Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

Winter nights are always so long.

The sky and earth were shrouded in cold and thick darkness.

There were many street lamps on in the Wen's Manor in a corner of the city. The light sprinkled on the lawn, but it had lost the luxurious and elegant charm of the palace in the evening. Only boundless coldness and loneliness remained. Spreading over the vast area, it covered the entire manor, along with the few houses that also had dim lights on.

In a certain window, Wen Can did not leave immediately after Qin Zheng left. He sat behind the desk in silence for a long time, like a robot that was forgotten to be powered off - in the past, he could always work on sleepless nights, writing code, reviewing contracts and reading reports, but recently the situation in this manor is not the same as before, and for the sake of caution he no longer plans to do any private work here.

So the already long night was stretched even longer.

He doesn't like surfing the Internet and has no interest in entertainment news or political current affairs. Even if he sees a title like "Breaking news! XX...", he won't feel the slightest bit of excitement, let alone the urge to click on it.

When did it start?

It has been too long, and he can't even remember the exact moment. In short, when he realized it, he realized that the Wen Can who once had expectations for everything had long become an unreachable phantom.

After the age of twenty, he seemed to have become a different creature.

This kind of thing of sitting there all night doing nothing would never be done when I was a teenager...

The hand in my pocket suddenly touched something strange.

The man's eyes moved and he took out the thing.

Under the light, a thin black hair rope lay in his broad, dry palm.

Two ropes are tied together and tied with a small bow. It is a very simple and plain style.

It's Ye Kong's.

Wen Can stared at the hair tie intently, and his body seemed to feel the wind on the rooftop again.

The girl held a flashlight for him and agreed to just watch and not do anything, but she couldn't help but point fingers at his work, saying this was not done right or that.

Young Master Wen, who had always been self-centered and no one dared to question his work ability since he was a child, endured it for a long time. Finally, when the flashlight was pointed at his mouth for the third time, he could not help but twitched his mouth and said unhappily: "How about you do it?"

Unexpectedly, this sentence hit Miss Ye's heart.

He was pushed aside almost immediately.

Ye Kong handed him the flashlight, and then took over his work with great skill and swiftness - it was really fast and good, which was really amazing.

Mr. Wen, who had agreed to come and set up the tent, lost his place in the game and became a human flashlight stand for Miss Ye.

He saw the girl's profile as she was tying the straps seriously, and couldn't help asking, "How come you are so skilled?"

“I have a lot of experience.”

"I didn't realize you also like the outdoors?" Wen Can looked at you with admiration.

"If you mean wandering outdoors." Ye Kong said without even looking up, "I ran away from home before. Although some of my memories are fuzzy, the skills I learned in setting up tents are still very solid."

"...Running away from home and living in a tent?" Wen Can's face looked a little ugly. "How old were you at the time?"

"Fourteen years old." Ye Kong said nonchalantly.

Wen Can fell silent.

That was exactly the year when he was twenty years old and was rescued by Ye Kong on that highway.

But Ye Kong said his memory was fuzzy... He had never been so impulsive to ask, do you still remember that highway, that burning car, and the people you saved?

But looking at the girl's face showing her enjoyment, he suppressed all the words back into his throat.

This hair rope...

It slipped off when she stood up.

The loosely tied ponytail became messy and was blown by the wind, brushing against the tip of his nose.

Ye Kong was in a hurry to get into the tent to check his results and did not notice the fallen hair rope.

And Wen Can...

Looking at the hair tie in his palm, the man raised his hand to support his forehead helplessly.

He really didn't want to recall how he had been able to quickly pick up the little thing and put it in his pocket, and how he pretended to be ignorant and silent when Ye Kong came downstairs, touched his hair and said that the hair tie was missing... It was too embarrassing.

but……

He closed his eyes and sighed, but his palms tightened, hiding the hair rope in the warm palm lines.

At this moment, the phone suddenly vibrated. Wen Can took a look and saw that it was an unfamiliar number.

He picked up the phone and put the hair tie into his pocket. When he heard the voice on the other end, his expression faded silently.

"Wen Can, let me ask you..."

Qin Zheng's nervous voice said, "You didn't install surveillance cameras in your guest room, did you?"

“…I’m not that perverted.”

If there were any audience members in the room, they would be amazed at the man's face-changing skills. Even his voice seemed to cool by 20 degrees.

"But..." He changed the subject and smiled slyly, "Although I'm not pretending, I can't guarantee the safety of other people living in this manor."

"..."

·

Qin Zheng was holding the phone under the quilt, and her whole body was numb.

She poked her head out from under the quilt. The exquisite and elegant chandelier cast deep and shallow shadows in the spacious guest room. The room, which seemed to be aesthetically pleasing and grand before, suddenly became gloomy and cold. Even the entire huge Wen's manor became eerie and cold.

"You, you, you lied to me, right? Are all your family members so perverted?"

Her voice was trembling and fear was almost flowing out of her pores, but the person on the other end had no mercy on her. He just sneered contemptuously and hung up the phone without hesitation.

"Hello? Hello? Don't hang up!"

Qin Zheng looked at her phone for a while, wanting to cry but unable to cry, but finally got up and went into the bathroom.

She turned on all the faucets and watched the water begin to fill up in the bathtub and the steam rise. Only then did she make up her mind and call Mrs. Qin.

·

When Mrs. Qin got up in the middle of the night for a phone call.

There was another knock on Wen Can's study room door.

He raised his head and saw the old man's increasingly tired face behind the antique display cabinet.

The old butler who had been following him like a robot all year round came in with a cell phone and handed it to him.

Wen Can looked at the phone, then looked at the old man, only to hear him say with a sullen expression: "Call your dad, right now!"

Wen Can was silent for a few seconds and took the phone.

As he lowered his eyes and then looked up again, a very sarcastic smile slipped across the corner of his lips.