers on the table, a pair of obsidian eyes focused on her, like mist and clouds, making people guess.

The emotion inside is not revealed: "Yan Yan, what do you want to talk to me about?"

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Sure enough, people can't be iron-clad. I thought I could write it down, but I still can't. Well, Rourou will do it tomorrow...