Mr. Fu, please stop being abusive. Madam has already signed the divorce papers.

Fu Qingyue came out of the jewelry store and caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the corner of her eye.

When she turned around to look over, the figure had disappeared from the front door not far away.

Fu Qingyue raised her eyes and looked at the plaque on the front of the store. It was a bar.

Which bar did Wen Liang go to?

She took a few steps forward, looked around, and sure enough she found Wen Liang's car.

A dark light flashed in Fu Qingyue's eyes, and she took out her mobile phone and dialed a number.

During the day, there was no one in the bar.

Several staff members were moving boxes in and out, busy replenishing goods.

The boy at the bar is also replenishing the ingredients for bartending.

Wen Liang ordered a few bottles of wine, found a seat and sat down, opened the bottle, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank it down.

The bitter and spicy liquid entered his throat, and his warm and beautiful eyebrows wrinkled slightly, but the depression and pain in his heart were not diluted at all.

Wen Liang drank a few more cups.

The shadow of his father appeared in front of his eyes, familiar yet distant, and his warm tears filled him with tears involuntarily.

She can finally seek justice for her father.

But the truth was not what she imagined at all.

The tall and tall father did not die from the siege of capital, but was innocently involved in a conspiracy that had nothing to do with him, died from the Fu family's struggle for power, died from Chu Siyi's ambition, died from a self-directed and self-acted The "victim" who died in the kidnapping case he gave a helping hand to.

Wen Liang would rather his father be killed by some unscrupulous capitalists than die in vain.

She couldn't let go.

Wen Liang picked up the wine glass and drank several glasses in a row.

His vision blurred for a moment, and Fu Zheng's shadow seemed to appear in front of him.

Wen Liang held the wine glass, frowned, and waved his hand to disperse the shadow.

Really haunted.

Isn't he very powerful? Why can't he even see Chu Siyi's lies?

He has been deceived by Chu Siyi for so many years!

Wen Liang felt pitiful and funny at the same time.

Fu Zheng, the dignified chairman of the Fu Group, was actually deceived to such an extent that it would make people laugh out loud.

I don't know how much he drank. Wen Liang's cheeks were red and his eyes were blurred.

She rarely gets drunk, maybe she was drunk today, and her consciousness soon became blurry.

Three young men came in at the door and looked around the bar. The surroundings were empty and they caught the warm and cool location at a glance.

The three of them looked at each other and walked directly towards Wen Liang.

"Beauty, why are you drinking alone here?" The short-haired man sat down on the booth opposite Wen Liang and looked at the slightly tipsy Wen Liang with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

The other two men sit on Wen Liang's right side and stand on Wen Liang's left side.

Wen Liang's reaction was slow for a moment, and he slowly put down his wine glass. His eyes passed over the three of them and he frowned slightly, "Sorry, I want to be alone for a while. Can you please not disturb me?"

This kind of thing can happen in broad daylight, annoying!

I'm so bored!

"Hey, if you have any sad things, tell your brothers. They can help you sort it out, right?" The man looked at his two companions as he spoke.

The other two men echoed.

"No need, please leave." Wen Liang reached out and rubbed his forehead.

"What if we don't leave?" the man said ruthlessly.

Wen Liang paused, stood up unsteadily on the back of the sofa, and wanted to leave.

The man on the left blocked her way, "What are you going to do, beauty? Brother is with you."

"Bill, please."

"What's the bill? Let's sit down for a while."

Wen Liang was impatient and shouted loudly, "Waiter."

Two waiters had just finished moving boxes and came out of the warehouse.

Seeing this, a man stepped forward and glanced at the three men, "Madam, what's the matter?"

"I wanted to pay, but they stopped me and wouldn't let me go."

The waiter said, "Brothers, why don't you give in and don't embarrass others..."

"Go away, this is none of your business!" The short-haired man turned around, immediately interrupted the waiter, and warned fiercely.

"Brother, calm down..."

"Who is your brother?" said the short-haired man, "If you are sensible, stop meddling in other people's business!"

"Sir, if you continue to make trouble like this, we won't welcome you here."

The short-haired man raised his eyebrows, took a step forward, and said arrogantly, "What? You dare to ask me out to try?"

The man on the left couldn't help but walked forward, pointed at the waiter and said, "What's your attitude towards me, Brother Long? Call me your manager!"

The man on the right also said, "Are you new here? You don't know who our Brother Long is?!"

Another waiter stepped forward to smooth things over.

The short-haired man and his companions refused to give up.

When Wen Liang saw that they had inadvertently moved away, he immediately walked away.

After taking two steps, the short-haired man turned around and grabbed Wen Liang's wrist, "Beauty, don't leave in a hurry!"

"Let go!" Wen Liang struggled hard, but couldn't get away.

Half drunk, her tone was unintimidating.

"You have a few drinks with me and I'll let you go."

"Do your Spring and Autumn Dream!"

The short-haired man's smile dropped, "You're so shameless!"

He yanked hard.

The world was spinning for a while, and Wen Liang's head was dizzy. He looked around and found that he was back in the booth again.

The man quickly poured a glass of wine and placed it forcefully in front of Wen Liang, "Drink it!"

Wen Liang looked up at the man, pursed her lips tightly, and did not make a sound or drink.

The atmosphere suddenly stalemate.

"What's going on here?"

Suddenly, a voice came from not far away.

Everyone followed the sound and went out.

The short-haired man raised his eyebrows and said, "Who are you?"

Wen Liang was in a daze for a moment, then his eyes lit up, "Fu Zheng!"

Her dislike of Fu Zheng disappeared in an instant, and she was glad that he arrived in time.

Hearing this, the short-haired man stared at the visitor carefully for a long time, with a flattering smile on his face, "Are you Fu Zheng, the chairman of the Fu Group? It's really an honor to see you here."

The visitor did not deny it, but looked at the short-haired man coldly, "Why don't you get out of here?!"

The face of the short-haired man changed, and he wanted to retort, but he held back, "Okay, I'll leave now, Mr. Fu, you can do whatever you want."

After leaving the bar, the fellow man with the short hair asked curiously, "Brother Long, is that really Fu Zheng?"

"I look like him." Brother Long said.

"I also think it's a bit similar, but not quite." My companion said, "It seems to be a little different from what's in the news."

"It must have been pornographic in the news." Brother Long said, "The woman is his ex-wife Wen Liang. Who else could the man be if he wasn't Fu Zheng?"

"It doesn't matter who he is, as long as we have the money."

……

The three short-haired men left. Wen Liang breathed a sigh of relief, squinted his eyes and smiled, "Fu Zheng, thank you for coming... I'll forgive you for a few minutes."

The man stepped forward, sat down across from Wen Liang, and looked at her seriously, "Who am I?"

Wen Liang was stunned for a moment, then blinked, "Fu Zheng, are you out of your mind?"

Huo Dongcheng: "..."

It was obvious that she thought he was Fu Zheng only when she was drunk.

Huo Dongcheng lowered his eyes, a hint of darkness flashed in his eyes.