I married the rich and powerful

Seeing her staring at his hands all the time, Xiao Yuzhong followed them with puzzled eyes, and gently raised his interlocking hands, asking her, "What are you looking at?"

Xin Yu felt the feeling of interlocking his fingers, and all the sensory nerves in his body were recalling the feeling of interlocking his fingers in the past. The feeling was very different.

She used to interlock her fingers with him, and his palm was broad, moist and warm, which made her feel that his strength was always there.

Now interlocking his fingers, his palm is a little dry and slightly cold, and also a little prickly, as if it has been ground by a cocoon.

"Has your hand been injured?" She asked at the same time, she gently released the hand that was held by his fingers, and opened his palm to look.

There are no traces of patched skin, but the palm lines seem to be...

"One thing." After Xiao Yuzhong finished speaking, he put away the palm of his hand and didn't let her continue to look at it. In fact, he was nervous in his heart, afraid that she would notice something after thinking too much, "What's wrong?"

"No, I'm just afraid that you'll hurt your hand and feel uncomfortable." Xin Yu didn't want to say what he felt in his heart, because he was afraid that he would say that he was thinking nonsense.

Xiao Yuzhong scraped the tip of her nose distressedly, "Fool. Does that mean that I don't have perfect skin all over my body, and you don't plan to get back together with me?"

Xin Yu deliberately said: "Maybe!"

Xiao Yu glared at her: "That's your business, anyway, I only love Xin Yu!"

Yes, in this life, Xiang Zhinian only loves Xin Yu, no one else!

While joking, the two walked out of the restaurant holding hands.

Their affectionate picture stabbed the eyes of the man hiding in the corner. He looked at the back of Xin Yu and Xiao Yanzhong. Xiao Yanzhong also held his hand on Xin Yu's shoulder. Yuzhong, but he could only clenched the hand hanging by his side into a fist.

Down Group

Tang Qiyuan looked at the completely unfamiliar man in front of him who looked like Zhou Zheng. The only advantage was that his height was the same as his own. He raised his eyebrows cautiously: "You said that person is not Xiao Yuzhong, but you are. What evidence do you have?"

Half a year has passed since the car accident, Xiao Yuzhong refused to be visited by anyone after he was transferred from the intensive care unit, and he did not come back until now, half a year later, and he was alive and kicking, even the traces of being injured could not be seen, just feeling his current state It looks stiff.

After all, I have undergone plastic surgery, so it is understandable to feel stiff.

But there is one thing that cannot be pretended, the voice.

His voice is almost exactly the same as Brother Xiao!

"The most direct way is to do DNA comparison." The man said.

Tang Qiyuan was secretly shocked when he heard the words.

Anyone who dares to say such a thing is definitely not joking, either he is the real Xiao Yuzhong, or he has a way to make a false one.

But is it necessary?

"Then tell me, when did we meet and what have we experienced." Tang Qiyuan walked to the sofa and sat down.

The man also walked over, and naturally sat down next to him, habitually folded his long legs, the invisible aura could not be performed overnight.

Even acting requires profound acting skills, and non-ultra-capable actors cannot perform that feeling and taste.

Tang Qiyuan turned his head to look at the man in surprise, it felt like seeing Xiao Yuzhong sitting next to him, more like returning to the night before the car accident, they were still sitting together watching fireworks.

"Are you really Brother Xiao?"

"What do you think?" The man asked back, "Could it be that my voice is fake and you can't even hear it?"

Tang Qiyuan blinked, showing a shocked expression, "Who is that Xiao Yuzhong? His voice is exactly the same as yours."

"I also want to know who it is." The man said coldly, "Don't worry, you will soon find out who is pretending to be me. Not only does he want to replace me, but he also wants to take away everything from me. I won't let him go."

It was only a two-sentence dialogue, and Tang Qiyuan chose to believe him unconditionally: "What do you want to do?" After asking, he asked an important question: "What is your name now? What is your identity?"

"One unknown soldier, the whole family will die. Song Jing." Song Jing said.

Tang Qiyuan listened, and laughed "haha" a few seconds later, and slapped Song Jing on the shoulder, "Did you send the well to that fake Xiao Yuzhong?"

Song Jing glanced at him, pushed his hand away wordlessly, and told him: "Don't let Xin Yu know, so as not to startle the snake. I need you to give me an identity to enter the senior management of Xiao's."

"Why, you want to go in and work?" Tang Qiyuan asked knowingly.

"Will you watch your hard-working company be brought down by a bastard who doesn't know anything?" Song Jing asked him.

Tang Qiyuan shook his head, "I will kill him first."

"It's good to know." Song Jing got up and walked to his desk after speaking, "Talk to your wife."

Tang Qiyuan watched him sit down in his office chair, and then took a pen to write something on a piece of white paper. Curious about what he wrote, he got up and followed.

But Song Jing had already taken down his pen and got up, and left without hesitation, only leaving a sentence to him: "Pay money into this account, it is your investment in my new company, be generous, don't be stingy, or you will lose money." It's you."

"Damn..." Tang Qiyuan glanced at his back, picked up the piece of paper to read, and saw the writing on it, he was very happy, but couldn't help complaining, "The main reason for coming here is to ask me for money!"

Song Jing opened the door and looked back at him: "Brother used it at such a time, you should be happy."

"Yes, I'm so fucking happy!" With the sound of closing the door, Tang Qiyuan sat down in the office chair, picked up his cell phone and called Lu Yun.

"husband?"

"Honey, I need a sum of money urgently."

"What's the emergency?" Lu Yun asked quietly.

"Brother Zhenxiao is back." Tang Qiyuan said.

Lu Yun was confused when he heard this: "What is it that brother Zhen Xiao is back?"

"The real Xiao Yu has returned, and the one at Xiao's house is fake." Tang Qiyuan explained, "Give me the money first, my wife? I'll tell you more about it later, he just left my office .”

Lu Yun naturally believed him, and immediately agreed: "Okay, I'll let the bank transfer it to your account later."

"No, I'll give you his account, and you can just ask the bank to transfer it in." Tang Qiyuan said and did not forget to tell her: "Brother Xiao, please don't let Xin Yu know, for fear that the counterfeit will find out and run away."

"Got it, don't I understand this kind of thing? I'm so stupid!" Lu Yun whispered tenderly.

"My wife is the smartest and most beautiful." Tang Qiyuan never forgot to praise his wife.

"A Yu came in, I'll hang up first my husband, I love you."

"I love you too."

As soon as Xin Yu came in, she heard Lu Yun showing affection to her husband, so she rolled her eyes and showed her: "I know you two are affectionate, can you stop throwing dog food in front of me, a single dog?"

Lu Yun watched her walk to the desk with a smile, and seemed to be in a very good mood, which made Xin Yu very suspicious that she had a happy event.

"You're not pregnant again, are you?"

"You are my pig!" Lu Yun glared at her, picked up the phone and forwarded the bank account number that her husband had sent her to her phone, "You are so free, go to the bank and transfer one billion to this account."

Xin Yu was secretly startled at who was so well-respected, and turned on the phone to check the name.

"Song Jing?"