He walks the career path in Shurachang

It was still raining.The arrogant wind shuttled between the woods on both sides of the road, making the branches sway.

The pouring rain fell on the roof of the Bentley and trickled down the door.

Umbrellas have almost lost their due effect, and the cold wind and rain are pervasive, grabbing people's collars and burrowing into their necks.

Shang Heng hugged Wen Ruiyun's waist and stuffed him into the passenger seat. The heating in the car had already been exhausted, and the damp and cold wind came in from the gap. Even with the windows closed, the narrow space was filled with bone-chilling cold.

The engine started, and the water vapor outside the windshield evaporated into a thin mist on the front of the car, which dissipated in a blink of an eye.

Shang Heng glanced at the left rearview mirror, Rong Zhi's car was still in place, and as the two of them left, the field of vision became smaller and smaller, and finally there was only a faint glimmer left, completely thrown into the night .

Dark red blood was solidified on the steering wheel. Shang Heng frowned and glanced at Wen Ruiyun who was leaning on the back of the chair. The man looked tired, but he still refused to close his eyes, and looked straight at him.

"Shang Heng..."

Shang Heng immediately interrupted him: "Don't talk yet. I'll take you to the hospital."

Wen Ruiyun shook his head slowly: "It's just a flesh injury, turn around and go back to the manor, Lao Wu will call a personal doctor."

Shang Heng remembered what he ran into at Wen's Manor at night, raised his eyebrows a little unhappily, and raised his voice: "Where is it just a flesh injury? How did you, a dignified president, make yourself like this? I don't know, but I thought you were killed by a vixen. It's drained of energy!"

Running to chase cars on the highway in heavy rain like this?

The more Shang Heng thought about it, the more angry he became: "Fortunately, there was no rear-end collision tonight. If you can't fix it, you can wait to reincarnate! I won't go to your grave."

Wen Ruiyun found it funny looking at his angry look, and wanted to reach out to touch his face, but his limbs seemed to be filled with lead, and he fell halfway up.

Pain stimulates adrenaline, and after a short period of excitement, the nerves are doubled back with fatigue, fatigue and pain.

The body that has overdrawn its potential is like a bow that has been stretched to the extreme. It has lost the strength to stretch, and there are waves of numbness and dull pain in the wound on the palm. Wen Ruiyun reluctantly moved his fingers and hooked Shang Heng's clothes.

It was full of rainwater, and it felt wet and cold to the touch, and it was uncomfortable to touch. The heart that was hanging in his chest finally settled down.

"What are you doing?" Shang Heng kept his eyes on the road illuminated by the headlights ahead, but his peripheral vision fell on the corner of the clothes being held by Wen Ruiyun.

Wen Ruiyun smiled faintly: "I got you."

Shang Heng: "..."

He struggled to move his other hand, as if he had pulled out a small gadget, a small metal buckle hung on his index finger, and there was a fluffy mini felt doll attached to it.

The white and round body with two heads looks like a little wolf cub, except that there is a small light gray hat on the top of the head, and two sheep horns are coiled on the edge.

Shang Heng was taken aback for a moment, and when he took it, there was a little blood on the tip of the wolf's tail, which was fainted by the rain again, fading into a pink color miraculously.

Wen Ruiyun blinked slowly: "This Valentine's Day gift for you... Sorry, it got a little dirty."

Shang Heng held the steering wheel with one hand, held it in the palm of his hand, and gently played with the sheep ear hat with his fingertips. His tightly pursed lips could not help but draw a little arc: "You have been doing this in the tree house?"

Wen Ruiyun hummed lightly.

Shang Heng no longer struggled with the pimple in his heart, drove up the elevated highway, turned around in a big arc, turned around and went straight to Wen's Manor.

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Returning to Wen's Manor again, the guards and security guards that Shang Heng had seen before seemed to have changed. From the gate to the main hall, there were a lot more bodyguards.

Servants came and went in and out of the mansion, the atmosphere was quiet but tense, not even the slightest panting could be heard.

Secretary Wu was already waiting in the side hall with his personal doctor. Wen Shengqi and Wen Ranran walked back and forth anxiously, finally saw Shang Heng sending Wen Ruiyun back, heaved a sigh of relief, and hurriedly surrounded him.

"Brother, are you okay? Why did you hurt your hand?" Wen Ranran cried anxiously, "They said that gangsters entered the house, and your appearance scared me!"

Wen Shengqi also panicked: "I don't know what happened to that wine, brother, I'm sorry, it's all my fault!"

"Okay, I don't blame you this time." Wen Ruiyun waved his hand, leaning half of his body weight on Shang Heng's body, his eyes were filled with red tiredness, "I'm fine, you all go to rest."

In the master bedroom at the end of the corridor on the second floor, the room with constant temperature is warm and bright, and the warm light at the head of the bed falls on everyone's serious faces.

Wen Ruiyun changed into home clothes, lay on the head of the bed with eyes closed and rested, with one hand resting outside the quilt, the cuff rolled up to the elbow, revealing a cool forearm.

The doctor handled the wound on his palm skillfully and neatly, and took out a small tube of blood. The dark red liquid swayed in the test tube. The doctor said:

"Mr. Wen may have mistakenly ingested a diet containing □□ drug ingredients, which have the effects of sedation, hypnosis, and muscle relaxation, and may even have aphrodisiac ingredients. We need to go back and test for details."

Shang Heng was sitting on the single sofa beside the bed, his brows twitched when he heard "Aphrodisiac" twice, his eyes sank slightly: "Is it serious?"

The doctor shook his head: "Fortunately, the amount absorbed by the human body is not large, otherwise Mr. Wen would have fallen into a coma long ago, and he would not be able to persist until this time. After taking the medicine to nourish the body, he recovered quickly. The palm of his hand was injured, which is not serious. , It just looks scary, be careful not to get water on the wound, and change the dressing regularly."

Secretary Wu wrote down the precautions one by one, bent slightly, and nodded: "Understood, thank you doctor."

"Old Wu, where's Fang Yang?" On the bedside, Wen Ruiyun leaned on the pillow, his voice still dry and hoarse.

Secretary Wu: "He has been put under temporary custody according to your wishes. The subordinates tried to question him, but he was talking nonsense in agitated manner. The Fang family has already sent someone to investigate. Whether it needs to be handed over to the police or contact Fang The chairman and his wife, please show me."

Wen Ruiyun's gaze shifted to Shang Heng: "What do you think?"

Shang Heng said indifferently: "I don't want to get involved in the Fang family's affairs, you can handle it yourself."

Wen Ruiyun thought for a while, and said: "This is the end of the matter, what he said is irrelevant, let it be handed over to the police, and another person will be sent to inform Chairman Fang and his wife, as well as the whereabouts of Shang Heng's adoptive mother, and the key witnesses must be found together. Guan Shangheng's life experience must be investigated and revealed."

Shang Heng frowned slightly: "I don't want to interact with the Fang family."

I don't know how to explain this matter of life experience. Before he transmigrated into the book, the book was just a book constructed with two-dimensional characters, and his blood relationship with the Fang couple was only a part of the original book's setting.

Even though the characters are now real people, it would be too awkward to call him the parents of a strange couple.

Wen Ruiyun was not too surprised, nodded: "It's up to you."

Secretary Wu got the instruction and quietly exited the bedroom.

Shang Heng folded his left leg over his right leg, and leaned lazily on the back of the chair, holding a bowl of ginger soup in his hand, which was steaming slightly, and the white porcelain spoon lightly touched the wall of the bowl while stirring, making a crisp and melodious sound. sound.

He raised his eyebrows, lowered his eyelashes, and looked down at Wen Ruiyun condescendingly. His eyes were quiet and deep, and his tone was calm without any emotion: "The wound has been bandaged, and the medicine has been drunk. Now you can explain."

Looking at his posture, Wen Ruiyun looked like he was going through a three-room trial. His throat tightened, and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous in his heart just now. He was still angry...

The bandage-wrapped hands moved, Wen Ruiyun sorted out his thoughts in his mind, and said slowly: "I canceled all the company's affairs and schedules in the afternoon, and I rarely gave myself half a day off to make blankets for you in the tree house."

"I thought about spending time with you tonight, and I didn't want to be disturbed by other people and things, so I told the servants of the manor not to go to the back garden to disturb me no matter what happened. At that time, I didn't expect that such an accident would happen , but tricked myself."

Shang Heng: "What accident? Fang Yang broke in?"

Wen Ruiyun shook his head: "You said at that time that there was an urgent meeting to be held in Huaimeng, and it was raining outside. How could I have such a leisurely time, so I opened the wine you gave me, drank a few glasses, and Waiting for you while enjoying the rain..."

Shang Heng frowned: "How could the wine..."

"Don't think too much about it, the alcohol thing must have nothing to do with you." Wen Ruiyun coughed twice and continued, "At this time, I suddenly received an anonymous email, which said that you were born at the same time as Mrs. Fang The matter of giving birth, and the photo of your adoptive father meeting Fang Yang."

Shang Heng: "What about the mail?"

Wen Ruiyun sighed, and stared at him with deep black eyes: "Unfortunately, this anonymous email has a regular deletion program, and it will be automatically deleted after a few minutes of reading, so I have no evidence."

Shang Heng was speechless for a while, and then said: "It seems that the person who sent this email is very thoughtful. Once I completely lose trust in you, your explanation will be nothing more than empty words."

Wen Ruiyun nodded slightly: "I realized that there is a problem with your life experience, and immediately prepared to send someone to investigate. Unexpectedly, something even more coincidental happened. Fang Yang came to visit me at this time."

The corner of Shang Heng's mouth twitched: "So in order to find out about this, you let him in?"

"Since I received this email and Fang Yang took the initiative to come to the door again, I naturally want to find out his purpose and reality."

Wen Ruiyun smiled helplessly: "Before the matter was found out, he was always the son of the Fang Group, and he was also a famous person who came to visit him anyway."

"I also had dealings with the Fang family before. The people in the manor knew him, and they got my permission to let him go. I'm afraid it's a matter of course. They mistook him for one of the guests I was waiting for."

Shang Heng moved his body while sitting on the sofa, changed his sitting position, and asked displeasedly: "Why didn't you let him go to the side hall?"

"Why would I let him here?"

Wen Ruiyun's eyes sank slightly, and he shook his head slowly: "It was only when I was about to leave the tree house that I suddenly felt dizzy, my limbs were weak, and I couldn't control my hands and feet, so I realized that there was something tricky in the wine."

"The gift you gave me was handed over to me by Sheng Qi. I never expected that there would be any problems, so I got caught..."

"At that moment, Fang Yang broke in."

Shang Heng sat up straight involuntarily, frowning in thought.

Wen Ruiyun closed his eyes: "I was weak at the time, and I could barely maintain my mind, and Fang Yang's mental state was very unstable, and he was already desperate."

"I don't know if you remember the last time you came to the tree house. Under the eagle head specimen on the wall of the tree house, there is a shotgun with bullets in it. I used it for self-defense, and now it fell into his hands. .”

Shang Heng's face darkened in an instant, even though he knew that Wen Ruiyun was lying in front of him and was not shot, he still couldn't help being terrified.

"I didn't dare to provoke him, so I could only follow his words, so while delaying time and making false claims with him, I secretly tried to contact Lao Wu under his nose, and asked Lao Wu to bring someone to subdue him. Who would have thought that you It came first."

"But, how could the person who sent you the mail count your drinking time exactly?"

Wen Ruiyun said lightly: "I guess, even if I didn't drink it in advance, Fang Yang would find a way to let me drink it, otherwise why would there be aphrodisiac in it? Whether it makes you hear what you shouldn't hear or see what you shouldn't As you can see, the opponent's goal has been achieved."

Shang Heng got up from the sofa, sat on the edge of the bed, looked at him with dark eyes: "At that critical moment, do you care if I misunderstood it or not? Why didn't you ask me for help immediately when you heard my footsteps?"

Wen Ruiyun's pale face slowly recovered a little color, he sighed softly, forced a smile, hooked his fingers around Shang Heng's: "How could I put you under the dangerous wall?"