The domineering president goes on a blind date

"Sister, I never forced Wanwan to change anything for me." Li Anhe's eyes were full of regret.

"Anhe, I heard from Wanwan that your mother was also born into a commoner family. I believe that your father did not ask your mother to change for him, but your mother still changed and became a qualified Mrs. Li."

Li Anhe scratched his hair.

All he had seen since he was a child was the love between his parents, and he never knew that there were so many things hidden behind it all.

Li Anhe stood up and bowed to Tong Nuanchen.

"Sister, please think carefully about where Wanwan went. I just want to know where she went. Is she safe now?"

Tong Nuanchen fell into deep thought.

Tong Nuanwan had never said which city she liked, nor where she wanted to go, let alone where she would travel in the future. She really didn't know where to start.

"Eanhe, I really don't know. I didn't lie to you. Wanwan has never been here. However, I will try my best to remember."

Li Anhe had no choice but to drive around aimlessly.

Unconsciously, he arrived at the Beicheng River. He looked at the path along the river and walked over there as if possessed.

The path was a dirt road, and there were even traces of two suitcases on it.

Li Anhe squatted down, reached out and touched the two marks, with a bitter smile on his face.

This stupid woman, she is the only one in the world who treats this kind of suitcase as a treasure.

Tong Nuanwan had a suitcase that would not have attracted much attention. But one day, Tong Nuanwan found that the pulley of the suitcase was a little loose and had a tendency to fall off. So she found a wrench and repaired it in the living room.

After seeing this, Li Anhe asked her to buy one, but Tong Nuanwan refused, saying that it was a reward for herself when she received her second salary and it would be a commemorative gift.

Li Anhe looked at the pulleys, one large and one small, and felt that the commemorative significance might not be very balanced.

The two traces on the road were the two wheels, one big and one small. Only her suitcase would have such traces.

Ying Zong, who was standing behind him, felt a chill in his heart when he saw Li Anhe like this.

What happened to their young master? Why was he grinning foolishly at a small dirt road? The young mistress was missing, could it be that the young master was really irritated?

When Ying Zong was struggling between calling the police and an ambulance, Li Anhe punched him on the ground and then punched him several more times in a row.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Ying Zong hurriedly pulled Li Anhe away, but Li Anhe let go and grabbed Ying Zong's shoulders.

Li Anhe pursed his lips tightly, his eyes were filled with fire, and his face was fierce, as if he wanted to bite Ying Zong into pieces.

"Young Master, I am Ying Zong." Ying Zong said cautiously, slowly raising his arm, trying to pull Li Anhe's hand down.

"Ying Zong." Li Anhe's sudden voice frightened Ying Zong so much that he trembled. It seemed that he was always scared recently.

"Am I terrible?"

Ying Zong’s eyes widened.

“Am I untrustworthy?”

Yingzong grinned.

"Am I unworthy of being a husband?"

"Master, you are very good, Madam, you are also very good, but you..." Ying Zong glanced at Li Anhe's face. Li Anhe was looking forward to Ying Zong's next words, "You seem to lack communication. You should listen to each other carefully."

Although Ying Zong was only a bodyguard, he also saw things clearly. When they communicated, they were always trying to be good to each other, but perhaps the other party didn't need this kind of goodness.

Li Anhe's arms hung down limply.