Mr. Bai seems to have a secret

After that, Sui Han didn't see Bai Muchen for a while, but he would still think of him from time to time, wondering if he recovered from his illness.

He still lives a three-point and one-line life, spending time with the cat at home alone on weekdays, and spending time with Qiao Zhihe on rest days.After that night, he was more open to Qiao Zhihe, but he was a little conservative about going to bed, but Qiao Zhihe planned to let nature take its course and didn't want to force him.

The National Day is the busiest time. At that time, it can be said that Sui Han had no rest time. The boss slightly extended their working hours during the National Day, but they would also pay some overtime pay accordingly.He didn't relax until the National Day craze faded away.

When the National Day boom was over, one day Suihan was still busy going home in the middle of the night, the corridor was dark, and there was no response when pressing the corridor switch. I wondered if the light was broken.He walked up in the dark, and when he reached the door of his house, he took out his mobile phone and looked for the key while lighting it up. He finally found the key, and when he was about to open the door, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Something doesn't seem right behind.

Qiao Zhihe's door is open.

From outside the door, you can see the scene inside the door, but the inside is dark, with no light to be seen, and no sound to be heard.Sui Han took a picture inside with his mobile phone, and called out tentatively, "Xiao Qiao?"

No one responded.

Qiao Zhihe seldom goes out in the middle of the night, and even if he does, he will lock the door, which is impossible like now.He was a little worried, so he walked into the door, tentatively touched the switch of the chandelier in the living room on the wall of the door, and turned it on with a click.

The dark environment was suddenly filled with bright lights, and Sui Han's eyes narrowed slightly because he couldn't adapt to the light immediately. After his eyes could adapt to the bright light, he opened his eyes, but was caught by the ground. The sight stunned.

Footprints, footprints all over the ground.The floor of Qiao Zhihe's house is paved with white marble, so the black footprints are particularly obvious. The footprints start from the door of the house and extend inward. One row goes in, and another row goes out. Depending on the number, it should be There are three people.

In the end what happened?Burglary?

He didn't bother to take off his shoes, and walked to Qiao Zhihe's room along the rows of footprints.

The strange thing is that the mobile phone, computer and other valuables on the table are still well kept there, and there is no trace of opening the cabinets. The only suspicious point is that the bed is very messy, as if someone is lying on it Struggling in general.

So what exactly happened?

It was already late at night, even if he went to call the police, he would disturb the people and get no results. The next day, when he was about to go out to call the police, he ran into the landlady's wife in the corridor.

"Yo, Xiaonian, where are you going in such a hurry?"

"Go to the police!" Sui Han rushed down in a hurry, and rushed back in a few seconds, and asked the landlady who was sweeping the floor, "Excuse me, do you know Qiao Zhihe... is Where did the college student who lived next door to me go?"

"You said Xiao Qiao, oh, that's really a crime," the landlady sighed regretfully with a wrinkled face, and then said, "Not long after you left the house yesterday afternoon, there was a woman Come to me. Speaking of which, the woman is very well dressed and has a very unique temperament. I don’t know if she is the wife of a rich family. As soon as the lady met, she said that she was Xiao Qiao’s mother. Thank you for this time He took care of him, and then gave him a large sum of money, saying that he would not live here in the future.”

"His... mother?"

"I didn't believe it at first, but after a closer look, the two look alike. Oh, speaking of it, there are three tall men behind that lady. I wonder if they are bodyguards."

After hearing what the landlady said, Sui Han understood where Qiao Zhihe had gone.

In this case, it was useless for him to call the police. Qiao Zhihe only told him what kind of people his parents were, but he never told him their specific identities or where his home was. At home, he couldn't contact the other party at all.

But being taken away by his mother is better than being robbed, at least he knows that Qiao Zhihe is not safe now.

About three days later, the legendary Mrs. Joe paid a visit.

Convenience is just as the landlady said, dressed brightly, with a special temperament in every gesture, light makeup, and very well-maintained, who should be nearly 40 years old, but looks like he is in his [-]s age.

The first thing Mrs. Qiao said when she saw Sui Han was: "Are you Mr. Sui Hannian?"

Sui Han nodded, and suddenly thought of the plot that appeared in the TV series, and wondered in his eyes whether the other party's next sentence would be "give you 500 million, leave my son".

Fortunately, the other party was not so mundane. Mrs. Qiao smiled at Sui Han and continued, "Excuse me, may I come in and have a sit?"

The other party was more polite than he imagined, Sui Han froze for a moment, then took a step back and said, "Please come in."

After Mrs. Qiao walked in, she looked around Sui Han's house, and then said to him, "It's a very clean and warm house. It seems that you take care of it very carefully."

Sui Han was at a loss for being so polite. He rarely had contact with women of this age group, let alone someone with this status.He smiled a little embarrassedly and said, "Sit here first, and I'll get you a cup of tea."

"Thank you."

Sui Han searched at home for a long time but couldn't find any good tea, so he could only pour a cup of boiled water from a glass and put it in front of Mrs. Qiao, then sat down opposite Mrs. Qiao and said, "Sorry, there is no tea at home. .”

"It's okay." Mrs. Qiao didn't care, picked up the water glass and took a sip of water, then gently put the water glass down, and turned her gaze to Suihan again.

Mrs. Qiao kept staring at her, and Sui Han felt a little uncomfortable all over, so she asked, "Excuse me, why are you looking for me today?"

"For the sake of Xiaohe."

"Ah..." Sure enough.

"Some time ago, my husband told me that Xiaohe seemed to be in love with a man much older than him. At first I didn't believe it, so I took the time to ask Xiaohe. In the end, he admitted , and told me that the other party is a very good person. At that time, I was thinking, what kind of man can make my son's heart beat," Mrs. Qiao took a special look at Sui Han and said with a smile , "Seeing you today, it's really extraordinary."

Sui Han clearly felt that Mrs. Qiao was not as friendly as she appeared on the surface. He looked at her and asked straight to the point: "Where is he now?"

"At home, this kid is really real. I have no choice but to take some tough measures if I tell him not to go back."

"Strong means?" Sui Han frowned slightly, looking at the woman who had maintained a decent smile since entering the door, "He, he is your own son."

"It is precisely because he is his own son that he did this." Mrs. Qiao's expression and attitude became a little harsher, "Maybe you will not be happy to hear the next words, please forgive me. Xiaohe is me and I Mr.'s only son, I gave birth to him when I was 40 years old. He is my husband's favorite baby. We care about him and love him. We hope that he will become a good man and inherit his father's property in the future. Then marry an equally successful woman, get married and have children, this is his best life. Sorry, I don’t think your presence will help his life.”

"..."

"Maybe you are a very good person, but unfortunately, you don't have a good background. More importantly, you are a man and you can't have children, so please leave Xiaohe."

Although Mrs. Qiao's words were very tactful, Sui Han could still hear her contempt for him between the lines. He tried his best to suppress the anger rising in his heart, and said to Mrs. Qiao: "He is indeed your child, but he is also a child. For a living person, it's probably not good for you to decide his life like this."

Mrs. Qiao tickled the corners of her mouth, and then said: "Then what kind of life do you think is perfect for him? Being with a man older than himself, having no offspring, giving up the family property, and living a life of poverty Okay? No, no, the best life is to live a life without worrying about food and clothing, embrace a gentle and virtuous wife and children, don’t know what poverty is, don’t worry about tomorrow, and have children and grandchildren when you are old. .”

He couldn't take it anymore, so he said: "You are not him, how do you know that what he wants is the life you described? How do you know that he will definitely live a life without worrying about food and clothing, rather than a peaceful life of simple food and drink? "

"Then how do you know that he will not regret it in the future? How do you know that he will be willing to live a hard life with you? Can you guarantee that he will love you forever?"

Sui Han couldn't speak, because he couldn't guarantee that he was not Qiao Zhihe, and he couldn't answer for Qiao Zhihe.

"Because I am his mother, I have more say than anyone else in how he should live his life." Mrs. Qiao put away the decent smile she had kept since she entered the door, showing her real side.She didn't wait for Suihan to answer, and then said, "Your father is Nian Guohua, the chairman of the Nianshi Group that went bankrupt a few years ago, right? I went to check the old accounts of his company, and there are really many loopholes." ;By the way, your family has a younger sister, Nian Lu, who is in elementary school. She was adopted from an orphanage. The girl will take it away."

It seems that before the other party came here, he had already investigated his details clearly, and ruthlessly grasped his weakness to threaten him.He grasped the fabric of his trousers with both hands uneasily, and bit his lower lip tightly, for fear that he would do something he would regret on impulse.In the end, he let go and asked, "What do you want me to do?"

The author has something to say: Alright, Gouzi is about to go offline

I am very comfortable writing this damn rich family grievances, writing one chapter is as refreshing as watching ten episodes of a large-scale urban family ethics drama