A quick journey to give birth, the male protagonist pampers and catches a beautiful woman

Lin Muqing pursed her lips, not very interested, "He doesn't like me, so I won't force him."

Suddenly I heard the sound of shuffling behind me and subconsciously turned around.

Wen Shuqi followed them, walking with his legs straight and in a strange posture.

Wen Shuqi also felt embarrassed, but his legs hurt. He looked at the girl who had two braids today: "I will go with you tomorrow."

She didn't speak.

Wen Yansheng turned around and saw it, his eyes were disgusted, "Lack of exercise, kneeling for one night?"

"I..." Wen Shuqi lowered his head.

Wen Yansheng walked straight towards the front hall.

Lin Muqing didn't look at Wen Shuqi too much and followed the man in front of him. Wen Shuqi followed slowly.

The three of them sat down and finished breakfast.

Wen Yansheng suddenly asked: "Do you still have Miss Lin's marriage certificate?"

Lin Muqing took it out of his pocket, but Wen Yansheng didn't look at it and just said, "Then you go out more often and cultivate your relationship."

Xu Yi walked in from outside and said respectfully: "Master Jiu, the car is ready."

Wen Yansheng stood up and left the dining room, but heard the curious and smiling voice of the young man behind him.

"Can you show me the marriage certificate?"

The woman was silent, but there was the sound of paper being spread out. Wen Yansheng didn't know what he was thinking, and his resolute pace slowed down a bit.

"Since we are engaged by name, and you don't respond to my leg pain, shouldn't you be concerned?"

"Then why are you kneeling down?" The woman's tone was soft but to the point, and the young man was speechless.

"Actually, after careful consideration last night, if you really don't want to, you can break off the engagement. I believe my father doesn't want me to marry someone who doesn't understand how to care for me."

Her voice was calm and powerful. Wen Yansheng agreed with her point of view from the bottom of his heart. He was the daughter of the Lin family and the daughter that Lin Chengjun protected even to death. He might want to think about this matter carefully.

His nephew was unwilling, and said awkwardly: "Let's get along with him for a while."

Did you feel enlightened after just one night of kneeling last night?

Wen Yansheng was still thinking about how to handle this matter properly until he left the mansion and sat in the car, staring at the crowd of people outside the car.

Xu Yi, the co-pilot, saw that he had been thinking about things and did not dare to speak. He waited until he withdrew his gaze outwards before speaking.

"Master Jiu, you asked me to check last night, and some of them have just been found."

People were sent to check overnight, but for the time being they could only find out the surface.

"What did you find?"

Xu Yi: "Ms. Lin was rescued by the newspaper president of a small town. After she recovered from her illness, she sold newspapers and saved money. It took half a year to collect the money to come to Beizhou. The other more secret details will only be known in a few days. "

Wen Yansheng said "hmm" and said nothing more.

Sell ​​newspapers?

The operation is exposed to the eyes of outsiders almost every day, which eliminates some of the suspicion.

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At night, the night is getting darker.

The glamorous Paramount, the gorgeous dance floor on the first floor, the dignitaries swaying enthusiastically with the dancers, and the singers on the stage sang beautifully and affectionately.

Boxes on the second floor.

Wen Yansheng was wearing a military uniform and sitting by the window. His whole body was cold and indifferent, his eyes were lowered, and his fingertips were roughly scratching on a document.

Opposite him was a fat middle-aged man with a particularly energetic face. He said expectantly: "Master Jiu, if there are no problems, it will take effect as soon as you sign. I believe we will cooperate happily."

Behind the screen, there was a woman playing the pipa, melodious and graceful. Her high and low pitches took away his attention. When did he recruit a woman who was so good at playing?

Wen Yansheng glanced suddenly, as if influenced by his sharp gaze, he made a mistake.

He looked away and said in a casual tone: "Sincerity is enough, but profit is not enough. Mr. Xu's matter still needs to be considered."

The document was pushed back to the other side by him.

The smile on Xu Chong's face froze, and he secretly hated himself but did not dare to express it: "If Master Jiu wants it, just [-]% more."

"The document will be re-drafted. This matter will still be discussed tonight." Wen Yansheng's words could not be described as overbearing.

But Xu Chong went out almost immediately and asked someone to make a new one.

Wen Yansheng was enjoying the melodious pipa alone. For a while, there was only the pleasant sound of the pipa and the sound of trickling water pouring tea.

Until Xu Chong came back again, this time Wen Yansheng read it once and signed it readily.

"Master Jiu, I'd like to propose a toast to you and have a great time cooperating with you." Xu Chong poured a glass of red wine for him and smiled happily.

Wen Yansheng clinked glasses with him but didn't drink. Xu Chong didn't mind either, since it was just a matter of occasion.

In the middle of the journey, Wen Yansheng was asked by Xu Yi to go to another box to meet someone and wait for him to come back in 10 minutes.

All I saw was blood spilling from Xu Chong's lips, his eyes wide open, his head lying on the table, and his hands hanging down weakly.

Whether he was poisoned or assassinated, it was none of his business.

Wen Yansheng's expression was still cold, and he suddenly walked behind the screen. The geisha who just played the pipa was no longer there.

"Who left just now?" He carried the document and walked outside the box. His people and Xu Chong's bodyguards were standing there.

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