Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

"How could it be? As long as you repent and rehabilitate and quit drug addiction, your life can go on."

Sensing that something is wrong, is she... intending to take her own life and choose to die herself?
Her breathing couldn't help but stagnate, and Mu Wan'an tried her best to stabilize her emotions:

"Nothing can't be solved, don't be too sad."

"Forget it, I've already said goodbye to you, so that's it."

Showing a smile to Mu Wan'an, she opened her car door without waiting for her to continue speaking:

"As a last friendship, I will send you off for the last time... Otherwise, I can't do business."

"No, we were all fooled."

A map of City A and its surroundings was spread out in front of him, and Song Bingjue drew out the area where the Tongzhao Project was located. Something flashed through his mind, too fast for him to grasp.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Li Nian looked at him, very puzzled:

"The information left by Wang Siyi should point to the night market. Although most of City A is under your control, there are still some other forces that have wandered away."

"This is where Tongzhao's project is located."

Pointing to the circled place, Song Bingjue circled another point on the map, with suffocating coldness in his eyes:
"Since Wang Siyi is doing this with the heart of death, and she hates Wanwan to the extreme, she will definitely do it perfectly. Now that the Wang family is declining, it is impossible to support her in doing such a thing. Therefore, she She should be sent to a safer place."

"This is... Jiwushan?"

Song Jiajia took a look at the place name and was a little puzzled:
"What is this place?"

"Jiwushan has a steep terrain and beautiful scenery. So far, no cement road has been built. Many self-driving tourists have accidents there."

Mentioning this place, Song Bingjue frowned even tighter, and the tip of his pen tapped the paper of the map:
"These are not the main points. There have been many news about the disappearance of female tourists in this place. Do you know what this means?"

"what?"

When Song Jiajia was puzzled, Li Nian had already come to his senses. He and Song Bingjue looked at each other, and they both read worry in each other's eyes:
"Female human trafficking."

"President, I investigated the money on Wang Siyi's account. In addition to the normal medical expenses, she transferred Xu Feifei the amount of 500 million."

Xu Peng, who was ordered to investigate, got the information quickly. After he handed the bill from the bank to Xu Shuo, he continued to whisper:
"Xu Feifei disappeared recently, and the money on her card was also transferred out to a million yuan. The recipient was a local hooligan named Zhang Jun. Zhang Jun was once in prison for burglary, and he was released not long ago."

"It seems that the result is obvious, doesn't it?"

After a quick glance, Xu Shuo roughly understood what was going on. He pushed his wheelchair:
"It's time to join Song Bingjue, have you told him this information?"

"I just got these, I was the first to bring them to you."

The implication is that Song Bingjue has not been told.

"Tell him, I guess he should have a clue at this time."

In City A, no matter how he manages, he has to admit that Song Bingjue has far more power than him.

"For good night... as long as she can come back intact, what does it matter if I bow my head?"

It was already pouring rain outside the house, Xu Shuo refused Xu Peng's move to open an umbrella for himself, and let the cold rain hit him heavily.

The cold air gradually engulfed him, and he actually felt a little unbearable on his legs.

"He doesn't keep his secrets."

After receiving the message from Xu Shuo, Song Bingjue was about to go out, and he handed it to Li Nian after only a few glances:

"Whether Xu Feifei did it or someone else did it doesn't make any sense now."

When going out, Han Xiu held an umbrella for him while persuading him:
"It's raining so much, President, why don't you go, the wound on your body is healing, if you touch the water, it will worsen..."

"To shut up."

Sitting directly in the car, Song Bingjue was not in the mood to argue with him so much, he ordered:
"Have you brought everyone? Tell them to drive carefully."

As he said that, he carefully calculated in his heart, and Li Nian, who followed him, saw him hanging his head in thought, and couldn't help asking:

"What did you think of again?"

"There are three gas stations on Wushan Road from Tongzhao Project. This season is the off-season for tourism, and few people will go up the mountain. But if you want to go up the mountain, you must refuel to get to your destination."

Confiding his own thoughts, Song Bingjue looked at Li Nian with hope in his eyes:

"As long as you ask them whether Zhang Jun and his party have refueled, you can be sure whether they have really gone to Jiwushan."

"What you said earlier was categorical, I thought you already had evidence..."

After all, it is the love of a senior who grew up in a college. Although Li Nian regards him as a rival in love, he also admires him.

"As long as there is a slight possibility, I don't want to waste it."

Shaking his head, Song Bingjue smiled helplessly, closed his eyes and fell on the seat:
"As long as she returns safely, I would even burn incense and worship Buddha."

Li Nian was not moved by this sentence, but Han Xiu, who was sitting in the passenger seat, stopped buckling his seat belt:
President, are you willing to do this for her?
The late Mrs. Song had a compassionate heart, and even ate vegetarian food and recited Buddha's name after she fell ill.He was following her at that time, seeing Song Bingjue knocking over the incense candle that the servant gave him in disgust:

"Isn't it good to believe in yourself? Why do you want to believe in this nihilistic god and Buddha?"

So powerful, he actually lowered his head at this time.

"Damn it! It's raining so much! This mountain road is not easy to drive, and it's covered by the rain, so I can't see anything clearly!"

The driver was replaced by another person. The night was dark, and there was fog in the mountains again. With the rain, the visibility became lower and lower.

"boom--"

The car went on a rampage, as if it had hit a rock, Zhang Jun in the passenger seat slapped the driver viciously:

"Don't drive! The car crashes and you pay for it? Besides, I can't see clearly now. If we rush off the cliff, there will be nowhere to spend the money we got in exchange for our lives!"

"Then, what to do then?"

When the rest of the people asked, Zhang Jun took out a cigarette and took a sharp puff, then said:
"It's past two o'clock now, let's just sleep in the car for the night and get up tomorrow. By the way, you go and talk to the boss behind."

Pushing and shoving a guy out, he told Xu Feifei in the heavy rain, and then sat back in the car, wrapped in the cold air:

"It's freezing! The rain is really heavy! I don't know if it will be sunny tomorrow!"

Mu Wan'an who shrank back also shuddered, but after opening the door for a short while, the chill couldn't be hidden.

"Let's sleep, will this bitch take the opportunity to escape?"

Just when Mu Wan'an was thinking about how to get rid of the rope in her hands, one of them suddenly remembered Mu Wan'an who had been lying quietly in the back seat, and she was so scared that she immediately closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

"The old way, put on a veil."

Zhang Jun was also a little worried, and he handed a handkerchief with ether to the person behind:

"Cover your mouth and nose, and keep her asleep until dawn."

When passing the second gas station, Han Xiu went down to ask again, and finally got a positive answer this time:
"I came here and paid 500 yuan for gas. If the car couldn't fit, they took it away with a bucket. I remember it clearly!"

Hurry up to get in the car and tell Song Bingjue the news, his brows that had been tightened all this time finally loosened:
"That's right. Next, drive as fast as possible while ensuring safety. Try to catch up with them as soon as possible."

The more we drove up the mountain, the worse the road conditions became. The flat road turned into a red dirt road with potholes, and the rain became heavier and heavier. Li Nian couldn't help but frowned:

"The traffic is so inconvenient... no wonder they buy and sell women."

"In this kind of village in the deep mountains, the population can only be lost, and there are very few women who are willing to take the initiative to enter."

Shaking his head, Song Bingjue was used to this kind of coexistence of poverty and ignorance, and he endured the pain from his body:
"Women are bought and sold in many places in order to perpetuate future generations."

He said it calmly on the surface, but there was a shocking wave in his heart, if Wanwan was brought there...

"Special assistant, there is a fallen tree blocking the way ahead."

The driver flashed after driving to warn the vehicles behind, and then slowly stopped:
"Such a heavy rain will definitely cause landslides and other problems. Just like this tree, it fell down and became a roadblock. It seems that we should send a car ahead to clean it up."

Because of the bad road conditions, the speed slowed down. Song Bingjue's slow speed and aching wound made him very irritable. He had never smoked, and he even borrowed a cigarette from the driver.

With the help of nicotine, he gradually calmed down, and the pain seemed to be relieved a little.

"President, Xu Shuo is also following up."

Noticing that there were a few more cars behind his convoy, Han Xiu put on a raincoat and went to check and then came to report.

"Let him go."

Even though such a piece of brown sugar really displeased him, he couldn't drive him away:
"Ask the cleaners to move faster."

In the rear, Xu Shuo, who noticed that his speed had slowed down, couldn't help but feel impetuous. He knocked on his leg once and for all like masochistic:

"What's going on here? Is he, Song Bingjue, afraid to go up?"

"The people who went to inquire about the news just now came back and said that because of the heavy rain, many trees were planted on the road, and their people were clearing the roadblocks."

Xu Peng in front quickly explained, he hesitated again and again, but still dissuaded:

"If you want me to say, we'd better not go up. It's raining so much now and the road conditions are bad, so accidents are easy to happen. Besides, if you go, Ms. Mu may not be able to accept your favor."