After being cheated into marriage by ex-boyfriend[Transmigration Book]

The arrival time of 200 million was much faster than expected, less than a day.

This is enough to show Cen Chuncheng's fear of He Cidong.

Even if the whole world knows that He Cidong doesn't love him, Cen Jing, but as long as this marriage relationship exists, there will always be some people who need to weigh it before doing things.

This is probably the only use for Cen Jing now.

As for the gossip and rumors behind the scenes, it is basically irrelevant.

To get rid of the predicament of less than 200 yuan in savings, Cen Jing didn't think about what to do in the first place. In the current economy, [-] million is not too much, at least it is far from the level that makes Cen Jing feel safe.

And at about the same time, someone in the "Shi Du" company building also received the news.

He Cidong covered the pen in his hand, raised his eyes and asked, "What did you just say?"

The secretary looked constipated.

"Uh... your husband beat the young master of the Cen family. He also told many people in the second-generation circle that he would come to you for medical expenses."

As the boss's personal secretary, this kind of housework was originally out of her hands as a secretary.

But "Shidu" is different. This company was founded by He Cidong. From the beginning of investment to now involved in the Internet, technology, entertainment and other industries, the company's influence has been very large.

Personal image often represents the corporate image.

Cen Jing stayed in "Shi Du" for two years, but he was not very popular, and he never really got to work with He Cidong, instead he offended many people because of his personality.

People in the company have more or less heard gossip about the reason for their marriage.

But no matter what, the fate of these two people is now tied together, the so-called prosperity and prosperity and the loss of both.

There is no way to let it go.

He Cidong frowned and asked, "What's the situation now?"

"The young master of the Cen family went to the hospital and said that he suffered a comminuted fracture of his wrist. The rest of the Cen family didn't hear anything, so they probably didn't want to make a big deal out of it."

He Cidong hummed, and continued to ask: "Where's Cen Jing?"

"This..." The secretary was puzzled, "I don't know."

He Cidong's brows furrowed even deeper.

The secretary felt a little uneasy in his heart. It seemed that the boss hated Cen Jing as a recognized fact, and He Jidong had always been a person who hated others using his banner to cause trouble outside.

This Cen Jing didn't know if his brain was broken, and he became unscrupulous after getting married.

Secretary: "Do I need to help you contact him?"

He Cidong paused for two seconds, "No need."

The secretary said hello, thinking that it was over for Cen Jing this time.

Secretary: "Then do I need to order a flower basket in Mr. Cen's name and send it to the hospital?"

The secretary was very thoughtful, anyway, it was Cen Jing who beat him up, but because of his special status now, it would be considered as benevolent for them to help with some superficial effort.

As for private matters, how the boss wants to deal with it is not something she can do as a secretary.

The whole family of Cen's family flashed before He Cidong's eyes.

The tone was tinged with coldness: "If you hit it, hit it, there is no need."

He found that the presence of the name Cen Jing suddenly became obvious in the past two days.In the past two years, there was such a person hanging around all the time, and there was even such absurd thing as drugging him.

But when he really thought about it, apart from anger and disgust, he didn't really have a deep impression of this person.

On the contrary, now, when he heard that he had beaten someone to a bone, he felt that it was unexpected.

The secretary hesitated: "...you mean, don't care?"

"Ah."

The secretary was stunned, wondering why this was different from what she thought?

Although "Shi Du" has many conflicts of interest with Cen's company, they are now in a favorable position to prevail.She originally thought that the boss's displeasure was more aimed at Cen Jing personally, but now that she looked at it, it seemed that it was more aimed at the Cen family, but it seemed to be a bit partial to Cen Jing.

The secretary turned around and thought again, it was not right.

Who is the youngest of the Cen family?

Can Cen Jing end well if he provokes him?Cen Jing beat someone up this time, and there will be endless troubles waiting for him later.

If the boss doesn't care, it's just watching from the other side.

As far as Cen Jing's identity and personality are concerned, if he is not dead, he will be half disabled.

The secretary shuddered, and silently gave Cen two sticks of wax in his heart.

Cen Jing didn't know that he had become the abandoned son of the Cen family and her boss in Secretary He Cidong's heart, and he was slightly sympathized with.

At this time, he was heading towards the west of the city.

Because Liu Chong had heard that Yuanshen's own mother, Li Meilan, left a house back then, so he decided to go and have a look.

If the environment is too bad, it will be dealt with and cashed out. If it’s okay, it’s easy to clean up. It’s okay to have a retreat.

After all, he couldn't be sure, if He Cidong had a whim one day and came up with a classic scumbag quote "Get out of my house", he might really have to sleep on the street.

The experience of his previous life told him that the sense of crisis should always exist, and he should never let himself fall into such an unbearable situation.

Cen Jing asked Liu Chong to get the key.

It was about seven o'clock in the evening when we arrived in the west area of ​​the city.

When approaching the destination, there are large areas of low-rise houses everywhere, and the roads are full of garbage and sewage. It is hard to believe that such an economically developed city as Dongcheng actually has such a place.

The driver stopped when he was about 500 meters away from the destination.

He Cen Jing said: "Young man, the community you want to go to, walk 200 meters along this overpass, then turn left, and you will arrive after passing an abandoned elementary school."

Cen Jing: "Can't you drive there?"

The driver was very embarrassed and said, "I'm sorry, the construction is going on ahead, and the government is going to demolish and build a shopping mall. Besides, you see, my wife just called me several times to ask me to go home for dinner. If I want to drive there, I have to take a detour." , so I will trouble you to get out of the car and walk for a while.”

Cen Jing didn't have the habit of embarrassing others, so he nodded: "Okay."

He paid and got out of the car, stood on the side of the road and looked around.

The street lights here are quite far away, and there are no people at night.

Cen Jing bypassed a blackened banana peel and stood under the somewhat dim streetlight, regretting choosing to come here today.

When he was considering whether to change the time, there was a muffled humming sound from under the overpass in front.

Cen Jing hesitated for a moment, then took a step back to see where the sound came from.

Looks like they are fighting.

It is not right to say that there was a fight, it should be said that someone was unilaterally beaten.

This kind of corner is the best protection for evil deeds. As a lawyer, Cen Jing has seen a lot of human nature. Sometimes he feels that his heart is really hard, as if he never thought about this kind of thing. Come forward to help.

He is not the Holy Father, and he doesn't think the news of being stabbed to death under the bridge for his righteous deeds is of any value.

He was standing there, just when he had just pressed the three numbers 110 on the keypad of his mobile phone, when a shrill voice suddenly came from under the bridge, "Cen Jing!"

Cen Jing's fingers froze halfway, and he looked over there in surprise.

His position is easy for people to see him clearly, but he can't see any faces except for a few figures under the bridge, but his voice is still a bit familiar.

The voice over there continued: "No, I didn't lie to you, he is really someone I know."

"If you don't believe me, ask him!"

The group fight is also over.

Seeing this posture, Cen Jing put away his phone and walked over there.

The person lying in the shadows has dazzling yellow hair, and the T-shirt on his body is still a brand-name product. At this time, it is crumpled and stuck to his body. His face and exposed arms seem to have injuries of varying degrees.

The few boys standing aside seemed to be in their early twenties. When they saw Cen Jing approaching, they pointed at the man on the ground with a fierce face and asked him, "Do you know him?"

Cen Jing glanced at the people on the ground, "I don't know them."

A group of people: "..."

Cen Jing: "But I'm a lawyer. No matter what the reason is for beating others, you need to pay legal responsibility." He looked at the few people who were looking at each other, "You don't look like hooligans. If I didn't see anything, you go away."

The leading boy looked at the person lying on the ground, and then at Cen Jing.

It is estimated that Cen Jing's expression was too calm, which made them feel guilty instead.

Finally, pointing to the people on the ground, he said, "Zhong Ziliang, don't let me see you again, I beat you every time I see you."

Several people quickly disappeared under the flyover back and forth.

Cen Jing pressed his forehead, and looked at the people on the ground to be amused.

In such a short period of time, he crossed half of the city and met someone who scolded him and was beaten in such a crappy place. He didn't know whether it was Zhong Ziliang who was punished by God for his bad mouth, or his bad luck.

Cen Jing kicked the half-dead man lying on the ground, "Dead? It wasn't loud enough to call me just now."

"Not dead." The voice was also dead.

"If you don't, get out."

If this person is not Uncle Zhong's son, Cen Jing probably doesn't want to care about it.

He sighed, squatting on the ground and took out the phone from his pocket.

Zhong Ziliang grabbed his hand, probably pulling the wound, and his grinning expression could be seen in the dark night.He stared and said, "What are you doing? Give me back the phone."

Cen Jing held up his phone and looked at the yellow hair.

"Call the police, call your dad, pick one."

"I don't choose!" Zhong Ziliang completely lost his arrogant and domineering appearance in the He family's house, and his face was aggrieved: "I can't call the police, I just..."

"Don't tell me." Cen Jing interrupted him, "I'm not interested in knowing about you, nor do I care why you were beaten. The point is, I hate trouble."

Cen Jing stood up, "If you don't choose, you can stay here overnight."

After Cen Jing walked less than two steps, he found that his leg was being hugged.

A certain person looked like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, hung on his lap and shouted: "I was wrong! I apologize to you for scolding you, I am not human!"

"You really can bend and stretch." Cen Jing tugged on his leg, but it didn't come off.

When Cen Jing brought him back to the house that Yuanshen's mother left behind, it was half an hour later.

The building is on the sixth floor and there is no elevator.

This house is usually taken care of by Er Chong, and the water, electricity and gas are not cut off. When Cen Jing turned on the lights, he found that the environment was much better than he imagined.

In a small living room with two bedrooms and one living room, although the furniture looks old, it is better than cleanliness.

Some bastard limped after him into the house.

Cen Jing took out the medicine he bought on the way, threw it on the tea table and said, "Apply it yourself."

Zhong Ziliang looked at Cen Jing complicatedly while holding the bag.

Cen Jing didn't care about him, he went around to test the quality of the appliances in the house, and heard the people behind him say: "Cen Jing, I found that you are not as bad as I imagined."

Cen Jing almost pulled out the wire in his hand, turned his head and said angrily: "Then I should really thank you."

In the end, Cen Jing didn't call Uncle Zhong.

Zhong Ziliang was Uncle Zhong's old son, and Cen Jing also saw that this kid was probably being retaliated by someone, and it wasn't a big deal after all.So I can't bear to let people worry about it at such an age.

But he doesn't live here himself, and he really doesn't want to keep such a person in this house.

So an hour later, he took Zhong Ziliang's cell phone and called another person.

The phone rang three times and was picked up.

No one on the other end spoke.

Cen Jing spoke first: "It's me, Cen Jing."

The other end didn't know what they were doing, Cen Jing vaguely heard footsteps, and then the door opened.

There was a gentle voice speaking, relatively small, as if deliberately lowered to avoid disturbing others.

"Cidong, you have an unfamiliar call coming in, I see you are busy, so I answer it for you."

Then He Jidong's voice asked, "Whose is it?"

"I don't know, there is no note, and I didn't hear a voice when I asked."

He Cidong: "Then hang up."

"it is good."

Cen Jing naturally recognized who was answering the phone, but the other party deliberately pretended not to hear his voice at the beginning, which seemed too deliberate, and he was very puzzled, wondering when he was so worthy of fear?

Cen Jing looked at the phone with a black screen, threw it back, and met Zhong Ziliang who was looking at him innocently on the sofa.

Cen Jing: "He Cidong didn't even type your notes?"

Zhong Ziliang: "The point is because you gave your name."

Cen Jing took a deep breath, feeling that his patience with this kid had reached its limit.

"Now you have two choices. Call the person named He or Yao by yourself. Second, get your clothes." Cen Jing pointed to the door, "Go out."

Zhong Ziliang's eyes became even more pitiful.

There is no lower limit, "Brother, I will call your brother Cheng in the future, I really can't be seen by my father like this. Besides, I am afraid of Brother Dong, and now he is still with...Brother Wenyu, so I am even more embarrassed .”

The veins on Cen Jing's forehead twitched twice.

I thought to myself that I wore it anyway.

If he was in the original body, Zhong Ziliang would have passed away in place by now.

The author has something to say: The update time before entering V is uncertain, because I am a bit busy, I may not update it every day, I will save some drafts, and strive to stabilize after V~