Voice to you: Only wives are allowed to act coquettishly

When Fu Yicheng returned home, Lei Ting's tricks controlled everyone.

Everyone was trembling, the air was filled with the smell of fear, and the curtains were all drawn, so that the room was very dark in broad daylight.

Fu Yicheng's fingers tapped on his leg repeatedly: "My wife usually treats you well, right?"

The servants looked at me and I looked at you, nodding unevenly.

"Then this is how you repay your wife?" Fu Yicheng suddenly raised his voice, startling everyone, including the standing bodyguards. Because they were in the outer courtyard, they were not suspected by Fu Yicheng, and they were ordered to guard these women.

The butler boldly asked, "What's the matter, madam?"

"poisoned."

"what?"

"How could my wife be poisoned?" Several people in the kitchen panicked. They also knew that they were the first to be suspected when something like this happened.

"Are you coming out and admitting it yourself, or am I sending you to prison? Don't forget, your family members are all in my hands, and if you want to go, you will go together." Fu Yicheng didn't intend to be soft-hearted this time.

The poison in Wen Qian's body was a chronic poison. It was impossible to say that it was an accident. The person who poisoned her was someone who understood medical principles. How could he not be afraid if he had such a person by his side.

After Fu Yicheng threatened, but no one stood up, he had to call his name: "Butler?"

"Sir, it's not me. No matter how powerful I am, I can't go into the kitchen to poison every day, right?" She doesn't care about the kitchen.

"That's right, do the people in the kitchen have anything to say?"

"Sir, don't listen to the housekeeper's nonsense, she comes to the kitchen every day, and we all watch." The cook did not hesitate to expose the housekeeper's lie.

Fu Yicheng knew that the housekeeper had a problem: "I remember, when your wife was upset, you brought milk on your own initiative. Who taught you?"

The housekeeper was sweating coldly. These damned cooks, who usually turned a blind eye to them for profit, actually betrayed her now.

"That's the earthen prescription I used when I was pregnant. I'm all for my wife's good."

"Is there any more milk?"

Without waiting for the butler to answer, the cook ran to the kitchen and took out a disposable box: "I saw the butler was going to pour it out yesterday, and I thought it was the milk of a purebred cow in the country, so I wanted to keep it and take it home for my daughter to drink. "

The butler's eyes widened. The cook actually had a backhand.

"Take it for testing. No one is allowed to contact the outside world and not leave until I come back."

When Wen Qian woke up, she saw Fu Yicheng fell asleep holding her hand exhaustedly. For some reason, she suddenly felt a little hungry after sleeping.

The hand that Fu Yicheng used as a pillow was numb, and Wen Qian didn't dare to move. He didn't sleep well after being with him for the past two days, so he secretly ordered a takeaway with his mobile phone.

Although Gao's family is down and out, Gao Ya Jundu's modeling career is getting better and better. Paris Fashion Week, which has been striving for it for many years, actually handed her an invitation letter this year.

Gao Yajun rolled several times happily at home.

After telling Father Gao the good news, the whole family rejoiced together, and finally there was a smile on Father Gao's haggard face.

The number of people who came to curry favor has increased again.

Father Gao sighed that the world is cold, but for the sake of his daughter, he still accepted the kindness of these afterthoughts.

Gao Yajun sleeps with the invitation letter in his hands, wishing he could fly to Paris right away.

Father Gao took out his savings to buy a decent dress for Gao Yajun, and Gao Yajun cried: "Dad, we don't have much money now, so why buy me some clothes?"

"That won't work, of course you have to be decent to go to that kind of place." Father Gao told Gao Yajun not to worry about money, he still has several properties registered under the secretary's name that are still profitable.

Gao Yajun was still crying, and when she got the money from the organizer, she immediately gave her father a comeback.

Fu Yicheng was woken up by knocking on the door. The takeaway arrived, and Wen Qian forgot to note that the takeaway boy should not knock on the door.

The takeaway boy felt uncomfortable being looked at by Fu Yicheng, so he checked the end number of his phone with Wen Qian and left.

"When did you order the takeaway?" Fu Yicheng asked as he opened it for inspection. He didn't say anything when he saw that it was lean meat porridge. If it was junk food, it would be in the trash bin right now.

"What happened to me while you were asleep?" Wen Qian moved the hand that was numb by Fu Yicheng. She must have fainted, but she was not sure.

"Someone poisoned you at home, I'm investigating, don't worry."

Fu Yicheng seemed to be very busy, he was called away by the secretary after saying a few words, Wen Qian was worried, what should Fu Yicheng do if he was exhausted from being so busy?
The secretary came to report about Wen Qian.

"My wife is secretly looking up what happened when you were born."

"Let her investigate." With Wen Qian's strength, she couldn't find anything.

"What's going on at Gao's house?"

"There is no movement. Miss Gao seems to have received an invitation from Paris Fashion Week."

Fu Yicheng looked thoughtfully through the glass at Wen Qian sipping porridge.

Wen Qian was also looking up at him, smiling.

The secretary behind Fu Yicheng waved his hand to greet Wen Qian.

Wen Qian's smile made Fu Yicheng make up his mind: "Go to Gao's house."

When Gao's father and Gao Yajun saw Fu Yicheng, they felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

"Our family has been tossed like this by you, what else do you want to do?"

Fu Yicheng crossed Erlang's legs, looking lazy as if he hadn't woken up: "I'm here to ask about what happened back then, was it true that my biological mother was killed by Ning Wenru and Fu Jinan?"

"Of course, I checked it many times back then. If you doubt it, you can check it yourself."

Father Gao is not afraid of his investigation at all, the personal and physical evidence of the year has long been blurred.

Fu Yicheng stared into Gao Fanfu's eyes for a long time, and left after making sure that he was not lying. He touched his heart, feeling a little uneasy all the time, was it because he didn't sleep too much recently?
After Fu Yicheng left, Gao's father was not calm anymore, and asked Gao Yajun to go back to the room first. Gao Yajun wanted to ask, but touched his father's serious face and suppressed the question. When she should know, his father should tell her.

Gao's father called a number he hadn't called in more than ten years, but the other party obviously knew him.

"President Gao, what's the matter?"

"Has no stranger come to you lately?"

Father Gao contacted the only nurse who knew the truth back then, who had been secretly hidden in the countryside for many years by Father Gao, who gave her monthly living expenses on a regular basis.

"No." The other party was asked inexplicably.

Father Gao breathed a sigh of relief and confirmed that Fu Yicheng hadn't found her, but Fu Yicheng had never asked about his biological mother for so many years, why did he suddenly ask at this time?
A trace of hostility flashed in his eyes, keeping such a person around is always a disaster, shouldn't he silence the nurse?
"President Gao, don't worry, even if someone comes to see me, I won't tell." The nurse thought Father Gao was a good person who adopted Fu Yicheng, not to mention that Father Gao gave her a considerable amount of living expenses every month, so naturally she would not disclose it. Little news.