Some people's fate may be destined. Wang Junjing was a wild and unrestrained young man until he met her in a long dress when he was twenty years old.
Light purple, full of sadness.
Such a delicate girl walked barefoot on a mountain road for two hours on a rainy night. The moment he saw her, he fell in love with her.
Maybe it started out of curiosity, or maybe it was because beauty is indescribable, but more importantly, it was heartache.
"Sir, do you need to call Dr. Luo and ask him to come over and show Madam?" The housekeeper happened to be delivering tea and asked with concern after seeing this.
Wang Junchen slowed down and frowned slightly.
Also, although the medicine was very safe and had no side effects, Ahua was pregnant after all.
Well, it's right to check, just in case.
"Go pick it up in person and don't alert anyone, especially...the old man."
"Yes, understand."
After Luo Ruize's careful inspection and confirmation that Ye Wanhua was fine, Wang Junchen breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the study alone.
The cigarettes in his hand came one after another, and too many mysteries troubled him.
If it wasn't Lin Xiaoxiao, who would it be?
There’s no reason to lie to me, but why don’t you kill me? It’s not because of Uncle Quan, right?
So, he dialed the phone.
After the call was connected, Tang Mei's very cold voice came from the other end of the phone: "Is something wrong?"
"Boss, please tell me where that child is? I will be at your disposal from now on without any complaints."
I heard Tang Mei snort coldly.
She trained Wang Junchen and asked Uncle Quan to train him in martial arts, thinking that one day she would be able to take charge of Shishi alone, but she was betrayed and assassinated.
If Wang Junchen hadn't been too impatient, the tithe would be his once the gathering is over next year.
It's a pity that things are counterproductive, and people's hearts are unpredictable.
"Why should I trust you? Are you... planning to blow me up? Or should you send the highest-level killer... to the plum garden to rummage around, causing my granddaughter to be poisoned twice? Let you go back... for the sake of Ye Wanhua On the surface, that kid is quite filial and better than you."
Wang Junchen: "..."
Filial piety! Why should I be filial to you?
If the baby were not in your hands, would I let you handle it?
However, thank you for not killing me.
Tang Xiaowan's facial features are very similar to his father Wang Jinghui, especially when he smiles, while Tang Mei is very similar to his mother Tang Cancan when she was young.
It was not that he had no doubts, and even secretly conducted an appraisal, but unfortunately the results showed that it was not true.
But then again, if it was really the mother... there was no way she would have put her biological son in danger and almost died in Country Y, and wouldn't even look at him when he came back, and he would still be Uncle Boxer...
Uncle Quan, I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry!
Thinking of this, Wang Junchen's eyes changed and he whispered: "Boss, Guixin Wan."
"That's... there's no antidote."
"As long as I can calm down the boss, I'm willing to take the Guixin Pill. I beg the boss to tell me...my daughter, where is she? That's all I ask."
"In that case, let me help you."
"Boss, where is my daughter?"
Tang Mei didn't answer, hung up the phone, and then looked out the window coldly.
…
Ten o'clock in the evening, Akagi.
The Huanhai Road was full of lights at night. With the motorcycle photos taken, the wedding photos of Tang Xiaowan and Leng Lingxiao finally came to a perfect end.
"Tangtang, go home directly, or..."
"I want to see the night view, and I also want to eat... roasted pig's trotters. I'm hungry." Tang Xiaowan looked at herself in the mirror, her makeup had been removed, and she was looking light.
She can finally eat to her heart’s content!
"Okay, let's go for a ride and have a good meal."
They flew all the way and soon rushed to an old shop specializing in roasted pig's trotters.
"Wait for me here, I'll be back soon." Tang Xiaowan took off her red helmet and said with a smile, but her eyes were looking at the pig's trotters shop.
When I think of the spicy and spicy roasted pig's trotters calling me, my mouth is watering.
"No, let's go together."
"Wait patiently, be careful of your car being impounded."
Leng Lingxiao raised his eyebrows and said, "Impossible!"
"Okay, don't cause trouble to the police uncle. Just wait and you'll be back soon."
"Okay, let's have something super spicy."
Seeing Tang Xiaowan skipping into the pig's trotters shop, Leng Lingxiao's thin lips curled up slightly, his eyes filled with stars.
My little wife is happy no matter how she looks at it.
Even wearing a pure black men's suit can hardly seal her brilliance.
"Small one!"
"Well, it's not bad, it's so saucy and sweet!"
At this time, a black SUV suddenly arrived, and a middle-aged man got out of the car. He lit a cigarette and walked into the pig's trotter shop leisurely.
Leng Lingxiao's heart tightened and his pupils shrank suddenly.
"Tangtang!"
Before he could reach the door of the store, he heard a scream, followed by a clanking sound, like the sound of a metal container falling.
At the same time, two black bodyguards hidden near the Pig Trotters store quickly entered the store.
"Tangtang, Tangtang!"
Leng Lingxiao shouted.
Tang Xiaowan held the knife against the middle-aged man's neck and clenched her fist very hard, as if a little force could kill the man.
Her Huahua arrived, the reinforcements arrived, and her anxious heart suddenly relaxed.
Two bodyguards: Madam is really amazing!
"Huahua, he wants to hold me hostage!" Tang Xiaowan's voice was soft and soft, but with a bit of anger.
"Are you injured?" Leng Lingxiao's eyes darkened, and he walked quickly towards his little wife. At this moment, he had the intention to kill.
His little Tangtang can be messed with by others?
This is Chicheng, this is his - Leng Lingxiao's territory. It's really boring!
"No, but I'm so scared."
Middle-aged man: "..."
No matter how he looked, he didn't look scared.
He quickly waved his hands and explained with a smile: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, all misunderstandings. Little sister, how could I hold you hostage? It's all misunderstandings!"
The knife didn't belong to Tang Xiaowan. She didn't bring the custom-made small tool to prevent perverts with her today.
No need to ask, you know who it is.
Leng Lingxiao glanced at him, and the bodyguard understood. He quickly stepped forward, pulled the middle-aged man aside, and punched him hard.
Although there was no blood from this punch, it was still very painful, and the middle-aged man could not straighten up immediately.
He frowned and groaned in pain.
"What... do you want to do? It's just a joke. It really doesn't mean anything. You..."
"Shut up!"
The words fell and he was hit hard in the abdomen by a punch.
The strength was well controlled, and the middle-aged man was in great pain, but still no blood came out.
"This is ours, right? Let's go home." Leng Lingxiao smiled and picked up the packing box on the table, pulling Tang Xiaowan away slowly.
Just forget it, how is it possible!
If he had just arrived a step late, or if Tang Xiaowan was slow to react and didn't know how to defend himself, he might not be able to see his little Tangtang now.
The middle-aged man in front of him was definitely not an ordinary person, because the joints on the back of his hands were covered with calluses.
That’s not what regular sandbagging can produce.
After Leng Lingxiao took Tang Xiaowan away, one bodyguard closed the store door, and the other one pulled his tie, looked at the middle-aged man with a cold expression, and asked, "Tell me, who sent you here? "
"It's all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"
At this time, in the operation room, the shop owner was scared to death. He could only pray silently in his heart: Hey, this is a small business, please don’t let anything happen!
