The four-story large villa is grand and majestic and stands in the innermost part of the wealthy area. The exterior of the villa is white and has a European style. It looks very grand from the outside.
Director Zhu has just arrived home after running around all day.
He took off his coat and handed it to the servant who came to help him get his slippers. Then he opened his collar and walked inside. As he walked, he said: "When I just came back, I saw a car coming from home."
Let’s drive out, who’s coming to the house?”
Mrs. Zhu looked preoccupied. She was holding her cell phone and didn't know what she was thinking. She didn't notice that Director Zhu was back.
When Director Zhu saw something wrong with her expression, he felt a little uneasy and intuitively told him what had happened.
He didn't bother to loosen his tie, strode up to his wife, and in a deep voice asked her majestically: "Who came to visit at home? Your friend?"
"I……"
Mrs. Zhu is nearly fifty years old, but she is well-maintained. Her facial features and eyebrows look very gentle. At first glance, she looks like the kind of person who has no independent opinions.
This is also true.
In daily life, she almost obeys her husband and never talks back. Mrs. Zhu's gentle, courteous and thrifty character is simply every man's dream wife.
"What's going on!" Director Zhu saw that she was restless and didn't dare to look in his direction, so he became even more uneasy: "Are you hiding something from me?"
Mrs. Zhu's eyes were already red.
Director Zhu looked at her like this. After all, they had been married for decades, and they had a son. It would be a lie to say they had no feelings.
He couldn't bear to let his old wife cry again, so he put his hand on Mrs. Zhu's shoulder, and his tone was much gentler than before: "Okay, stop crying, I don't mean to be angry with you, I'm just in a bad mood these days.
Okay, don’t think so much."
Zhu Yuanhao is still locked up in the detention center.
He was running around but couldn't fish anyone out. How could he not feel depressed?
Director Zhu patted her shoulder again and comforted: "I know you can't eat or sleep these days because of Hao'er's matter. Don't worry too much. You still have to take care of yourself. Regarding Hao'er's matter, I
I’m already thinking of a solution.”
When Mrs. Zhu heard what he said, she felt more and more guilty. She raised her head and whispered cowardly for a long time: "I, I found someone to bump into Qiao Nian."
Director Zhu put his hand on her shoulder just a second ago, patiently comforting her softly.
When I heard Mrs. Zhu's words at this moment, I suspected that I had heard wrongly. I took my hand away and suddenly raised the decibel level: "What did you say?!"
Mrs. Zhu was startled and said in a whisper: "I, when I think that Hao'er is still being held in the detention center and suffering because of her, my heart hurts like a knife. I really feel very uncomfortable.
, I will..."
"You just found someone to hit Qiao Nian?!" Director Zhu was almost mad at her, his face turned green with anger, he pointed at the bridge of her nose, his fingertips were trembling: "You are mentally ill! Such a big thing
, why don’t you discuss it with me?”
Mrs. Zhu's eyes turned red again, she lowered her head and wiped her tears, crying: "Our son has been in the detention center for almost a week. He has never suffered any hardship since he was a child. I am really angry. I just...".
Director Zhu was almost speechless: "That's because he was stupid and didn't have a brain, so he was used as a weapon. As long as he is smart, he will not be used as a fool!"