Return after rebirth: The devil who helps his brother becomes the devil who kills his brother

"Where are you now? I asked my uncle to pick you up." Wu Qiong's voice was trembling, as if she was the one being followed.

"No need, I've already changed several carriages and been on and off the subway for several stops."

At this time, Beijing’s subway only had Line 1, Line 2 and Line 13 open. Song Pan'er had already switched from Line 1 to Line 2, and was about to sit at Xizhimen and turn to Line 13 to go home.

"Okay, please be safe. I'll send you my uncle's cell phone number. If anything goes wrong, Ma Liu calls him. Do you hear me?"

"Well, I'll call you when I get home in a while." Song Pan'er hung up the phone and concentrated on observing the enemy situation around her.

In fact, Song Pan'er didn't feel wrong. When she first got on the subway, someone was indeed following her.

Deputy District Chief Hou sent two groups of people, one in the light and the other in the dark. Song Pan'er's behavior just now was really suspicious, so after she left, a group of people in the dark separated themselves from each other and followed her.

But when Song Paner changed the subway for the first time, the man lost track of her. He never expected that Song Pan'er would throw her suitcase on the subway and suddenly get off the train. By the time he reacted, the subway doors were already closed.

He returned with an empty leather suitcase. It was already seven or eight minutes later, and Song Pan'er was nowhere to be seen.

Maintaining a high degree of vigilance, Song Pan'er quickly walked out of the subway station, took a taxi, walked around Peking University a few times, and finally got off the bus at Zhongguancun Shopping Center, deliberately heading to the crowded place.

Finally, she hid in a deserted corner and waited for a long time but no one followed her. Then she felt relieved, went to the bathroom to wash her face, loosened her hair, and took the bus home.

The rich man didn't take it seriously and spent a thrilling day. Recalling what happened in the past two days, Song Pan'er secretly asked God, are you kidding me? She was just one step away from lying down and enjoying it.

It's all Wu Qiong's fault. Why didn't you announce your father's name in the dormitory? It took you so long to do it. Isn't it easy for you? You even thought of going to Tiananmen to make a deal.

It can be regarded as a turn of events. Yesterday, Song Pan'er was proudly dreaming of getting rich. Today, her dream was shattered, and she was bitter and resentful.

But Wu Haibo, who was admitted to the hospital yesterday because he was depressed and worried, was in a good mood today and was overjoyed. Originally he had been dizzy and couldn't sit up, but now he is in high spirits during happy events and can already lean on the bed and call Song Pan'er.

"My child! Xiaoqiong told me, uncle, thank you!"

"No, no, no, it's all a trivial matter." Song Pan'er's heart was bleeding at this time, but she had to answer the phone cheerfully with a grimace.

"This is no small matter! When Xiaoqiong comes back the day after tomorrow, come to your uncle's house and let's meet and chat!"

"it is good."

Wu Haibo was in an extremely good mood now. After hanging up the phone, he was discharged from the hospital and went home. What kind of hospital should he stay in? He had to go home and prepare a banquet for the nobles.

Some were happy and some were sad. After learning that his men had not found Ms. Song, Deputy District Chief Hou broke one of his favorite purple clay pots. He was so excited that he almost ended up in the hospital.

Wu Qiong finally got on a plane back to China two days later. The first thing he did after getting off the plane was to take his father's secretary to the Summer Palace. According to the address given by Song Pan'er, we found the small building deep in the park.

After meeting, the two came up and gave each other a big hug.

"Okay! You're keeping it secret. It's not enough to buy a courtyard house, why not go to Dabieye?" Wu Qiong looked at Song Pan'er up and down as if he didn't recognize her, and started to joke.

"Low-key and low-key! It's all trivial. It was very cheap when I bought it." Song Pan'er looked modest and in need of a beating.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I'll hang out with you from now on. If you have any business, don't forget me!" Wu Qiong automatically switched to a northeastern accent and joked with Song Pan'er.

"Oh, by the way, this is my dad's secretary. He has the same last name as you, Song."

When Wu Qiong saw Song Pan'er glance behind her, she remembered that she hadn't introduced them yet.

"Hello, Miss Song!" The secretary was very discerning. He knew that the young girl in front of him was a noble person of the leadership, so he hurriedly extended his hand to say hello without touching Qiao.

"Hello, hello, Secretary Song! Come in quickly! Let's go in and talk."

After shaking hands and saying hello, Song Pan'er pulled Wu Qiong and led them into the room.

On the big coffee table in the living room, there was the treasure that Wu Haibo fought so hard for.

Wu Qiong opened the box carefully and marveled.

"Where did you get these? The eyes are too poisonous. Let's go to Panjiayuan tomorrow. You can buy two pieces for me."

"Okay! Don't rely on me to lose money." Song Pan'er poured tea for the two of them and laughed.

Secretary Song took the tea with both hands and nodded in thanks.

How else could she be a secretary? Seeing how casually Song Pan'er got along with his leader's daughter, he was not too polite and answered in a familiar manner: "Haha, I can't rely on you, at most I won't. If you don’t get the lucky money, you may go to your boss and cry.”

Secretary Song is not too old, in his thirties, and when he gets along with two young girls, he puts aside his usual seriousness and starts to make jokes.

"Tch, who are you looking down on?" Wu Qiong carefully closed the box, suddenly remembered something, looked at Song Pan'er sitting next to him and asked, "Where's grandma?"

"The hoe I ordered for her has arrived and I'm going to pick it up."

Wu Qiong pursed her lips at the gift boxes placed next to Secretary Song's legs, "Here, those are for grandma. Give them to her when she comes back!"

Secretary Song put a few boxes on the coffee table and echoed: "It's some bird's nests and some health products. The elderly can strengthen their physical fitness by taking some trace elements."

Song Pan'er was not polite and raised her chin, "Thank you! It's a waste of money!"

Wu Qiong snorted and bumped her with his shoulder, "Okay, let's go! My dad is still waiting to see this baby."

Wu Haibo had spent the past two days extremely comfortable. Seeing his old rival digging into ditches and stealing holes all over Beijing to look for Miss Song, he almost couldn't help but call her to give her a shout-out. It's true that lucky people don't have to be busy, but unlucky people have to worry about it!

Looking at the two photos in his hand happily, he shook his head and sighed, his daughter's little classmate is really a talent, her face is transformed, as if she is wearing a mask.

Among the two photos in Wu Haibo's hand, one was a group photo of the four of them in Song Paner's dormitory, and the other was a printed surveillance photo.

After he was discharged from the hospital, he wanted to help Song Pan'er clean up his tail, and got this photo that Hou Dongjun used to find someone.

He looked at it for a long time, but he didn't notice at all that the girl in the two photos was the same person.

Suihou Dongjun looks for that guy. If he can find me, he will be great.

Putting down the photo in his hand, Wu Haibo stood up and prepared to greet this young gentleman with superb makeup skills.