Zheng Muyue watched her father go, and she did not look away until the other man's figure disappeared around the corner.
She bit her lower lip, digging her nails into the flesh of her palms, and her eyes, which were red and swollen from crying, were filled with moisture again.
Seeing her daughter like this, Dong Fengying couldn't help but asked worriedly: "What happened, Yue'er, why do you look so ugly?"
Seeing that she had been staring at the direction where Zheng Huo was leaving, he thought that she was dissatisfied with Zheng Huo, so he comforted her: "Don't blame your father. The Zheng family still relies on the support of the Murong family, and he doesn't want you to offend him." Murong Ranchun."
"But..." Dong Fengying changed the topic and continued.
"You also have to relax. The Murong family is in a special situation. It will be a good thing for you to marry into their family. It will only last twenty years. If you want to choose someone else, the Murong family will not stop you."
"Good thing..."
Zheng Muyue turned her head and stared at Dong Fengying, as if she wanted to see through her mother's heart beneath her virtuous appearance.
"Yue'er, what are you looking at mom for?" Dong Fengying was made a little uncomfortable by this look.
Zheng Muyue looked away and said in a deep voice: "It's nothing, I just feel that although we are mother and daughter, I don't understand you at all, Mom."
Dong Fengying covered her mouth and smiled: "Silly boy, you know what mom does. You are going to marry into the Murong family next month. The person you should know the most is your future husband."
"Haha..." Zheng Muyue chuckled after hearing this, cast her eyes on the water in the distance, and stopped talking.
"By the way, didn't you say you wanted to ask me something?" Dong Fengying asked quickly when her daughter didn't speak.
Then she heard Zheng Muyue's voice coming from a distance.
"I met a man on the street today. He said he was a good friend of my uncle...his name is Xie Peisheng. I want to ask...Mom, do you know him?"
Zheng Muyue said, moving her eyes to Dong Fengying's face, and saw that after hearing the three words "Xie Peisheng", the other party's face turned as pale as paper, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.
She smiled sarcastically and repeated:
"Mom, do you...know me?"
"Ah..." Dong Fengying came back to her senses as if she had just woken up from a dream, tried hard to hide her uneasy expression, and then said with a smile:
"I must know him. He was my mother's good friend when she was young. You should call him uncle according to your seniority. You have never met him because you have been abroad."
Zheng Muyue smiled, stepped forward and took Dong Fengying's hand, and said: "People say that my nephew looks like my uncle, but I still don't believe it. I only believed it when I saw him today. My face really matches his There are two or three points of similarity, even if they are not related by blood."
After saying that, she said "Huh" in surprise again, lowered her head and said, "Mom, why are your hands so cold and sweating so much."
Dong Fengying was startled and quickly retracted her hand, turned around and said, "This is sweating. Mom suddenly remembered that there was something else, so she went back first."
After saying that, she pretended to be calm and left.
Zheng Muyue looked at her empty hands, lowered her eyes, and concealed the complicated emotions in her eyes.
Judging from mom's reaction, could it be that what that person said was true and that she was really not dad's biological daughter.
At this moment, a large group of people walked in from the intersection outside the garden on the other side, followed by the security guard outside the door.
Zheng Muyue raised her head and recognized the person in the lead. It was Officer Lu who handled his kidnapping case last time.
"Officer Lu, what are you doing?"
Officer Lu naturally recognized her: "Miss Zheng Er, is your father at home?"
Seeing the other party's serious look, Zheng Muyue felt a flash of uneasiness in her heart, and quickly asked: "Here, do you have anything to do with him?"
Officer Lu's face turned serious and he said seriously: "Someone reported that your father Zheng Huo was involved in a deliberate murder twenty years ago."
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"Yang'er, they took your father away. You should think of something quickly."
In Zheng Muyang's office, Dong Fengying cried to Zheng Muyang with runny nose and tears.
But Zheng Muyang looked agitated and walked around the office like a headless fly.
Zheng Muyue on the side looked anxious. "How could anyone report dad for murder? Zheng Muyang, did you do something?"
"Shut up." Zheng Muyang scolded unhappily. At this time, the office phone also rang, and he quickly walked over and answered it.
"Boss Zheng, are you satisfied with this gift?"
"Zeng Qi?" Zheng Muyang was startled and immediately recognized the other party's voice. "It turns out you did it."
"Don't say that, you put this evidence in front of me."
"If you hadn't dug up old things from twenty years ago in order to threaten Xie Peisheng, I never would have thought that Zheng Huo still has such a dark history."
"However, Boss Zheng is still too young to leave such a big flaw. Maybe he really thinks I am a dead person."
"You..." Zheng Muyang was speechless for a moment. He did feel something was wrong when he found out about this, but he was busy dismantling Haonan and didn't pay much attention.
Coupled with the fact that Yin Cuo repeatedly stated that the other party was dead, he felt relieved and would not pursue the matter further.
Unexpectedly, the other party was not only alive and well, but also quickly found the loophole in such a short period of time.
Being too gullible in one-sided words and one's own carelessness has led to the current situation.
Thinking of this, he could only grit his teeth and said, "What exactly do you want to do?"
"I should be asking you this question, what do you want to do? Since you dare to touch my people, you must have the courage to bear my anger."
"I don't understand what you are talking about." Zheng Muyang said bitterly.
"Boss Zheng, pretending to be stupid now will not save your father, let alone Jufeng. Handing him over quickly will save you some dignity."
Zheng Muyang understood now that the other party must have come to vent his anger. Something must have happened to that woman and she found her head.
Thinking of this, Zheng Muyang suddenly sneered and said: "Mr. Zeng must have found the wrong person. I have never met your people."
"I don't know whether to live or die." Zeng Qi snorted coldly and hung up the phone.
Zheng Muyang held the hung up phone and thought of the deflated look on the other end of the phone, a flash of pleasure flashed in his heart.
"Zheng Muyang, what did you do to Zeng Qi?" Zheng Muyue has been staying abroad with Murong Ranchun and has no idea about recent events in the country.
"Hmph, Tan was kidnapped. If Zeng Qi can't find the real culprit, he'll kill us." Zheng Muyang snorted coldly. Then he looked at Zheng Muyue and said.
"You are not having an affair with Murong Ranchun. It is your turn to contribute to the Zheng family at this time."
"That's right, Yue'er, go find Master Murong for help. Your father must have been framed." Dong Fengying also reacted, pulling Zheng Muyue and saying.
When Zheng Muyue heard this, she was not angry but smiled: "Zheng Muyang, do you have any brains? If the Murong family is willing to help us, will they come to arrest you?"
The remaining two people immediately realized that she was right.
At this time, there was a noise outside.
"You can't go in."
The door was opened, and several men in uniform walked in.
"Are you Zheng Muyang?" the leader asked, looking at the only male in the office.
Zheng Muyang nodded, and the mother and daughter looked at each other.
After getting the reply, the man took out a certificate and said: "We are from the tax bureau. Someone has reported you for tax evasion. Please come with us."
