The golden wolf dog of the beautiful president

Wen Ci has always been paying attention to Su Heng, so he received the news of Su Heng's resignation very quickly.

Then when I wanted to continue to investigate Su Heng's activities after his resignation, I found that there was no trace of the other party at all...

This person seemed to be hiding, disappearing very suddenly, just as suddenly as his appearance.

I can't ignore such a person's warm words, I always feel that the other party's exit will not be so simple.

However, there are too many things recently, and there is no extra energy to track down a person who left.

The preparations for the wedding were in the final stage in a blink of an eye, and Qin Zhenting's repeated illness finally stabilized, and he was scheduled to be discharged from the hospital the day after tomorrow. The trial will be held in three days, and Wen Ci intends to hear the trial.

Wen Ci hopes to get through the most important part of the wedding before the hearing.

...that is to meet the parents.

For this reason, Song Yang came to his villa tonight, planning to call his mother and tell her about it.

But before the call, the guy said that he had to do some preparations, so he bathed and changed clothes, washed his hands and burned incense, and even got a lottery tube without knowing where, and kept shaking the lottery, saying that he would win one and get the lottery. The old mother called.

As a result, the ghost hit the wall, and after shaking for more than half an hour, he couldn't win the lottery.

The boy turned pale with fright.

...Wen Ci couldn't bear to watch, took Song Yang's cell phone, went to the balcony by himself, and called Song's mother.

This was the first time he called Mother Song, and it was impossible not to be nervous.

Auntie is Song Yang's mother. If there is no accident, it will be his mother soon. His own biological mother was only seen before two years old, and he has no memory of it. He can't even draw an outline in his mind.

Song Yang's mother was the first amiable elder he had ever come into contact with. She was not as mean and domineering as Yang Shuzhen, nor as majestic and oppressive as the wealthy elders. She was even cuter than most of the mother-in-laws in the population. She was a very good aunt.

Without his aunt's teaching, he would not have met such a good Song Yang.

When the phone was connected, Song's mother thought it was her son calling, so she yelled loudly, "Stinky boy, finally remember to call mom? If it weren't for the money sent back every month, mom would have thought you were dead. !"

"Aunt Song, it's me, Wen Ci." Wen Ci's voice was very gentle, holding the railing of the balcony, the night wind was blowing, and the villa was on the other side of the sea, as wide as a cradle under the palm of a mother.

Mother Song gasped, "Wen, Boss Wen?"

Mother Song respected Boss Wen very much.

This young guy is only two years older than the stupid big guy in her family, but he has too many skills. When he is such a big boss, he still thinks highly of his son. How long has the stupid son been with Boss Wen? The debt was paid off, and a restaurant was opened in a city as big as City A. I heard that it was preparing for a chain not long ago!

God, his stupid son might also be the boss in the future. Boss Wen must have educated him well!

Mother Song liked Boss Wen very much. She was pleasantly surprised by the sudden call, and she was a little nervous.

"Why did Boss Wen call me suddenly? What's the matter? It's not that my brat did something to make you unhappy. Just say it, and I'll teach him a lesson!"

"No," Wen Ci smiled, tightened his grip on the railing slightly, paused, and said, "I called you this time to tell you good news...your son is getting married."

"What—!" Mother Song roared, unable to control it.

After a while, I realized that it was too offensive, so I stammered and forced my voice down, "This, this, this brat is too tight, he didn't even have a girlfriend when he went out, and it's only been more than a year... ...So, are you going to ask for a wife??"

Wen Ci: "Yes."

After the shock, Song's mother regained her composure and started to go up, a little excited, thinking that after raising her son so much, she could finally meet her daughter-in-law and hold her grandson?

Couldn't help asking: "Begging for a wife is a good thing, why didn't that brat tell me himself, how long I've been waiting for him to beg for a wife, and he's still covering me!"

Wen Ci said: "It may be that he dare not tell you that the status of the daughter-in-law he is asking for is not ordinary, and the social status of the two is a bit different. Maybe he is afraid that you will think it is not a good match..."

Song's mother was stunned: "...No way, my brat, did I find a rich and beautiful young lady??"

"...It's not Miss Qianjin," Wen Ci whispered, "Auntie, it's me."

"Who???" Mother Song suspected that she had heard wrong orz

"Me." Wen Ci replied again.

There was no sound on the other end of the phone.

It was not surprising that Wen Ci could have expected such a situation.

He clutched the phone tightly, trying to break the silence on the other side, "I'm sorry, Aunt Song, I didn't tell you such a thing until now, I hope you won't be too angry with me.

Don't be angry with Song Yang, I was the one who pursued him. At first, like you, he thought he was here to work in a serious way... It took me a lot of effort to catch up with him. "

"I know you've always wanted him to find a girlfriend, just like I've always wanted a boyfriend to start a family.

He saved me when I was a child, he is the kindest and kindest boy I have ever seen in my life, he is also very serious and responsible in his work, and treats me very well. "

"Actually, from the time I went to the small town and lived in your house, I already wanted to be with him, please forgive my scheme, but I'm really happy that Song Yang can accept me.

I'm ready for the wedding. We just finished taking wedding photos a few days ago. If you agree, I would like to take a family portrait with you and take you to live here. "

"Aunt Song, I really like your son...can you give me this chance to marry him?"

After speaking, Wen Ci also fell silent.

Song Yang looked at Wen Ci's hand in the room, grasping the railing very tightly, then suddenly walked from the room to the balcony, grabbed Wen Ci's hand from the railing, touched it, it was cool and tender Sweaty hands.

You can't hear the tension in your voice at all...

Wen Ci looked at him.

Song Yang hugged him tightly, grabbed the phone from Wen Ci's hand, and yelled, "Mom, the boss is already in my arms, and now I want to inform you that I want to marry you." Wife, my wife will tell you everything except that she can't give birth, don't be unsatisfied, you won't beat mandarin ducks, right?!"

Warm remarks: "..."

Mother Song: "..."

Song's mother cursed, "...Bastard, let my mother think about it!"

After speaking, I hung up the communication.

The heartbeat of warm words, obviously he had been talking nicely for a long time, and he was moved with emotion and reason, but in the end... "You will piss your mother off like this!"

宋扬把温辞抱的更紧了，“是咱妈！放心吧，虽然咱妈经常看我不爽，冷不丁就揍我一顿，但实际上还是爱我的，爱屋及乌，她一定会喜欢你！ "

That's what I said, but the young couple still felt nervous for a while that night.

Until the middle of the night when Wen Ci was lying on the bed with insomnia, a text message suddenly came from Song Yang's cell phone.

Song Yang grabbed the cell phone next to his pillow.

Wen Ci tilted his head, staring straight at the young man who hadn't fallen asleep.

The guy was staring at the phone.

The phone screen is very bright, and the infinitely enlarged smiling face on Song Yang's face is also very bright, like a scorching sun.

Wen Ci was dazzled by the sun.

Seeing his dazed look, Song Yang kissed him on the face with a smile, then wrapped his arms around him firmly and coaxed him to sleep, saying:

"It's done. My mother said that I owe her one grandson in this life, and I will pay her back with two in my next life. Now feel at ease, my wife~ can you sleep well?"

Wen Ci came back to his senses, leaned his head on the boy's chest, and put his arms around Song Yang's neck.

Soon, the insomniac beauty fell asleep, her sleeping face was obedient and cute, and the corners of her mouth were hooked furtively, making Song Yang's heart itch.

Two days later, Qin Zhenting's condition was stable, he was discharged from the hospital and sent for trial at the same time.

The hearing is scheduled for 2 p.m. that day.

Wen Ci was wearing black clothes suitable for a funeral, and it was raining again that day, Song Yang held up a black umbrella for him, it looked like he was going to sweep the grave...

However, when he was about to go out, he unexpectedly received a notice from the police. The police's voice on the phone was very serious, and his face immediately sank when he heard the gentle words.

Song Yang inexplicably had a bad feeling, "What's wrong?"

"After Qin Zhenting was discharged from the hospital, he ran away in an accident. Qin Lu and Wen Yu disappeared in a car accident on the way to the court. The police suspect that someone assisted Qin Zhenting in committing the crime. Let us not go out for now." Wen Ci said coldly.

Qin Lu and Wen Yu never expected such a thing before the accident.

Even before Qin Zhenting was discharged from the hospital, Qin Lu visited him.

Although the old man's condition has stabilized, his spirit is very poor, and his state is completely incomparable with before. He often needs medical care. He looks like a person in his 90s who has already buried his foot in the grave.

Wen Yu didn't want Qin Lu to visit this old guy, but Qin Lu sneaked a few glances in front of the window of the ward, hesitated for a long time, and went in to visit once.

Qin Lu habitually called him Grandpa Qin Zhenting.

The visit lasted about half an hour. Qin Zhenting didn't say a word. For the first time, Qin Lu acted like the head of the family. The evidence is conclusive, stop making unnecessary resistance.

He also promised that no matter what the outcome of the final judicial trial is, even if it is a death sentence, he will go to the burial place every year to clean and worship.

Qin Zhenting looked straight at him.

The old man didn't speak, no one knew what he was thinking.

Wen Yu couldn't stand it anymore, and arrested the young master from the ward that day, scolding: "The old man is dead, and you still plan to visit his grave??"

Qin Lu dug his head, "Although he did a lot of bad things, he didn't treat his five grandchildren well... he didn't treat me very well either, he always forced me to do things I don't like, but without him I wouldn't I can't be the young master for so many years.

I have spent more than 30 years of his money, and the sum must be billions. This does not include the inherited real estate and the allocated property... It seems that it is not too much to sweep the grave? "

"..." Wen Yu was speechless?So much so that I ignored this idiot for several days.

When Wen Yu went out at noon today, Wen Yu drove the young master to the court.

As a result, not long after they were on the road, a large truck ran into it without eyes. Wen Yu turned the steering wheel urgently, but could not completely avoid it.

When Wen Yu woke up again, he was no longer in the car. He was sleeping in something like a cloth bag, with the screeching sound of tires scraping the asphalt road in his ears, and the bright lights of a big truck in front of him. It was the moment when the truck hit, and the body completely remembered the physical sensation of the violent impact at that time, and the whole person felt like vomiting when he was overturned and stalled.

Wen Yu gasped in shock, broke away from the absent-minded state, and curled up in pain.

Then I realized my situation.

He was not dead, and his legs and right hand could still move, but his left hand was broken.He was packed in a cloth bag. Enduring the pain, Wen Yu pulled the zipper of the cloth bag from the inside with his right hand, and got up with a pale face clutching his bleeding abdomen.

Two pieces of hemp rope fell out of the cloth bag. There were strangle marks on his hands, ankles and wrists. He should have been bound, but now the two pieces of hemp rope fell into the cloth bag with neat breaks, as if someone had been tied up. Cut off with a sharp tool.

Someone saved him?

Wen Yu frowned, looking at the environment she was in with her dark eyes.

——On the opposite side is the double-opening glass door, one of the windows was broken, and a little light came in from outside the window, barely illuminating the closed space here, which is seventy to eighty square meters in size, without any decorations, In the entire room, there are only built-in freezer cabinets that occupy three entire walls, which make one's scalp tingle. Some cabinets are pulled outwards, and most of them are embedded in the wall.

The place where he is now is the center of the entire space, on a cold stainless steel flatbed trolley.

The bag he was in was a body bag.

This is the morgue.