Chapter 778: Why are you still feeling distressed (2)

Qin Zhaoyang nodded gently, took the information, and carefully read it again.
Julie sent a thin two-page document.
"This is the information of the driver, the history of drug abuse, no job, and there is no intersection with Mu Tianye and Ning Xiaofei."
"Where did his car come from?"
How can such a person have money to buy a car? !
Julie glanced at the information in her hand. "The car rental company rented it. At this time, the car rental record, he paid half a month's rent, the ninth day after renting the car."
Qin Zhaoyang frowned, slowly leaning his back on the chair, accidentally hitting the wound in the back of the liver, his body was slightly stiff, and he reached out and supported the armrest of the chair to flatten the body.
"Are you okay?!"
Paying attention to his expression, Julie is concerned about the inquiry.
Qin Zhaoyang shook his head.
This matter clearly has doubts. With Mu Tianye’s mind, it is impossible to see it. How can it not be pursued?
Julie raised her wrist and looked at the time. "It's not early, I will send you back to rest? The doctor said, you need to rest well."
Qin Zhaoyang nodded and raised his arms and put the documents on the table into the drawer.
The two got off the bus together, the driver had already drove the car outside the door, etc., carefully bent into the car, Qin Zhaoyang looked at the night scene outside the window, the mood is not easy.
Soon, the car drove to the old castle building in the suburbs and stopped under the steps.
When the man got out of the car and stepped onto the steps, he immediately greeted the butler, took his coat, and asked if he would drink tea.
"No need." Qin Zhaoyang looked up at the direction of the second floor. "Where is the lady?"
"Patio." The butler answered.
The man stepped onto the steps and took two steps and stopped. "Help me cook the coffee and bring it upstairs."
After that, he continued to step up and went to the second floor, reaching out to hold the handrail.
When I am older, the wounds are healed slowly. For so many days, the wounds still have some tearing pain.
Finally, climb the terrace.
Far from seeing his wife, Chu Xinning, a figure facing the entrance, leaning against the ridge wall on one side of the terrace, is on the phone.
"Mother and mother are fine... that's good...how can this happen? The murderer hasn't caught it yet..."
I have been paying attention to my son. Ning Xiaofei has done such a big thing. Of course, Chu Xinning is unlikely to know that she is calling back to ask about her daughter-in-law.
Far away from her look, Qin Zhaoyang frowned, but still stopped.
After waiting for a while, watching her hang down the phone, he continued to move forward, and he came over and reached out and put the chair on the side of the table to the right position and seated in the chair.
After hearing the movement behind him, Chu Xinning returned to God and saw him. He was busy hanging down the palm of his mobile phone, ready to leave, took a few steps, and had to stop.
The place where she stayed was a corner of the terrace, with a flower tree on one side and a coffee table on the other. It was originally a small and elegant place that could hide the eyes and ears.
However, Qin Zhaoyang pulled out the chair and sat on the front of the table, just blocking the exit. If she wanted to leave, she must ask him to give way.
Since that day, the two people have not spoken, and pride is like her, and where will they speak first.
So, turned and returned, re-directed to the wall, pretending to see the scenery.
Qin Zhaoyang sat in a chair and raised his eyebrows. He was silent.
After a while, the maid stepped forward and placed the tray on the table—a pot of coffee, two cups, and a square plate, a small can of milk.