Police station.
Mu Sen, who had just finished a case, sat down tiredly in a chair, took out his cell phone, and subconsciously searched for information about Yu Yan.
There were all kinds of photos and posts yesterday, but they disappeared completely today.
It was so clean, as if this kind of thing had never happened before.
It's easy to figure out that it was that man who used his connections to suppress all this messy news.
Just like the last time the topic of Yu Yan’s cheating was exposed, it was removed before it had time to heat up.
If it weren't for the slight impression in their minds, I'm afraid everyone would think it was just an illusion.
illusion?
Oh, if only it was really an illusion, then all that hurt wouldn’t have really happened.
A female colleague came in and saw Mu Sen sitting on a chair with his cell phone in his hand, staring blankly, as if he was daydreaming.
This female colleague had just graduated from college and was working in the police station. She couldn't follow up on major cases and was just doing odd jobs. People who had just entered society had an irresistible curiosity about gossip, especially about the top society that they couldn't get in touch with. This curiosity, to a certain extent, even surpassed other things.
Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, she excitedly pulled up a chair and moved closer to Mu Sen, gossiping quietly, "Hey, Officer Mu, what do you think is going on between Mr. Si and his wife?"
The man, who was lost in thought, was startled by a sudden voice. Turning around, he saw his new colleague, who was tilting his head with an extremely gossipy look on his face.
Because he was thinking about something just now, he didn't hear what she said. He just hummed subconsciously and asked, "What did you just say?"
The female colleague curled her lips in displeasure, immediately becoming dissatisfied, and muttered, "What's wrong with you? You're always absent-minded. Are the cases very heavy these days? Why do you always seem to be in a bad state?"
Mu Sen was silent for a while, then said: "No."
His voice was slightly hoarse, still reflecting his tired state.
However, the female colleague who was too curious about gossip would not notice this. Seeing Mu Sen turned around, she continued to ask excitedly: "Hey, Officer Mu, what do you think about Mr. Si and his wife? Rich people, their minds must be so hard to guess."
Mu Sen lowered his eyes and said indifferently: "That's a matter between them. How to develop it is also something they should consider."
The implication is that it has nothing to do with ordinary people like them.
The female colleague noticed Mu Sen's indifference, and her fiery heart cooled. She curled her lips, slid her chair over, and raised her voice with envy, saying, "In my opinion, President Si must be very concerned about his wife. He takes her with him whenever he goes to and from get off work. How much love must this show? God, the love of rich people is so sweet. They just need to be affectionate. Unlike us, alas, all our love is defeated by the daily necessities of life. It's really sad."
Looking at the clean news page on his phone, Mu Sen curled his lips sarcastically.
How much do you love it to carry it with you wherever you go to and from get off work?
He also wanted to know how much love someone had to allow his gossip to appear in entertainment newspapers one after another.
How much love must one have to let her claim the body alone and bear the overwhelming pain alone.
How much does one love his wife so much that he would spend a night with his lover in a love hotel when his wife is framed by someone who is trying to do something bad.
It seems that they really love each other.
Love left her covered in wounds, leaving only a body, breathing numbly and alive.
Hospital.
Si Youli was standing in the corridor. A door away, Yu Yan was receiving a psychological consultation.
This is the fourth time I have had this treatment this month. One course of treatment is per week, and this is the fourth course of treatment in total.
Time flies so fast. Before I knew it, a month had passed. It has been a month since she fell ill, but why is she still the same?
He was enveloped by indescribable irritation and reached for a cigarette reflexively. However, just as he stretched out his hand, he remembered that for her better recovery, he had not smoked for a month. He changed his clothes every day, so how could he have cigarettes?
He stretched out his hand and pressed it on his brow bone, rubbing it occasionally, trying to relieve his irritability.
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