marital love

On the second day in Jizhou, Wen Yao and his team met with the partner. After a meal, Yan Sui turned to go to Hong Kong. He booked a plane ticket for tomorrow in a hurry, and his luggage was packed that night. was repackaged.

During the dinner, Wen Yao drank some wine, her stomach felt a little uncomfortable and sour, and she was also very tired. After helping Yan Sui pack her luggage, she washed up and went to bed early.

The door of the indoor room was not closed tightly, and Yan Sui was in the living room outside, a narrow light leaked through the crack of the door, and the voice of the man in the video conference could be vaguely heard.

Slowly and slowly, far and near, like a long and distant lullaby.

Wen Yao gradually fell into sleep, and suddenly heard a buzzing sound while half asleep, and she turned over in a daze without looking into it.

After the vibration stopped, a series of message notifications sounded again, which made her a little irritable.

Wen Yao struggled to open his eyes, stretched out his hand to find the source of the sound, then turned on the bedside lamp and looked down.

After the face recognition is successful, enter the main page.

After seeing the original wallpaper clearly, she froze for a few seconds, then turned the phone over and saw the color clearly, it was not her phone.

It was Yan Sui's.

At this moment, there was movement at the door, and the sound of steady footsteps, she looked up.

Yan Sui walked towards her in his nightgown, "Why are you awake?"

Just woken up, Wen Yao's thoughts were still a little slow at this moment, she handed over the mobile phone, and said softly: "Someone called you, and it has been calling."

It was so loud that she couldn't sleep at all.

Yan Sui took it and glanced at it casually, "Then you go to sleep, I'll finish later."

Wen Yao looked at him, lay back down again, tucked in the quilt, closed her eyes and hummed softly.

Yan Sui also happened to come in to get his mobile phone, so he didn't stay long after getting it, turned off the bedside lamp for Wen Yao and went out.

Wen Yao moved and buried herself in the pillow. Something flashed through her mind, and it disappeared before she could catch it.

Finally she fell asleep slowly.

As for Yan Sui in the living room, his phone vibrated again just after he sat down. He glanced at the note and raised his hand to take it.

The other party was straightforward: "You are finally willing to answer my phone call, have you read so many messages I sent you?"

Yan Sui: "I didn't have time."

"Alright, I can tell you directly." Although Song Yicen could not be seen, the interest in his tone could be heard just by his voice.

He cut to the chase and said, "The matter you asked me to investigate earlier has some clues,"

Yan Sui's face was calm: "How about it."

Song Yicen made a circle for him: "Are you in Jizhou now?"

"Ah."

"I'm here too. I'll come to you and talk to you face to face."

Yan Sui frowned slightly, "I'm going to Hong Kong tomorrow, so I don't have time to see you."

Song Yicen didn't take it seriously: "The matter over there in Hong Kong hasn't been resolved yet? Do you have to go?"

Yan Sui didn't answer.

Song Yicen said with a little regret: "Then talk on the phone."

After a pause, he said, "You know Wen Yao has a cousin, the one from Jinduguan's family."

Yan Sui: "I know, Guan Siruo."

Song Yicen smiled lightly, and said calmly: "Yes, it's her. I haven't looked into this aspect before, but now I think it's someone deliberately hiding it, so at least I found out some clues and followed the vines to find something. "

"what?"

Song Yicen: "Zongzheng Qing."

Yan Sui was silent for two seconds, "What does it have to do with him?"

Song Yicen said: "It has a lot to do with it. Do you still remember the charity dinner in Jizhou? Didn't you see your wife and Zong Zhengqing? I said they were a bit tricky, but you still don't believe me."

Yan Sui didn't comment.

Song Yicen slowly added: "But it's not what you think. Although Zong Zhengqing doesn't have a close relationship with us, he has an unusual relationship with your wife. He is Guan Siruo's husband and Wen Yao's cousin-in-law."

Yan Sui's eyes froze, and some things became traceable in his mind, such as Wen's company, Qiming's turmoil on the Internet, but it was suppressed in an instant; another example, Zong Zhengqing's love for Wen Yao That specious kindness; and at the wedding, Zong Zhengqing came to give gifts in person when the relationship was not very good on the surface; even, the cause and effect of Wen Yao's car accident abroad was deliberately erased, maybe They are all related to Zong Zhengqing.

Thinking of this, Yan Sui's face instantly turned cold, and he opened his lips: "Zong Zhengqing's wife..."

Yan Sui's rare hesitation, he knew how good Wen Yao's relationship with this cousin was, even if Wen Yao lost his memory and forgot about him, he shouldn't also forget about Zong Zhengqing and her cousin.

Song Yicen threw down a heavy bomb: "Zong Zhengqing told me all these things himself."

He sneered: "Zong Zhengqing has always been with us, and within half a day after I found out that Guan Siruo was on his head, Zong Zhengqing sent someone over to invite me to talk."

This incident just happened this morning, because Guan Siruo had studied in Jizhou University, and not long after he checked the past, Zong Zhengqing's assistant blocked him.

It was the first time for him to experience such a thing. He went to meet Zong Zhengqing in a half-joking and half-vigilant attitude. The other party still had a gentle and easy-going attitude, but his words were cold.

He told him not to check anymore.

Immediately, Song Yicen hooked his lips and smiled: "What are you looking for, why can't I understand what Mr. Zongzheng is saying?"

The moment Zong Zhengqing put down the teacup and raised his eyes, he was suppressed with an aura of power without anger, "Mr. Song, enough is enough."

Song Yicen was still laughing, even flirtatiously, and he was actually scolding his mother in his heart.

It's also thanks to him seeing Yan Sui's cold face a lot, so he won't show his timidity at the moment. He was overwhelmed for no reason after being invited over with just a few words, and everyone would feel aggrieved.

Song Yicen restrained his casual expression, looked at him and said coldly: "What I am going to do seems to have nothing to do with Mr. Zongzheng, but your actions now make me puzzled."

He stared at him inquiringly, and paused every word: "Or, does Mr. Zongzheng really have some ulterior relationship with Wen Yao?"

Song Yicen subconsciously felt that what Zongzhengqing said should not continue to investigate, was referring to the pursuit of Wen Yao, who knew that Zongzhengqing's words were astonishing.

He slowly stroked his tattooed ring finger, stared at his hand, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Guan Siruo, she is my wife."

At that moment, Song Yicen's expression was almost like that of a thunderclap, and he was stunned in place.

He conveyed the news to Yan Hou, and explained his final intention of coming: "Zong Zhengqing said, what do you want to know, I will make an appointment with you at ten o'clock tomorrow morning."

There was no movement on the other end of the phone for a long time, and Song Yicen felt a little more at ease after having suffered a lot from Zong Zhengqing.

There is also a mood of teasing, gloating: "Oh, it's true, I forgot that you will go to Hong Kong for a business trip tomorrow, I'm afraid you won't be able to catch up, and I don't know when the next meeting will be."

He said in a low tone: "There is an extra cousin for no reason. I don't know whether it is good or not. I look at Zong Zhengqing, who treats your wife gentle and gentle. It is very good. After all, there is an idiom called, Ai Wu and Wu Lai are here, are you right?"

Yan Sui didn't listen to his nonsense, and cut off the phone directly.

Song Yicen was not annoyed when he was hung up, he was happy to make Yan Sui feel embarrassed, but he calmed down for a while.

This Zong Zhengqing looks low-key and easy-going, indifferent to world affairs, but in fact the city is extremely deep, from the beginning to the end of his marriage and death, he hides nothing at all, if he didn't accidentally violate his taboo bottom line, he probably wants to find out Wen Yao The answer to the riddle on his body, even if it took a lot of effort, he would still be able to get the answer.
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When Wen Yao woke up and saw Yan Sui, she was in a daze for a moment, and asked with the sleepiness of getting up in the morning: "Why haven't you left yet, are you not going to Hong Kong?"

Yan Sui was putting on his shirt, buttoning his hands, his chest and abdominal muscles were faintly visible in the morning light, looking for the voice.

"There are other things, the time has been changed."

Wen Yao let out a long voice, staring at his every move with her somewhat impetuous hair.

Needless to say, it's really pleasing to the eye.

Yan Sui put on his shirt and looked at her: "Can't you afford it?"

Wen Yao hugged the quilt, "I have no other plans in the morning, I want to sleep in."

After speaking, he lay down on his back and rolled over wrapped in the quilt.

Yan Sui looked at her with soft eyes and a casual smile.

In all fairness, if Wen Yao chooses to continue his studies, he is still just a graduate student, that's what he is when he says he is mature. Now that he is childish, he will inevitably look childish and lovable.

After getting dressed, Yan Sui glanced at Wen Yao who continued to lie on the bed, and explained: "I will sleep until 09:30 at the latest, and I will ask someone to deliver food. Remember to get up and eat, I have something to go out for."

The ball on the bed moved, which was a response.

When the sound of footsteps gradually faded away and finally disappeared, and the sound of closing the door sounded, Wen Yao suddenly opened his eyes.

She finally figured out something was wrong!

Last night, she actually used her face to recognize Yan Sui's phone lock!

Thinking of this, Wen Yao suddenly turned over and sat up, picked up her mobile phone and tried it again. It was her face, so it could be solved naturally, but the key point was that she had never set up her face recognition on Yan Sui's mobile phone.

Wen Yao searched online, and it was really helpful for other people to identify the successful unlocking, "Impossible..."

She looked at the phone over and over again, she and Yan Sui didn't look alike, could it be that she was sleepy last night and misread it?
She thought about it for a while, but she didn't want to understand it, so she sent Ye Zhi a message about it.

Ye Zhihui: It may be because of the relationship between husband and wife.

Wen Yao: ...

In the end, she felt that it must have been an accident, or that she had misjudged her vision. No matter how bad it was, when Yan Sui came back, she would find a chance and try again.

Yan Sui didn't know the small plan in her heart for the time being, and drove to the address provided by Song Yicen to meet Zong Zhengqing.

At ten o'clock in the morning, he arrived on time.

Pushing open the door of the box, the person who was orderly making tea raised his head.

"You came."

It was as if waiting for an old friend whom I hadn't seen for many years.

Yan Suida was used to good and evil when he was a child, and he also witnessed blood and sex with his own eyes. When dealing with people in the mall, he saw a lot of hypocrisy and deception, but he felt a deep sense of compulsion, even taboo, for one kind of person, that is, killing Those who don't see blood, this kind of people often have a sharp edge that is hidden in the calm.

It is a clear voice, peaceful and gentle.

Yan Sui looked over and saw a pair of clean and slender hands, which are suitable for holding pens and cigarettes, and now they are holding cups and serving tea to the stage slowly, quietly and patiently waiting for the guests to take their seats.

And the eyes looking at him, like the lonely moon, are cold and deep, pointing directly at people's hearts, and scrutinizing frankly.