【Quick Wear】I always go to the wrong plot

At night, the moon was high in the sky, and a figure was standing next to the dark car.

"where did you go?"

Jiang Shuliu walked out of the hotel and saw Gao Quan looking at him warily and asked.

He turned around, smiled slightly and said, "I went in to investigate the situation."

"Didn't I tell you not to act on your own?" Gao Quan felt that he had bad intentions. In fact, he thought the safest thing to do was to kill Jiang Shuliu.

But there was no way. His identity had already been made clear to Fang Mao, and even the blood relationship test showed that the two were father and son. This left Gao Quan speechless.

Fang Mao's identity was not hidden from Jiang Shuliu. They even told Jiang Shuliu that he was Fang Mao's "good helper" and had smuggled many valuable cultural relics for him.

Jiang Shuliu showed no suspicion and completely believed in his "father", which made Fang Mao, who had just adopted a adopted son, very happy.

Not long after, Jiang Shuliu and Gao Quan took action together.

Smuggling, in the final analysis, is buying at a low price and selling at a high price, especially cultural relics, which are unique and everyone wants them, but how can there be so many?

Heirloom treasures are extremely rare in the world. If Fang Mao really only relied on this kind of thing to make a living, he would probably starve to death soon.

The bulk of Fangmao's profits come from selling porcelain at high prices.

An ordinary porcelain bowl in China can be transformed into a royal bowl across the Atlantic Ocean. The worst ones can be used as burial objects for first-rank ministers. The profit can be increased a hundredfold by making something for nothing.

The smart thing about Fang Mao is that he not only buys fake goods, but occasionally he takes out large quantities of genuine goods just to advertise his smuggling business. Naturally, his business is getting better and better.

Fang Fei, who thinks she is just an ordinary businessman's daughter, probably doesn't even know how wealthy she is.

To buy porcelain, you naturally need a porcelain supplier, and Gao Quan is the leader responsible for handing over the goods.

Jiang Shuliu thought that they were not looking for someone from the Jiang family. After all, the Jiang family was originally engaged in a legal porcelain business, so there was no need for them to follow this path with Fang Mao.

Who knew that Fang Mao's people were really from the Jiang family? What made Jiang Shuliu even more shocked was that Fang Mao was involved with the reactionaries.

He doesn't do anything legal, but he does everything illegal.

"Have we often done this before?" Sitting in the car, Jiang Shuliu watched Gao Quan get into the car after handing over the person. He asked after remembering the person's face.

"Yeah." Gao Quan spoke briefly and didn't want to have too much verbal communication with Jiang Shuliu because he had never let down his guard against Jiang Shuliu.

Jiang Shuliu could see Gao Quan's wariness, but he was not in a hurry. He looked out the window in a good mood. The hotel with its brilliant lights and walls was getting farther and farther away from them.

I really didn't expect that his Zhao Xi was so powerful.

Jiang Shuliu's eyebrows and eyes were gentle, and the cold moonlight swept across his face, making him look handsome and extraordinary.

Gao Quan had never met Ji Ru, but he knew that Ji Ru was the most beautiful white rose in the entire socialite circle at that time, and many people were lost in her eyes that were always filled with sorrow.

Once this kind of person who seems to be detached from the secular world becomes paranoid, no one can pull him back.

And now Fang Mao is so defenseless against Jiang Shuliu, probably because this face is so similar to Ji Ru.

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The winter sun shines through the thin clouds and falls on the earth, giving people a warm and comfortable feeling.

Zhao Xi was wearing the pink cotton-padded jacket that Qing He had made specifically for her. A tuft of fluffy rabbit fur clumps around her neck next to her rosy cheeks, and the oleander silver hairpin on her head reflected colorful light.

It is great news that Jiang Shuliu is still alive.

She knew that with such a fashionable character like Jiang Shuliu, the author would never be willing to let him die.

Zhao Xi was humming a tune while reading a book, but her good mood was suddenly bombarded by a system prompt in her brain: [Ding—the plot value increased by one point, two points, four points...]

The ringing lasted until ten o'clock before it stopped. Zhao Xi was so frightened that he kept flipping through the book for a long time.

The plot value has now reached ninety-five, which means it is about to end.

Thanks to the increasingly close relationship with Jiang Wanyue, Zhao Xi also learned that the male and female protagonists were about to break up. Fang Fei knew that Jiang Wanyue was pregnant, and Ji Xingyu could not ask Jiang Wanyue to have an abortion because of the intimidation of his parents...

The development of this crematorium must have been a huge reversal, otherwise the plot would not be able to continue.

"Madam!" Qing He hurried over and said, "There's a call for you."

Zhao Xi stood up quickly and walked quickly into the room.

She picked up the phone: "Hello?"

There was only the sound of breathing from the other side, followed by a hoarse female voice. Jiang Wanyue seemed like a trapped beast with nowhere to go: "Zhao Xi, my child is gone..."

This is it.

Zhao Xi suddenly realized something, and she said decisively, "You are at Jiang's house now, right? I'll be there right away."

"Madam, if we go directly to the Jiang family, will it be..." Qinghe's worries were not unreasonable, but Zhao Xi already had a plan.

"It's okay. I know a back door that leads directly to Jiang Wanyue's residence."

Without further ado, Zhao Xi set off immediately.

After meeting Jiang Wanyue, Zhao Xi was surprised to find that her condition was so bad.

Jiang Wanyue's face was as pale as paper, and her usually gentle and smiling face was as cold and hard as a corpse.

The little girl Bizhu knelt beside her, holding her hand and crying: "Second Young Madam, cheer up!"

"Wan Yue!" Zhao Xi walked in and shouted.

After hearing Zhao Xi's movement, Jiang Wanyue seemed to come back to her senses. Her beautiful eyes widened and she stretched out a hand with difficulty.

Zhao Xi quickly shook his hand back and said calmly and sincerely, "Don't be afraid, I will help you."

"Kill the adulterous couple, kill them for me--" Jiang Wanyue couldn't help screaming.

"Second Young Madam, you need to rest!" Bizhu cried, hugging her waist.

"Okay, I promise you." Zhao Xi's decisive answer calmed Jiang Wanyue down a lot. She seemed to relax a little and lay back on the bed.

Seeing that she had calmed down, Zhao Xi gave Bizhu a look and said, "What happened?"

Bizhu burst into tears: "It's all because of that bitch Fang Fei!"

It turned out that just an hour ago, Ji Xingyu brought Fang Fei to Ji Mansion.

Whether Fang Fei is there or not has nothing to do with Jiang Wanyue, and she is not interested in their tortuous love, but she is the most solid stumbling block in their love.

Jiang Wanyue was visited by Fang Fei.

The first thing she said was that Jiang Wanyue should keep the child after giving birth to it, and then divorce Ji Xingyu.

What a joke, Jiang Wanyue got pregnant with this child just to avoid divorce.

The Jiang family had no affection for her, and her husband only felt disgust towards her. Only this child was her relative and her support.

Jiang Wanyue would never be separated from her child.

Naturally, she regarded Fang Fei's words as a joke, and even sarcastically mocked their love which was as porous as a sieve.

Unexpectedly, Fang Fei got angry and started arguing with her. Jiang Wanyue was not as wild as her, not to mention that she was pregnant. When she stepped back, she actually fell into the pond!

It was winter now. A healthy adult would die if he fell into an icy pond. Jiang Wanyue was four months pregnant.

So when Jiang Wanyue woke up, she was faced with such a desperate situation: her child was gone.