Chapter 294: 295: He asked: What time will you be back?

Chapter 294: 295: He asked: What time will you be back?

  Chapter 294 295: He asked: What time will you be back

  Jiang Yi sat on a chair at the entrance of the bar, looking at the police car parked on the street, Sihan went over with a cigarette in his hand and chatted with someone about his life.

  The lights at night hit Jiang Yi's face, with a somewhat erratic beauty, making passers-by turn their eyes to her.

  Jiang Yi crossed her legs, her posture was lazy, a black and white long-haired stray cat on the street carefully touched her feet, and circled her legs with its tail hooked, trying to beg for a stutter.

  Jiang Yi had nothing to eat, so he wanted to reach out and touch it.

   But Fu Xiting's low voice of scolding flashed in his mind.

  His hand was withdrawn at once.

   That's all!

  That man never liked her groping.

"I have no idea!"

Inside the car, weeping continued. Qian Xingzhi probably lived abroad in these years and saw many life and death incidents. He felt a little pity for this kind of crying girl who was in sorrow. He took out a tissue from inside, took out one, shook it, carefully folded it into a square and handed it to the girl.

  The girl was surprised, as if she didn't expect Qian Xingzhi to hand her the paper.

   Seeing that the person refused to take it, Qian Xingzhi moved his hand forward again: "Take it!"

   "Whose person are you?" The girl took the tissue while twitching.

   "Obviously, isn't it?" Qian Xingzhi responded ambiguously to her question.

  The girl gave her a whimpering look: "I haven't done anything to destroy Lin Qinghe's family."

  Qian Xingzhi played with the tissue box in his hand: "Your existence is already destroyed."

  The girl didn't know, so: "But even without me, there are others in front."

   "In this world, there are many sentences that describe the wrong timing. Feng Tangyi is old, Li Guang is difficult to seal, isn't it all good luck? If you have to talk about right or wrong, you can only say that you are unlucky."

  "Although there are so many seniors in front of you, everyone has retired after success, but when you come to you, if there is no consummation, then there is a defect, and this defect cannot be changed."

   "I advise you, think for yourself, otherwise, you won't even be a stepping stone," Qian Xingzhi's persuasive voice was very calm.

   "Will you help me?" the girl choked with sobs.

  Qian Xingzhi moved his fingertips slightly: "Look at your value."

  The implication is obvious.

  Look at your value, only those who are worthy can live, and those who are worthless...do not deserve it.

   "What do you need me to do?"

  …

  Fu Xiting was chatting with Fang Chi about Meng Shu in his study one day, and received a text message from a friend in the shopping mall.

  Concise and concise, without too much nonsense, just a photo of Jiang Yi touching a stray cat.

  Fu Xiting didn't pay attention to it at first, and he didn't feel anything, but after he looked carefully, he realized the difference.

  Jiang Yi wore a v-neck and short sleeves today.

  When I bent over to pet the stray cat, the spring was revealed.

  A piece of fragrance is good.

  Fu Xiting's eyes darkened.

  A mature man will naturally not call the person who sent the photo and ask him to delete the photo, but it seems impossible if you let him pretend that he didn’t see it.

  Fu Xiting's handling method is quite appropriate.

  He calmly sent this photo to Jiang Yi.

   It took about three to five minutes to ensure that Jiang Yi saw the photo before making such a call.

  Jiang Yi knew he was going to be lectured the moment he received the call.

   I never thought about it, as expected.

   Within a few minutes, the man called.

  When some euphemistic words sounded, Jiang Yi was silent for a few seconds.

   With an excellent attitude, he admitted that he was careless, so that the happiness leaked out.

  Fu Xiting was a little unbelievable that he was well-behaved and sensible.

  So, he asked.

"Where?"

  Jiang Yi took all precautions and failed to guard against it. He thought that everything would be easy to talk about if he was obedient and obedient, but he didn't expect it.

  Fu Xiting still asked.

  Jiang Yi looked up at the road signs around him, and saw Sihan taking out an envelope from his pocket and handing it to someone.

"Chun Xi Road."

   "Bar Street!"

  As soon as Jiang Yi's words came out, Fu Xiting came up with these words.

  She touched her nose embarrassingly: "En."

   "What time will you be back?"

   "Not necessarily," it's hard to say, what time you come back depends on whether the person in the car cooperates or not.

  If you do not cooperate.

   It's probably the middle of the night.

   "Jiang Yi—," Fu Xiting seemed to sense what Jiang Yi was doing, and he called her with a tone of forbearance.

   "Husband and wife are birds of the same forest. If you hide something from me, you are not afraid that I will let you do it when you are about to die?"

   Imminent death?

   These four words are really not a good word for Jiang Yi. If someone else said it, she would definitely argue with others, but when Fu Xiting said it, she was a little more tolerant for no reason.

   "The four words of imminent death apply to anyone, but not me. Mr. Fu has no confidence in his wife?"

  Jiang Yi asked back the words lightly.

  From the beginning of August, 2010, Lin Qinghe vaguely felt that someone was secretly promoting all this, but he couldn't find the source.

  At this moment, he seemed to be an animal whose shin had been broken by someone, so he could only wait where he was and be beaten passively.

  The schemer's whip was pulled down over and over again, he could only howl and howl, there was no other way.

  The person hiding in the dark rubbed his face on the ground.

  He couldn't find out who it was either.

  As Jiang Yi said, she will not be the one who is about to die.

  That night, the Lin family was in turmoil.

  The atmosphere in the living room of the Lin family was gloomy.

  Chen Zhi looked at the **** photo on the envelope on the coffee table, without too much quarrel, on the contrary, his tone was very calm: "Really?"

  For so many years, the relationship between Lin Qinghe and Chen Zhi has long been weak and pitiful. If it weren't for the relationship between family and interests to support all this, the two would have fallen apart long ago.

   Lin Qinghe didn't hide anything from Chen Zhi's inquiry, and he was kind.

   This kindness was neither light nor serious, but it did make Chen Zhi feel as if something had stabbed him in the heart.

  She stared at Lin Qinghe with indifferent and pitiful eyes, like a machine without any emotion.

   "What about people?"

   "Sent abroad," Lin Qinghe responded.

"Sure?"

  Lin Qinghe sighed and nodded.

  Chen Zhi remained silent for a while, lifted the teapot on the coffee table and poured himself a cup of tea. Beside the tea set, a copy of the Heart Sutra lay diagonally in the www.wuxiaspot.com corner, obviously it had been read many times.

The hot tea fell into the teacup, and Chen Zhi gently opened her thin lips to analyze the whole matter: "The other party did not blatantly expose this matter, which proves that there is still room for redemption, or that she knows you I’m about to take office recently, and if any powerful scandal breaks out, the higher-ups will keep you, so I chose this method.”

   The sound of rushing water seemed a bit noisy in the quiet living room.

  Accompanied by the curling heat, Chen Zhi said again: "I asked, there are more than 2,000 high-level people in the capital, and every household has received this envelope today."

"Lin Qinghe, they didn't come here to ruin your reputation, they wanted to slap your spine and make you live in this world like a ghost, there was Zhao Zhen before, and you after, think about it Who is it related to?"

  Chen Zhiqi was also a lady from a wealthy family with backbone in her early years.

   To marry Lin Qinghe is to marry.

  If you didn't see him as a potential stock at the beginning, it would be easy to control.

  How is it possible to marry him?

  In the first forty years of her life, she never felt that she had chosen the wrong person in her life.

  Looking back, her life has reached half a century, and to overthrow and start all over again will undoubtedly cost her half her life.

   Simply, in this broken marriage.

  She chose to remain silent.

   Mention Zhao Zhen.

  Lin Qinghe's face was a little cold.

  Looking at Chen Zhi, he spoke cautiously: "What do you mean? This matter is related to Jiang Fu?"

  Chen Zhi took a sip of clear tea from his teacup, looked at Lin Qinghe: "Or, Jiang Fu is still alive."

   "Impossible, there are no bones left, how can you still be alive?"

   "It is precisely because there are no bones left that it is possible to live," Chen Zhi's calmness was in stark contrast to Lin Qinghe's excitement.

  At this moment, Chen Zhi inexplicably felt that he and Lin Qinghe were not the same.

   What's more - she feels that everything Lin Qinghe has done has nothing to do with her, such things as all prosperity and all damage.

  She didn't care about it all.

   "What about her? As long as a person is alive, there will be traces. Zhao Zhen hasn't found out why after so many investigations."

   "Your statement is completely ghost theory."

  Lin Qinghe quickly refuted Chen Zhi's words.

   And what about Chen Zhi?

   was silent.

   It seems that he is not going to get too entangled with Lin Qinghe on this matter.

  After all, Lin Qinghe didn't discuss it with her when he did this.

  Afterwards, she found out that Lin Qinghe sent a national talent to **** for his so-called future.

  It’s okay if this matter is covered tightly.

  But if this matter is exposed.

   Must die.

   It's fine if you die yourself, maybe the nine clans will be implicated.

   This year, Lin Qinghe was fifty-six years old, and he was only four years away from retirement.

  In the past four years, if you go up, you go up.

  But if you don't go up, you can only stay where you are.

   "You say yes!" Chen Zhi drank the last sip of tea in the teacup.

  Put the **** photo back into the envelope, and slowly push it to Lin Qinghe.

  It seems that this matter is Lin Qinghe's own matter and has nothing to do with her.

   Just about to get up and leave.

  The phone rang, and she reached out to pick it up.

On the other side, Yi Yisheng choked up and said: "I have been with Lin Qinghe for more than half a year. In the past six months, he has brought me to meet many people that I can only see on TV. Those people often sit at the dinner table except talking about work. Besides, there are all kinds of shady hobbies, and I was once sent to other people's bed by Lin Qinghe."

   "Do you have evidence?" A man's voice guided her.

   "Yes, there are photos I took and chat records with the other party in another mobile phone at home."

"Where?"

   "In the dark compartment of the bedside table."

  The phone was hung up.

   Before Chen Zhi could react while holding the phone, he discovered that it was a virtual number.

  The eyes of the husband and wife met in the air, as if they only realized the seriousness of the matter at this time.

   It would be fine if only Lin Qinghe was involved.

  Yes—and implicate other people.

  The most taboo thing in the aristocratic family is that their own buttocks are not wiped clean, and the smell spreads to other people's yards.

   If this is implicated.

  The Lin family is over, and the Chen family is probably going to be cool too.

   "You gave her to someone else before? Lin Qinghe, you are really playing tricks to kill yourself," Chen Zhi rarely got angry.

   Picking up the envelope on the table, holding the phone and striding towards the door.

  Chen Zhi, who was planning to ignore her just now, seems unable to ignore her now, regardless?

   She will still have to pay the price if she is implicated.

  Lin Qinghe followed closely behind.

   "Go to her apartment."

  Hearing this, Lin Qinghe grabbed Chen Zhi's arm: "Aren't you afraid this is a trap?"

   "Aren't you afraid? Do you really think that I am omnipotent? The other party is pinching your neck and rubbing your head on the ground. If you don't throw yourself into a trap and draw out the other party's true colors, do you want to wait here and be beaten passively?"

  Anyone with a discerning eye knows that this call was intentional.

   If it wasn't intentional, how did this call come about?

   And the content of the chat is still so cryptic, no doubt they want to inform them of their whereabouts.

  If you don’t face the crisis directly, who will know what the next step will bring you.

  Zhao Zhen has learned from the past.

  When things turn around, you will never be given many opportunities. If you fail to catch one, wait for the next time. It will be even more difficult.

  Chen Zhi felt that there might be an opportunity in front of him.

  The couple drove all the way to their destination.

  Lin Qinghe is obviously familiar with this road. He knows which road is closer and which road has no traffic lights.

  Chen Zhi sat in the co-pilot, speechless for a while.

   His complexion was as ugly as the soles of his shoes that had been worn for decades, it was too dark to see clearly.

  Between traffic lights, Lin Qinghe looked sideways at Chen Zhi, with a tangled expression on his face, tossing and turning, trying to say something, but every word was blocked by Chen Zhi's indifference.

  All communication between the two stopped in silence.

   "Who is involved in this matter?"

   "Many, you've seen them all," Lin Qinghe didn't hide anything, Chen Zhi closed his eyes fiercely upon hearing this.

  It seems that he is struggling a lot in his heart.

  At eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, some people are on the bed ready to fall asleep, while some people are on the road running for such a little future.

   At eleven o'clock, Fu Xiting came out of the study, pressed the inside line to let Suxin pour water up, but the servant who came up was the night watchman, Fu Xiting asked softly: "Where is Suxin?"

   "The butler is not feeling well today. He rested earlier. If there is something to do, sir, I will call."

  Fu Xiting took the cup from the servant's hand and said no more.

   "Lights are kept in the Yu Garden at night, and my wife hasn't returned home yet," Fu Xiting didn't say much to explain this day, and only whispered to the servant before the break.

   Like a husband waiting for his wife to come home.

  The servant heard the words and asked cautiously: "Do you want to call to remind me?"

  Fu Xiting's hand holding the cup fell in the air, urging? no need.

  She was just going to solve the matter, not to abandon him, nor to leave the house.

  She is willing to handle everything by herself, to find out the past and settle accounts. He should support it unconditionally.

  Reminder?

   It is a bit unkind.

  The man picked up the cup and took a sip of water, with a firm tone: "No, she will come back."

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  (end of this chapter)