Heavenly Wife Domineering Love

The old man then blocked the door with his rickety body, "Who are you?"

Su Qianqian pointed to the tie on the window lattice, "Let me ask you, whose tie is that?"

In desperation, the old man blurted out, "Mine!"

But everyone could see that it was impossible for the old man to wear a tie in such a suit.

Su Qianqian stepped forward and opened the door, "Mu Yan, Mu Yan!"

Nan Jingze stepped forward and held her hand, "Qianqian, calm down, the old man is nice, we have something to talk about!"

Then, he turned to the old man, "Old man, we are from Jincheng, looking for the family members of the plane crash a few days ago. My sister's husband has not been found so far in my life, so I am agitated. I am here to say sorry to you!"

"A plane crash?" The old man asked back as if he had heard something new.

Nan Jingze: "Yes, a plane crashed by the Baishui River two days ago, doesn't the old man know?"

The old man shook his head, "I've never heard of such a big event?"

Nan Jingze recalled the furnishings in the old man's house. There was no TV, radio recorder, or newspaper. In this village where news is blocked, all sources of news were passed on from person to person. If the old man did not go out for a few days, he would not have heard the news. It's also normal.

Nan Jingze roughly talked about the simple situation of the plane crash, "Old man, if you have any clues, no matter whether you can find them in the end, we will be very grateful and reward you a lot!"

The old man looked at them, "Is what you said true?"

Nan Jingze didn't understand whether the old man asked about the plane crash or the heavy reward, so he nodded and agreed.

The old man hesitated for a moment before asking, "So, what kind of person are you looking for?"

Su Qianqian hurriedly said, "A 30-year-old man, nearly [-] meters tall, with thick brows, high brow bones, extremely long eyelashes, black and thick hair, suit, shirt and tie..."

The old man took a deep breath, "Aren't you here to seek revenge?"

Only then did the two understand that the old man was worried about this matter.

"Really not, I can't find Mr., my sister was so anxious that she almost committed suicide, old man, please help me!" Nan Jingze replied affirmatively.

The old man finally let go, "You don't look like bad guys, come in and have a look!"

The two followed the old man into the room on the right, and saw a slender man lying on the kang, covered with a quilt with colorful patterns.

Su Qianqian ran forward quickly, lifted a corner of the quilt, and a face that was so pale and bloodless came into view.

She rushed forward and hugged the man, "Bo Muyan, it's really you, I finally found you!"

Nan Jingze stepped forward and touched Su Qianqian who was in tears, "Look at his injuries first!"

It was only then that Su Qianqian realized that the person in his arms was unconscious, his eyes were closed tightly, his face was full of fatigue, and there was a new wound on his forehead, blood was oozing out, and a layer of yellow ointment was applied on it. , doesn't seem to work either.

She turned around and asked the old man, "Old man, what's wrong with him?"

The old man just looked at her, as if he still had doubts, and said nothing.

Nan Jingze hurriedly came to the old man, "Old man, this is my sister's husband, thank you very much for saving him!"

As he said that, he took out his wallet from the inner pocket of his suit and took out all the cash in it, "I only have so much cash on me, you take it first, and I will send someone to come back in a few days, and thank you formally!"

The old man did not take his money, and said quietly, "Two days ago, I went to the river to collect firewood, and found a man lying in the reeds. Seeing that he was injured, he probably had a conflict with someone and fled here. Yes, I didn't expect the plane to fall down.

I saw that he was still alive, so I carried him back home. Because I was worried that my enemies would come after me, I didn't say anything, and I didn't dare to call a doctor for him, so I took out a little medicine I had at home and applied it to his wound.

For two days, he just slept and hadn't gotten up yet. I fed him a few rice porridge and drank it all. I thought, if I wait a few more days and the enemy doesn't come, I will send him to town. Go to the hospital to see. "

After hearing this, Su Qianqian bowed deeply to the old man three times, and said with tears, "Old man, you are my benefactor, and I will always be grateful to you. My husband is still in a coma and the situation is very dangerous. Send him to the hospital for treatment, I will repay your kindness in the future!"

"You want to take him away?" The wrinkles on the old man's forehead deepened, "No, I can't hand him over to you!"

"Why?" Su Qianqian asked eagerly.

The old man shook his head, "I have no way to confirm your identities, in case something happens to him, I..."

Su Qianqian suddenly felt that the old man seemed to have an extraordinary concern for Bo Muyan.

Nan Jingze asked, "Old man, tell me, what should we do so that you can believe it?"

The old man thought for a moment, then turned around and took out a wallet from the cabinet.

Su Qianqian recognized it at a glance, "This is my husband's wallet. There is at least one black gold card and his business card in it. Bo Muyan, the president of the Bo Group, do you believe me now?"

The old man slowly shook his head, "I am illiterate, let alone a black card."

Su Qianqian was about to go crazy, "Then you can't be so stiff, his injury is not clear yet, he should be sent to the hospital as soon as possible!"

The old man signaled her not to worry, and then took out a photo from his wallet, "Do you recognize this person?"

Su Qianqian quickly took it. The photo was soaked and not so smooth, but it was still recognizable.

So she replied, "This is a photo of my husband's mother when she was young."

An expression of excitement and surprise appeared in the eyes of the old man, "Are you sure?"

Su Qianqian nodded resolutely, "Confirm, this photo has been kept in his wallet and will not leave for a moment."

The old man lowered his head, holding the photo in his hands, and a few dirty tears flowed down his pale face.

Su Qianqian looked at him puzzled, "Old man, do you know the person in the photo?"

The old man still lowered his head, looked at the photo intently, and said in a hoarse voice for a while, "The shoes you are wearing are her shoes."