Chapter 30： Qingqings best friend (1/2)

At the door of the private kitchen, Fu Heng stood by the car holding Qingqing and motioned to Gu Lan to help open the car door.

"Wait!" An urgent voice suddenly came from behind.

Gu Lan paused when he was about to open the door, and then turned around with Fu Heng to look at the woman who hurriedly chased out of the restaurant.

She was wearing a royal blue cheongsam with long swings and high slits, stepping on eight-centimeter stilettos, running fast.

After finally catching up with Fu Heng and the others, her carefully managed hair had become a little messy, and a few curly hairs that were not obedient fell to her side, but they did not damage her beauty, but added a bit of charm to her.

"Han Weilan?" Gu Lan was a little surprised.

What is this big restaurant boss doing suddenly chasing him out?

He remembered that they had already settled the bill, but they didn't eat the Bawang meal.

"..." Han Weilan ignored him, she just ran too fast, couldn't help holding her knees with her hands, bowed her waist and gasped for a few breaths, then suddenly raised her head and stared at Fu Heng with her delicate eye makeup. .

"Fu, where did you hide Qingqing... where did you hide Qingqing?"

"She went on a trip..."

Fu Heng replied the same, but only halfway through the conversation, he was interrupted violently by Han Weilan.

"Oh! This kind of nonsense will deceive the outsiders who don't know the truth. The old lady and Qingqing are the best friends who grew up wearing a pair of crotch pants. I know what kind of person she is better than you!"

Han Weilan's cheeks were red with anger, and the string of reason in her mind was broken directly. It was so disillusioning that a classical beauty opened her mouth to speak of fragrance.

The little waitress girls behind her were terrified.

"It is absolutely impossible for Qingqing to travel alone without saying a word. Something must have happened to her."

Picking up the mobile phone and calling up the last chat history between herself and Qingqing, Han Weilan lowered her voice and threatened harshly: "Where is the person? If you don't tell me, I will call the police immediately."

On Han Weilan's mobile phone interface, what was displayed was the chat history with Qingqing the night before she became smaller.

The recording time was more than one o'clock in the morning, even if Qingqing had any plans to travel alone, it was impossible to travel at this late.

So at least before June 1st, Qing Qing must still be at home.

Gu Lan's face changed slightly, and suddenly he clasped Han Weilan's wrist and dragged her to the corner.

"Lend me the phone to have a look."

"Who are you from Qingqing?"

Holding the phone tightly, Han Weilan looked at Gu Lan's face suspiciously.

Because of the historical legacy of Qingqing and Gu Lan

The problem caused Han Weilan, a close friend of Qingqing, to never meet Gu Lan.

But she is not blind, just because this man and his friend look so similar, he must be related to Qingqing.

Because of this speculation, Han Weilan was less prepared for Gu Lan.

"I'm her brother, my own brother." Gu Lan said bluntly.

"Brother?" Han Weilan whispered strangely, "Why didn't Qingqing say before that she still has such a big brother?"

Gu Lan: "..."

I can hear it, thank you.

"Your cell phone, can you lend me a look?"

Clicking on the phone in Han Weilan's hand, Gu Lan persistently wanted to read the content.

He just had a glimpse, and he seemed to see some incredible information, and couldn't help but want to see it more clearly.

"Here." Han Weilan was refreshed this time, and directly handed the phone to Gu Lan.

"Thank you." Gu Lan took the phone and looked down.

June 1st, 1:35 in the morning.

[Qing Qing is a rich woman: Are you asleep? I can not sleep. 】

[Qingqing is a rich woman: I always feel something is wrong recently. 】

...

It was one forty-nine in the morning.

[Lanlan wants to get rich: I didn't sleep, I just finished taking a shower. 】

[Lanlan wants to get rich: What's wrong? Are you harassed by that crazy woman again? 】

[Qingqing is a rich woman: No, but there is a very subtle feeling, as if someone has been staring at me. 】

[Lan Lan wants to get rich: It's the crazy woman, she is not just coveting your husband like a dog, but also wants to disgust you all the time, so that she can be on top. 】

...

Two ten in the morning.

[Qingqing is a rich woman: No, I don’t feel like her...]

[Qingqing is a rich woman: Forget it, thinking too much has a headache. 】

[Qing Qing is a rich woman: My husband is back, and he is asleep, good night. 】

[Lanlan wants to get rich: Bah! Reject late-night dog food. My old lady is just a kick. jpg]

The chat content ends here, but just a few words above have revealed a lot of news.

No wonder Han Weilan is so nervous Qingqing.

"Who are you talking about'crazy woman'?"

A cold voice that suppressed anger sounded from the two of them. Gu Lan and Han Weilan were shocked to realize that Fu Heng didn't know what had come close to them, and they also saw the chat content on Han Weilan's phone.

Fu Heng was extremely angry now. He never knew that someone had been harassing his wife for a long time in his name.

Qingqing has gradually become indifferent to him over the years because of this so-called "crazy woman"?

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