After rebirth, I want to divorce every day

After walking a certain distance, Jiang Ke finally let go of his hand.

Wen Quchen drooped the corners of his mouth and rubbed his wrists, and when he looked up, he saw Jiang Ke looking at him with a serious expression.

"Why did you help Ke Yilin?"

Agitated by his questioning tone, the negative emotions that had been suppressed in Wen Quchen's heart gradually surged up, and his heart seemed to be on fire.

"Mr. Jiang, please pay attention to your tone. What I do and how I do it has nothing to do with you. If you continue to dictate my affairs, we should divorce as soon as possible."

After saying this, Wen Quchen didn't even look at him, and turned to leave, missing the panic that flashed in Jiang Ke's eyes.

It just so happened that several artists from Chenyue gathered around to toast Jiang Ke, and he could only watch Wen Quchen leave.

The scene just now was watched by many people, but the voices of the two were not loud, and the crowded and noisy hall completely covered their voices, so everyone did not hear what the two said in detail. Just a guess.

Conflict between a popular artist and an investor is a happy event for other artists, so everyone just ignores it as a joke.

Wen Quchen came to the bathroom with a cold face, and only then did he show his anger, "Jiang Ke, the bastard, dare to question me, I really don't know it's because of his courage!"

He put his hand under the cold water angrily, his anger and irritability gradually calmed down, and a sense of helplessness gradually came to his heart.

He once again felt the difference in Jiang Ke.

In his previous life, Jiang Ke never questioned any of his decisions face to face like this, and always respected and supported him, even if there was something he disagreed with, he would never look at him like that.

Wen Quchen raised his hands to cover his face, forcing back the moisture in his eyes.

When he adjusted his condition and returned to the meeting hall, an acquaintance walked over to him.

It's just that this acquaintance is not very pleasing, Wen Quchen looked at the person who was obviously walking towards him, and stood there without moving, wanting to see what kind of moth this person was going to do.

"Qu Chen," Shang Li raised the wine glass in his hand, clinking glasses while calling.

Wen Quchen remained calm.

Seeing the unresponsive opponent, the hypocritical smile on Shang Li's face froze for a moment, and then he continued to speak without any abnormality: "That's right, what happened before was indeed that I, the economic man, didn't take care of him properly, and Jiamu This kid took a detour."

"But you see, he is still young after all, and he can't do things with his brain. You see, for the sake of our previous experience in the same company, adults don't remember villains, so don't bother with him."

Wen Quchen didn't speak, just looked at him quietly, and when he started sweating, he said, "Brother Li, how old is Gao Jiamu?"

Shang Li didn't expect him to ask such a question, and after realizing what he meant, he replied with embarrassment: "2, 25."

"Does Brother Li know how old I am?" Wen Quchen's voice was still gentle, but it sounded slightly mocking.

Shang Li's face was a bit ugly.

Wen Quchen became famous at a young age and has been in the circle for more than ten years. From this point of view, he is the predecessor of many people.

But judging from his age of 22, he is really young.

"So Brother Li," Wen Quchen adjusted his sleeves slowly, and the monk Li passed by, "I am so young, I really can't ignore it."

Originally thought that the words have been said so clearly, Shang Li should have understood his attitude.

Unexpectedly, only ten minutes later, the person came up to him again, talking to him as if nothing had happened just now.

Facing so many people, possibly even reporters who got in, Wen Quchen couldn't make the scene too rigid.

They are all actors, and no one can play the other.

He was talking nonsense following Shang Li's words, with a gentle and harmless expression, as if he wasn't the one who said the harsh words just now.

It's just that as time passed, Wen Quchen began to feel something was wrong.

What does Shang Li want to do?What does it mean to keep pestering him here?

He frowned calmly, and wanted to get away, but he didn't expect Shang Li to grab him directly.

"Qu Chen, don't rush away, we haven't finished talking yet."

Wen Quchen was sure they were going to play something, his eyes turned cold, and he said coldly, "Let go!"

He had lived with Jiang Ke for ten years, and if he had learned something from Jiang Ke, it might be the so-called aura of a superior.

As soon as the usually gentle eyes cooled down, the clear spring in the eyes turned into a cold pool, which made people tremble.

Shang Li unconsciously let go of his hand.

He walked quickly to the lounge and called Zou Ming.

"Brother Ming, has Monk Gao Jiamu made any suspicious moves recently?"

Zou Ming has been busy looking for new artists recently, so he specially asked for a leave of absence for this year's annual meeting to take a rest and was not present.

When he received his call, Zou Ming looked solemn, afraid that his little ancestor would be framed again, "I didn't notice any special movements from them, and they've been quite quiet recently. What's wrong? Is something wrong?"

Wen Quchen rubbed his brows, and heaved a sigh of relief, "It's okay, Brother Ming, but Shang Li has been pestering me for talking today, so I thought they were going to do something again."

"Okay, Brother Ming, you can rest first, don't worry, I can handle it."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Quchen still felt a little uneasy, as if there was something he hadn't noticed.

Just as he was thinking, the phone thought again, and the words Zhang Zhengqing appeared on the screen.

His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly picked up the phone.

"what happened?"

"Mr. Wen, I can't get in touch with Mr. Jiang. Is he with you?"

Wen Quchen stood up from the sofa, tightening his grip on the phone, "No. Since when have you been unable to contact him?"

"Half an hour ago."

"I know Mr. Jiang met last year. I thought he was with you, so I didn't answer the phone. But there is an urgent matter that Mr. Jiang needs to deal with, so I called you." Zhang Zhengqing also became anxious.

It is not a trivial matter that the president of the Jiang Group cannot be contacted.

"Assistant Zhang, hurry over to Guiyuan right now. I'll check the surveillance first. When you arrive, evacuate the reporters at the gate. Remember to bring more people with you."

"Good Mr. Wen."

After hanging up Zhang Zhengqing's phone, he immediately called out Jiang Ke's mobile phone number to try to contact him, but he still couldn't reach him.

Some bad premonitions floated in Wen Quchen's mind, but he didn't have time to think here, so he quickly calmed down and ran towards the monitoring room.

In a high-standard hotel like Guiyuan, surveillance is not easy to see.He was stopped outside the monitoring room, and the security personnel stood at the door like two door gods.

Wen Quchen took a few deep breaths, held back his impatience, and took out his cell phone to make a call.

Soon, the hotel manager came.

"Young Master Wen, why didn't you tell me when you came here? Look, isn't the flood flooding the Dragon King Temple?" The manager shook hands with him politely, and his mouth was full of polite words.

"Manager Liu, I have something to check on the monitoring right now, don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you, just the monitoring in the corridors and halls."

Manager Liu smiled obsequiously, "Looking at what Wen Shao said, you can check if you want, please."

Wen Quchen called up Jiang Ke's surveillance records after he separated from him.

In the surveillance, after Jiang Ke got rid of the people surrounding him, he kept looking around, as if he was looking for someone.

Then I went to the bathroom and went upstairs to the lounge.

Then he seemed to see someone and quickly followed.

Then Jiang Ke disappeared into the surveillance.

Wen Quchen looked carefully at the surveillance in other places again, and Jiang Ke had indeed disappeared just like that.

The last place to appear is the hallway of the rooms above the meeting hall.

"What's going on here, Manager Liu? Why is there a blind spot in the hotel surveillance?"

When Manager Liu saw that he was looking for Jiang Ke, his smiling face collapsed, and cold sweat oozes from his back, "Young Master Wen, I didn't expect this to happen. A monitor in the corridor broke down this morning, and I haven't had time to fix it yet." , I didn’t expect that Jiang would always disappear.”

Wen Quchen stared at the place where Jiang Ke last appeared, and said coldly, "He's not missing."

"Huh?" Manager Liu was puzzled.

"He's in the hotel room." Wen Quchen ordered calmly, "Find a few more people and ask them from room to room to see if there is something strange about any room."

The meeting hall downstairs is still mingling, you come and go, there is a peaceful and calm surface, and the upstairs is also undercurrents because of Jiang Ke's loss of contact.

Guiyuan has a lot of rooms, and today, for the annual meeting of the two companies, a large number of rooms were vacated for artists to rest.

Zhang Zhengqing also rushed over quickly, and followed Wen Quchen knocking on the door after door, most of the rooms were empty.

Until room 6082.

There was a sound from inside.

A familiar "who is it?"

Wen Quchen's eyes turned cold for a moment, he took the one in Manager Liu's hand and opened the door, then quickly closed the door.

The light in the room was soft and dim, and there was an indescribably strange fragrance in the air.

It smells like a burning candle.

A man stood not far from the door.

Gao Jiamu.

He was wearing the same clothes as him, a black suit with silver dark patterns.

Two people of similar height looked almost identical from behind.

Wen Quchen looked inward, and saw Jiang Ke lying on the bed, with messy clothes.

Gao Jiamu smiled maliciously when he saw him, "Brother Wen, why don't you share such a good resource, and it made me spend so much effort to get Boss Jiang."

Wen Quchen narrowed his eyes, "Gao Jiamu, don't challenge my bottom line."

"You'd better not do anything to Jiang Ke, otherwise, I will make your life worse than death."

He said the last four words one by one, grabbed Gao Jiamu's collar, dragged him to the door, opened the door and threw him out.

"Call the doctor immediately."

"Also, tie him up and lock him up. Wait for Jiang Ke to deal with it himself."

"Yes, Mr. Wen."

After closing the door, Wen Quchen walked quickly to the messy bed, bent down and touched Jiang Ke's face, it was very hot, with abnormal flushing.

He turned on the light in the room, and he could see the person on the bed clearly.

Eyes quivered.

Jiang Ke's arm was stained with blood, full of bite marks and pinch marks.

The depth of the wound seemed to be deliberately ruthless in order to keep awake.

He held Jiang Ke's hand carefully, and his heart was in a ball.

Suddenly there was a strong force in his hand, pulling him up.

Wen Quchen lowered his head and looked up, meeting a pair of red eyes.

There is a desire that is ready to come out.

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