Chapter 167

"Huo Jue?" Wen Xian smiled gently, "Why are you here?"

He calmly stepped forward, "There's something urgent on the European side, I have to go back and deal with it as soon as possible, so I didn't tell you, you won't be angry because of this." On

the way to chase Wen Xian, Huo Jue found that the clown was actually himself!

Wen Xian and Chen Shu know each other!

They are childhood sweethearts!!

The chaotic relationship made Huo Jue feel that TMD had lived in vain in his life, and the fiery eyes trained in the mall couldn't shine a light on Wen Xian, a monster.

He thought that Wen Xian liked himself.

Who knew that Wen Xian liked Chen Shu!

If he hadn't known that Chen Shu had selective amnesia, he would have wondered if Chen Shu and Wen Xian had teamed up to deceive him.

"Where's Chen Shu?" Huo Jue surrounded Wen Xian with dozens of bodyguards, "Wen Xian, I don't want to do anything to you."

A trace of consternation flashed in Wen Xian's eyes, "I don't know where Chen Shu is."

Huo Jue's cold and handsome face was dark and heavy, and his cold scene exuded that no one should enter, and his eagle-like sharp eyes fell on Wen Xian, "I know that you and Chen Shu are lovers, and I also checked the flight, and there are your and Chen Shu's names." Hearing

this, the smile on Wen Xian's face gradually disappeared, "You're here to count with me?" The

affectionate title made Huo Jue's heart feel angry.

He always thought that Wen Xian's affectionate name Chen Shu was to remind him that Chen Shu, whom he loved, was actually Wen Xian's stand-in.

MD！

Huo Jue thought about the three of them in the café.

He always thought that Wen Xian was paranoid and wanted to let him stay by his side and regarded him as Bai Yueguang, so he repeated over and over again that Chen Shu was a stand-in and hurt Count.

The truth of the matter is so fucked up!

"It's not a robbery, I'm the fiancé of counting."

Huo Jue's deep eyes lost the usual tenderness for Wen Xian, he was as sharp as a sharp knife out of the sheath, with a piercing cold, with the tyranny of a dictator, he gestured to the bodyguard to snatch the thing lying on the cart, like a human shape.

"Open."

Huo Jue said expressionlessly.

The bodyguards unwrapped the cloth over the cart.

There is no Chen number under the cloth.

Rather, it's a humanoid mold.

Underneath the mold is open, containing several oil paintings and some painting tools, as well as paints.

"Count?"

A hint of uneasiness flashed in Huo Jue's eyes.

"It doesn't matter if you know my relationship with counting." Wen Xian slowly walked in front of the mold, "Count is not your fiancée, and he doesn't love you, his heart was already mine a long time ago, if it wasn't for your unexpected appearance, he would have gone away with me!"

Wen Xian's voice became sharp.

"You're dreaming of flying away." Huo Jue only felt that he was naïve and ridiculous, "Let's not talk about what you can bring to counting, even if you have a past, it is also in the past tense, I ask one last time, where is Chen Shu?"

After returning from the café, Huo Jue thought a lot.

He sat in the cold villa, lying on Chen Shu's bed.

Before that, he looked at this bed dirty.

Now I can only smell the smell of Chen Shu here, the smell of his peace of mind.

He fell into Chen Shu's tenderness.

Caught in the way of his elites.

It turned out that he was such a good person.

"At this time, the counting should have taken off." Wen Xian smiled: "If Mr. Huo likes this mold, I'll give it to you, now get out of the way, I'm going to board the plane." The

information that Huo Jue got disappeared at the airport.

He hurriedly caught up.

"Someone, get him arrested!" Huo Jue said coldly: "Until you find Chen Shu!" "

Come on." Wen Xian gently unbuttoned his coat, revealing the bomb strapped to his body, "The bomb on my body is enough to kill you all, come on." "

Hmph, this time, no one can stop him from taking Chen Shu away!

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two more is over, if there is no accident tomorrow, it is the fourth watch, Death Monday, please give some free gifts to the babies, I am really grateful, and finally screamed: I didn't give up counting! He's still my sweetheart and I love him.