"What's going on with you tonight? I can't see through you more and more." In the car, Su Qingwu looked at Yan Murong sitting in the passenger seat and asked softly.
"Even I can't see through myself, how can you?" Yan Murong smiled and said. "Okay, I'm a little tired, just call me when you get there."
"Aren't you going home?" Su Qingwu asked.
"Don't go back." Yan Murong moved down, leaned his head on the pillow of the seat, and said with his eyes closed. "If you go back, you will be beaten."
"Why?" Su Qingwu looked at Yan Murong and asked in a probing manner. "You just said that I am your wife. Since I have a family, why don't you go back? Uncle Yan won't do anything to you."
"That's right, you said you are my wife, why do you still call me dad and uncle?"
"-----"
Su Qingwu was silent, she didn't know how to answer this question.
Although on the surface she accepted the man Yan Murong without any resistance, subconsciously she was still unwilling to admit their relationship.
The two of them got married, to put it purely, just for the benefit of the two families, and they happened to be a boy and a girl of the same age, so they became the last two bricks in building a bridge of interests.
Su Qingwu stopped talking, and Yan Murong stopped talking. Although her eyes were closed, she didn't really fall asleep. There were some things that he hadn't figured out yet.
Just now in Duckweed, Zheng Wuming said something.
"Whether you are targeting me because of Qingwu, or you are targeting me because you were instigated by others."
It was this sentence that made Yan Murong confused ----- What did he mean? Because someone else instigated him? Because of who? The old man?
If the word instigation is used, it is usually said that the person being instigated is being used. However, will the old man use himself? It seems that he only told himself to be careful with the Zheng family, and did not ask himself to do anything. Moreover, he provoked Zheng
Nameless actions are also one's own thoughts.
Yan Murong sighed secretly in his heart. Yan Murong couldn't figure out the meaning for the time being. Maybe only by asking the old man could he know what was going on between him and the Zheng family - but the old man was very strict, and he didn't want to say anything.
If you use an excavator to pry his mouth open, he won't utter a single word.
"By the way, how much money did I win just now?" Yan Murong suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Su Qingwu and asked.
"One billion." Su Qingwu concentrated on driving without even looking at Yan Murong - this bastard knows all about money.
"Give it to me." Yan Murong said with a smile. Money is what he needs most now.
"-----" Su Qingwu didn't say anything, but she stepped on the accelerator, and the speed of the car immediately increased.
"That's my money." Seeing that Su Qingwu didn't respond, Yan Murong said again. "You don't want to embezzle my hard-earned money, do you? I was knocked down by that big black guy, and now I still have
It hurts. I need money to see a doctor."
"-----"
Miss Su really wants to drive under the overpass now. It would be best if the car crashes and everyone is killed, and this bastard is killed ----- You want money to see a doctor? Aren't you a doctor? Can you find someone worse?
Excuse? Su Qingwu thought, as long as he could find a bad excuse, she would give him the money.
"I am your husband, so you must give me the money." As a last resort, Yan Murong reluctantly said that he was her husband again.
"-----" Su Qingwu still didn't speak. She just parked the car aside, took out her phone and pressed a few times before saying, "It's transferred."
"Okay?" Yan Murong asked in surprise. "I haven't told you my card number yet. Where did you transfer the money?"
"On Teng Xiangling's card."
"-----" Yan Murong wanted to curse, but after thinking about it, she gave up such uncivilized thoughts.
Is this woman also mentally ill? Why, why did you put money on the card of that crazy woman Teng Xiangling?
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"Wu Ming, you went a little too far today." In the study room of the Zheng family villa, an old man with gray hair and a slightly fat body looked at Zheng Wu Ming and said.
Zheng Yan is nearly eighty years old, but due to good maintenance, his energy level is much better than that of other people of the same age, and his eyes are as bright as lightning.
"I'm sorry, Grandpa, I was impulsive." Zheng Wuming said respectfully as he refilled his cup of tea.
"You don't need to apologize to me." Zheng Yan said solemnly. "What you need is to reflect on yourself."
"Wuming remembers it." Zheng Wuming nodded in agreement, paused, and said, "But Zheng Xiao was beaten by him."
"Just fight." Zheng Yan picked up the teacup, took a sip, and then said. "When you have to endure it, you must endure it to the end. The more impatient you are, the harder it will be to handle things------
On the premise that it violates your interests, you have to endure it. I also know why Zheng Xiao was beaten. He asked for it entirely. He also needs to reflect on it. However, you cannot use this reason to have an affair with that kid from the Yan family.
conflict."
"I understand, Grandpa." Zheng Wuming nodded and said. "It seems that I must be more serious about him."
"You should be more serious." Zheng Yan said. "He is Yan Longteng's grandson and Miao Potian's disciple. No matter which status you look at, you should not ignore him ----- Thirty years ago
, I can drive Miao Potian out of the capital, and thirty years later, you can also drive out his apprentice."
Hearing his grandfather's words, Zheng Wuming remained silent.
Although he was not born yet, he had heard about what happened back then.
The collapse of a large family like the Miao family overnight was a very popular event at the time, but now, it has become a taboo.
I don’t know if I can drive him away from the capital, and I don’t know if the people behind him will take action against me?
"Don't worry too much." Zheng Yan seemed to have noticed Zheng Wuming's thoughts and said softly. "Just develop in the normal direction - he has money, our Zheng family also has money, he has people, and we Zheng
It’s like having someone at home.”
"Okay, you go out first and reflect on yourself." Zheng Yan waved his hand, indicating that Zheng Wuming could go out.
"Yes, grandpa." Zheng Wuming said goodbye to Zheng Yan respectfully, and then walked out.
Standing alone at the window, Zheng Wuming had a confident smile on his face.
"Yan Murong, today's humiliation will be repaid a hundredfold by Wuming in the future. Thirty years ago, my grandfather could drive Miao Potian out of the capital. Thirty years later, I can also drive you out of the capital. Moreover, I want to
Beat you at what you do best."
In an instant, Zheng Wuming's domineering power was fully revealed.