Wealthy Marriage: The President's Dumb Wife

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"Have you ever gone to Wen Muya?" Song Yu cut to the chase, but when she said it, there was something that made Zhenqi baffled.

"What? What did you say... Wen Muya?"

Song Yu's eyebrows moved, and his sharp eyes flicked past hers again, before he finally let go of his big hand.

Repeat: "To Wen Muya."

Zhen Qi straightened her sore arm, and hurriedly took a step away from her side, "Song Yu, let me tell you clearly that although I am also very interested in Wen Muya's matter, I didn't seek it out." I don’t have time to find her even if I pass her!”

"...Isn't it you who went looking for her?" Song Yu didn't seem to believe it.

Zhenqi was so angry, "How many times do you have to tell me before you will listen? I told you that I didn't know that today is your father's death day. I came here to see my friend, so I bumped into him here." Your family! And the Wen Muya you mentioned, I don’t have time to find him at all, if you still have any guilt and feelings for him, then please find her, these things have nothing to do with me now!”

Song Yu's condensed eyes fixed on Zhen Qi's slightly pale face, and after a little thought, he slowly let go of his big hand and turned around immediately.

The moment Song Yu's hand left Zhen Qi's arm, it seemed that the scorching heat from his palm dissipated quickly around her.

Just because of his lukewarm side just now, her heart would beat wildly out of control.

Fortunately, he played it quickly... The indifference in the man's eyes and the just right forbearance just gave Zhen Qi a chance to breathe and maintain her superficial calm.

But looking at Song Yu's back, Zhen Qi suddenly felt alert again—this man seemed to understand her discomfort and nervousness, and he seemed to be giving each other the last space to survive through such suppression.

and many more!

The scene that flashed across her mind immediately made Zhenqi's brain a little clear.

Wen Muya... Wen Muya...

Vaguely, Zhen Qi remembered that when she and Sun Xiaofei were in London a long time ago, she heard Sun Xiaofei mention it on the phone. At that time, he seemed to be dealing with something in a very noisy place.

Zhen Qi vaguely remembered that he was saying at that time: "I will arrange things over there. Uncle, don't worry, sister Mu Ya will leave it to me, and I will protect her well."

She also vaguely remembered that it seemed very noisy around him at that time, and there was a girl crying, which was earth-shattering.At that time, there was another voice beside him: "Mu Ya! Mu Ya, you don't want to be like this, your father is already like this, you can't do anything else, please—"

Thinking of this, Zhen Qi was startled.

Everything in this memory, the name and voice that was too desolate and sad in the voice at that time, and the one calling again, isn't it the name "Mu Ya"?

It's just that if that person is really Wen Muya, then Sun Xiaofei must know about it, but Song Yu's nervous and evasive appearance just now, and thinking of the attitude of those in the Song family towards her, Zhenqi can almost imagine that it must be Wen Muya. Mu Ya has something that the Song family hates the most, or needs it the most.

What could it be? Zhenqi's eyes suddenly lit up. It must be the certificate of Tianyu's legal representative.

Although Wen Tianchou stole Tianyu's property, he did not get Wen Lao's documents, and the documents were in Wen Muya's hands. In this way, although Song Yu paid the money, the contract between him and Wen Tianchou It is invalid, which means that Song Yu was cheated this time, so now he is in a hurry to find Wen Muya and ask her to hand over the contract.

But this is not Song Yu's style.

Besides, what did all this have to do with her?

The current self has long since lost any relationship with them. At most, he and Song Yu can only be two irrelevant people in this world. What reason does she have to go to Wen Muya again?

……

"Song Yu!" Lin Miaolan seemed unable to wait any longer for this moment, and hurried forward to hold Song Yu's arm, not to let him and Zhen Qi waste another second of time.

Song's mother snorted coldly, then glanced at Zhenqi again, "You better not let me know that you did it!" After finishing speaking, she immediately turned around, nudged the middle-aged woman who was holding the child, and pulled Song Yu and Lin Miaolan hurried forward to Song Yu's father's grave.

Dare to meet a group of psychopaths!

Zhen Qi was so angry that she felt that Song Yu was becoming more and more insane after not seeing him for a few years, doing some unbelievable things.Besides, why do you have to find Wen Muya by yourself, do you look like a bad guy?

Zhenqi turned around, and the man walking in front also turned back slightly.

"Song Yu!" Lin Miaolan whispered nervously, but saw that the eyes of the man beside him were indistinguishable.He seemed to glance at it indiscriminately, and turned around inadvertently.

But Song Yu's big hand tightened, it was still the one that held her arm before.The clothes she was wearing were very thick, but in the palm of her hand, why was there still a trace of residual warmth that he shouldn't have left in the palm of her hand?

Arriving at the pedestrian street in the city center before noon, and sent Aunt Zhang back early, Zhenqi walked around the shopping malls alone holding Yijing's little hand.

Seeing the new children's spring clothes, Zhen Qi picked out a few coats for Yi Jing, and asked him which one she liked.

"Mom!" The little guy blinked his big watery eyes.

"Ok?"

"Is our family a lot of money?"

Zhen Qi bent over and hooked her lips, "Why do you ask such a question? Our family has no money."

The little guy opened his mouth in surprise, "Then my mother and I are going to die of poverty?"

"Hehe, you won't die of poverty, Yijing, why would you ask such a question?"

"Big D said that children will grow taller quickly, we must love our country and the environment, wash our hands frequently, and save money!"

"Well, saving money is a good habit, but the clothes in front of Yijing are really nice. Let's do this! Yijing, you choose the most handsome one, and mom will buy it for you, and then we will buy the other pretty ones. No, okay?"

The half-understanding little guy stared at Zhenqi for a while, then nodded his head, and picked out one of the little gentleman's clothes.

I adjusted the size of the clothes with the salesperson. The salesperson only said that the size they wanted was no longer available in the store. If she confirmed the purchase, she would help them go to a nearby shopping mall to adjust the goods, and the clothes would be delivered back about an hour later.

"That's it!" Zhen Qi turned around and looked at Yi Jing, and saw him nodding hurriedly, expressing that he really liked that handsome dress, and the little guy was willing to wait.

"Okay then! I'll pay the money first, and leave a phone number for you. Let's go around the mall first. When the things come, you call me to pick them up!"