Chapter 422 (1/2)

Lin Jiangxia sat down on the sofa dejectedly.

Turn out your mobile phone and dial Zhan beiheng's number.

But his phone was still unanswered.

Maybe at a meeting.

He got up again and pushed open the window of the room.

But from this angle, you can't directly see the bodyguard guarding the door of the villa.

Shout for help. Maybe the bodyguard can hear it.

But even if they break in, Zhou Meilan is bound to do her best to stop it. If the bodyguard impulsively hurts her, she will call the police. That virtually adds a lot of trouble to brother Zhan.

She clenched her lower lip and could only wait to contact brother Zhan.

In fact, as long as we know Lin Leyu's whereabouts, Zhou Meilan's grief and anger will naturally be eliminated.

This farce will probably end in the most peaceful way.

After sighing, Lin Jiangxia sat down at the desk in Lin Leyu's room. The notebook was still there.

She gently opened it and the laptop screen that had been powered on immediately lit up.

Lin Leyu seems to have never shut down or quit the chat software. In the lower right corner of the screen, the chat software is still suspended.

The avatar flickered.

Lin Jiangxia subconsciously opened it.

The head of the other party is still a little monk named Ninghai in Fulu temple.

The dialogue is to ask where Lin Leyu has gone. The time of the dialogue was three days ago, the day after master Lin died, when Lin Leyu was forcibly taken to Shanghai Island by Zhan beiheng.

Lin Jiangxia pursed her lips and put her hands on the keyboard. After hesitating for a moment, she quickly typed a few words.

”I went to the island to attend Lin Jiangxia's wedding.”

She couldn't tell why she wanted to reply.

Or maybe just being locked up in this room, a little boring.

Five minutes later, the other party still didn't reply. But the network status is online.

It was more than ten o'clock in the morning. Lin Jiangxia thought that perhaps the monk named Ninghai was entertaining pilgrims who came into the temple to burn incense. It was understandable that the news reply was not timely.

Lin Jiangxia almost gave up. When she reached out to close the laptop screen, the other party's head flashed.

She frowned slightly and clicked on the dialog.

The words that came out of it made her heart burst.

”Who are you!!”

The other party used two consecutive exclamation marks, as if venting his inner shock.

It's as if Ning Hai can know through the Internet that the person talking to him at the moment is not Lin Leyu.

”I'm Lin Leyu.” After a few seconds of hesitation, he still entered this sentence into the dialog box, but after a few minutes of hesitation, he hit the Enter key.

It took another three or four minutes for the message to reply again.

This time, it was a picture.

When Lin Jiangxia saw the picture, his hair stood up.

The woman in the picture is clearly Lin Leyu!