Absurd marriage

The alliance secretariat is an instrumental institution of the royal family, which has long been a tacit consensus in the southern society.

Sheng Jisong, as the secretary-general, theoretically needs to be responsible to the royal family and the public.

In practice, when the interests of the two conflict, the balance automatically tilts towards the royal family.

On the tenth day after the disappearance case was solved, the relevant progress report was delivered to Ouyang Hong through his hand.

The department rescued another 3000 victims during those precious ten days.

After trying my best to stop the loss, the case could no longer be hidden.

He took the initiative to present the situation at the most appropriate time.

Ouyang Hong flipped through the six-page list of victims in the document, and the first sentence he said was:

"Don't trouble Zhao Bailu."

Sheng Jisong was not surprised at all, he gave the old plan: "Same as before, I will let Wan Rong cooperate and find a scapegoat, and the case will be over."

Ouyang Hong threw the document back on the table, picked up the red wine glass, and took a sip leisurely.

There was no one else in the reception room, so he let go and said a few heartfelt words:

"The extra taxes that Zhao Bailu has paid in the past ten years have filled me with a lot of pitfalls in my debts. I can't let go of the burden."

Sheng Jisong sorted out the messed up documents, closed the cover, and covered the list of victims.

Zhao Bailu is really good at making dirty money. He is a brutal and cunning businessman.

The dirty money he earned was cleaned up by investing in chain supermarkets and various industries under his name, and he was very "generous". With a profit of 10 billion, he was willing to use 6 million to curry favor with Ouyang Hong, a "rich man".

That's why his dirty business can last for ten years. Although the investigation this time was unexpected, he is not afraid. He listened to the concert, took photos of his fiancée to molest, and planned the engagement banquet happily.

Probably realizing that the dirty things that were exposed this time were too dirty, Ouyang Hong put down his wine glass and looked at the Secretary-General with a slight warning: "Let those who know these things shut up."

"Your brother Sheng Ling, will he be 18 in a month?"

Sheng Jisong took a tight breath.

"The rules of the Ten Offices, when you become an adult, you can assign tasks to go to the front line."

"Your Highness!"

"Don't worry, Ji Song." Ouyang Hong stood up, walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "As long as you faithfully serve the royal family, I guarantee that he won't be able to do dangerous tasks, and Sheng Ling will do it in a down-to-earth manner." a mascot."

......

Jiang Zheng waited outside the living room for 2 hours before Sheng Jisong came out.

It wasn't until he walked out of the palace that Sheng Jisong warned the special assistant around him again with a sullen face: "You'd better forget about Zhao Bailu, don't try to find Wan Rong, and don't reveal any news to Jin Liushen. Jiang Zheng, do your best." Don't meddle in your own business anymore."

"Yes."

Jiang Zheng could feel the low air pressure on his body, and probably guessed that Ouyang Hong had put pressure on Sheng Jisong, and he responded with his mouth, but he just let it go without thinking.

The engagement banquet at the end of the month is just around the corner.

Sheng Jisong originally didn't plan to attend, but after meeting Ouyang Hong that day, he asked Jiang Zheng to adjust the time of the day, and the invitation was also found in the trash can.

On the day of the engagement, Jiang Zheng, as the secretary's personal assistant, was also there.

The engagement banquet was held at the highest-level castle hotel in the alliance. The last person to hold a wedding banquet here was a relative minister of Ouyang's family.

The internal structure of the castle is complex. The open-air corridor runs through the 100-square-meter green lawn. The banquet is set in the magnificent banquet hall in the castle. The following is like a giant oil painting framed in a photo frame.

Jiang Zheng used the name of taking the wine to get out of Sheng Jisong's sight, walked around the whole castle, noted down all the exits and corners, and by the way locked on Shen Le among the crowd.

The pianist is dressed up and is the most dazzling gentleman today. He is surrounded by relatives and friends, and everyone has joy on their faces. Only he has a sad face. The white swan with its head held high hangs its proud head on the engagement day, as if to greet Fate bowed its head.

The confident and calm pianist on the stage is full of lifelessness off the stage, making him look like two different people.

Jiang Zheng's eyes wandered around Shen Le, and soon saw the "wild boar" wandering in the corridor.

He was wearing the largest suit, with an exaggeratedly protruding beer belly, and he was talking loudly with his mobile phone. The surrounding environment was noisy, Jiang Zheng couldn't hear clearly, and was about to take a closer look, when Sheng Jisong stopped him, and Jiang Zheng just stopped in his tracks , raised his head and took a sip of the champagne in his hand, then turned around and smiled naturally at Mr. Sheng.

Sheng Jisong walked up to him and asked him, "It takes so long to get a drink?"

"I heard that the champagne of the Royal Hotel is only available to distinguished guests, so I came here to taste it."

Jiang Zheng took another glass of champagne from the passing waiter and handed it to Sheng Jisong: "Maybe you like it too."

Seeing him smiling at him, Sheng Jisong thought that the subtle unhappiness caused by the disappearance case had dissipated. He took the wine glass and accepted Jiang Zheng's hint of reconciliation—although the boss didn't need to care about the emotions of a subordinate, but Jiang Zheng was different, and he couldn't tell what was different, probably because he didn't want to see his bright and beautiful face that was cold every day.

He followed Jiang Zheng's gaze and seemed to understand: "If you like Shen Le, I can ask someone to reserve VIP tickets for the next two years' concerts for you."

This is a bit deceptive.

Jiang Zheng was stunned for a moment, then asked with a smile, "Are you still booking the couple seat?"

"..." Sheng Jisong was a little serious: "For the sake of confidentiality, you are not allowed to fall in love with unrelated people during your tenure."

"Is the boss considered an irrelevant person?"

Sheng Jisong: "..."

"I'm joking, sir." Jiang Zheng didn't need an answer, he just said it casually.

His attention was all on Zhao Bailu, so he naturally didn't notice that Mr. Sheng's face turned red just now.

The champagne that Jiang Zheng handed over must be too strong.

Sheng Jisong thought.

The engagement party is about to begin.

The distinguished guests came one after another. In this kind of social occasion, Sheng Jisong was the most sought-after person for relationship. Everyone wanted to make friends with the Secretary-General so that they could gain official career or business benefits for themselves.

It was precisely because he was so eye-catching that Jiang Zheng by his side became dispensable. When he slipped away, no one paid attention.

In the banquet hall, Zhao Bailu was embracing Shen Le to greet his friends, and the group of rough alphas coaxed their sister-in-law to toast, so Zhao Bailu took a cup and stuffed it into Shen Le's hand, forcing him to call his friends Say "Brother".

Shen Le raised his glass, glanced at the group of hooligans in suits and leather shoes, and then poured the red wine in the glass on Zhao Bailu's fat face:

"Call it yourself!"

After finishing speaking, he tried his best to push his thick arms away, squeezed out the crowd of spectators, and ran outside, Shen Le's parents quickly chased him out.

Jiang Zheng, who was standing in the corner, noticed that Shen Le's eyes were red from being forced, and he must have endured it to the extreme.

Zhao Bailu's dress was stained with red wine, but he wasn't annoyed. He calmed down his buddies and prepared to change.

He broke away from the crowd and walked to the second floor. Jiang Zheng mixed in with the crowd and followed.

The guests in the promenade are not so dense, only a few ladies and ladies are holding cakes and admiring the hot red roses that bloom in the garden in accordance with the seasons. Clothes room rush.

"AH!!! MY DRESS!!!"

A scream made the dressmaker stop in his tracks. He looked back and saw a lady by the fountain holding up her skirt in panic. Looking carefully, her long skirt had a big opening from her thigh. In this way, the white skin was exposed to the public.

There were not many people by the fountain, but the crowd would soon be attracted by the screams of the ladies. The costumer took out the sewing kit in his pocket in accordance with the most basic gentleman etiquette, walked quickly to the fountain, and pulled it over. The lady went to the corner, knelt down and sewed the skirt for her.

When I got closer, I realized that the rip in the skirt was not serious, it only reached the upper third of the thigh, even if the whole skirt was left out, it was still a conservative short skirt length. The reason why this lady panicked was probably because she was scared arrive.

"Someone stepped on my skirt!"

She turned pale and said to the costumer, and looked back to the fountain, but there was no suspicious person.

Just now, a figure flashed by, and the sound of the silk tearing was heard in the ear, and then, the legs felt cold, and when I looked down, the skirt had been torn!

The costumer glanced at the corner of the skirt, it was a neat rip, and he concluded:

"Someone cut your dress with a knife."

.......

At the other end of the corridor, Jiang Zheng put the knife back on the long table full of exquisite pastries, nothing happened.

Zhao Bailu had already returned to the dressing room ahead of time. He slumped on the sofa, untied his tie and coat, and didn't want to move. He just waited for the dresser to come and change his clothes.

He was a little drunk, and in addition to being obese, he had three layers of fat on his stomach as soon as he sat down, and he didn't bother to move at all.

On the table directly opposite the sofa, there is a photo of Shen Le.

Thinking that this proud and noble young master Shen is about to become his wife in a cage, a wretched smile appeared on his fat face. He was immersed in the complacency of eating "swan meat", and he didn't realize that the door of the room was closed People push away from the outside.

The footsteps landed lightly as a feather.

Zhao Bailu was so lustful that he pushed Shen Le onto the bed, and when he bit his gland, his own neck tightened!

The severe pain of throat slit made him wake up suddenly. He realized that there was a thread strangling his neck. He tried to call for help, but he could only make a few breath sounds, struggling with his hands and feet, trying to get away from the sofa, but the thread , but strangled him with an irresistible force!

You can even hear the sound of blood vessels breaking!

He smelled the smell of blood, and when he was dying, he raised his neck bluntly, his pupils turned up, and the floating light of the glass lamp reflected on a beautiful face.

He had done a lot of evil in this life, but there were no evil ghosts in the revolving lantern before he died, but a fairy came to the world and stared at him with compassion.

Jiang Zheng raised the corner of his mouth and smiled softly at Zhao Bailu. At the same time, with force, the golden thread cut the man's Adam's apple, and blood spurted out.

The whole process of cutting the throat is very quiet.

The thread was pulled away from the flesh and blood, losing the support point of strength, Zhao Bailu's head fell back 180 degrees on the back of the sofa, and half of his neck was broken.

Blood splattered on Shen Le's photo - he did tarnish the haughty swan, in this way.

Jiang Zheng picked up the lighter on the table and lit a cigarette. As soon as the blood-stained gold thread hit the fire, it burned to ashes in a second.

The smoke that destroyed the crime tool was inserted into Zhao Bailu's bluffed mouth.

He took off his gloves, walked to the vent on the balcony, blew the wind for a while, and after confirming that there was no smell on his body, he picked up the wine glass that had just been placed on the table, straightened his cuffs, left the second floor, walked to the fountain, and picked up the wine. The next red rose was delivered to the lady whose skirt was cut off, and the gentleman "apologies": "Madam, you are more beautiful than flowers today."

The lady didn't understand the deep meaning of his words, but when she was praised by the handsome opposite sex, her mood instantly improved, and she happily took the rose.

"Jiang Zheng!"

Sheng Jisong's voice came from behind, Jiang Zheng turned around, and smiled briskly at him in the sunlight: "I'm here!"

At the same time, there was a scream from the costumer on the second floor.