The queen's wife is too sultry

On the streets of London, a phantom-shaped Ferrari is galloping in the bustling night.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

Jiang Jingting put on the bluetooth headset and continued driving, his black eyes were locked in front of him, and he said coldly, "Hello."

Lin Mo's hesitant voice came from the earphone:
"President, I suspect that Miss. has gone to London."

With a "squeak", the extremely harsh sound of brakes pierced the sky.

Jiang Jingting barely stopped the car, and his back hit the back of the seat violently due to the inertia of the sudden brake. When he adjusted his breathing, his black eyes were already full of gloom.

"what happened."

"Miss called me early in the morning and said that she had something to go to Ruan Yun's house, and she must let me stay in the villa to take care of Dean Zhang. I was worried and asked Aunt Liu to take care of Dean Zhang for me, and then went to Ruan Yun Home, Miss Ruan asked me to wait outside, during which she even called me, I thought she was really at Ruan's house, but I didn't expect "

Jiang Jingting asked blankly, "I didn't expect anything."

Lin Mo gritted his teeth and said, "The housekeeper of the Ruan family came out, and I asked her when Miss would be back, but he said Miss had never been here."

As soon as he finished speaking, the other end of the phone fell into a dead silence.

The Ferrari stopped in the middle of the road, blocking the cars behind. Many car owners began to honk their horns to urge Ferrari, but the Ferrari did not move for a long time. The car owners who were blocked gradually became impatient. Some continued to honk their horns, while others He got out of the car angrily and planned to go directly to the window.

"How long has it been since the first phone call today?"

Lin Mo was silent for a moment, "About ten hours."

"Ten hours." Jiang Jingting sneered, a violent cold light flashed at the end of his eyes:

"Lin Mo, I asked you to follow her every step of the way, but you only answered two calls from her within ten hours. Is this how you do things for me?"

"Sorry, President, I checked the monitoring. Miss drove away early in the morning. The direction is the airport. I wonder who she is going to see. I have asked the people at the airport to check—"

Jiang Jingting interrupted him expressionlessly: "There's no need to check, I know who it is."

After finishing speaking, before Lin Mo could reply, he hung up the phone and dialed Ye Zhen's number instead.

But I didn't get through even after calling several times in a row.

Jiang Jingting lost his patience, took off the Bluetooth headset, and threw it aside roughly, staring gloomyly ahead, the hand holding the steering wheel was bruised from excessive force.

After a while, he slammed his right fist on the steering wheel and yelled out a name through gritted teeth: "Shen, Yan!"

The unsuspecting driver came to slap on the window of the Ferrari, Jiang Jingting lowered the window, and the burly man yelled in English:
"Sir, do you know how to drive? If so, why do you stop and don't move? Do you know how much trouble it has caused us—"

The burly man suddenly shut up halfway through his speech.

Because the eyes of the man in the driver's seat are too terrifying.

His face is clearly handsome and noble, and his fair face is like smooth jade, but his eyes reveal violence and murderous aura, which creates a terrifying aura invisibly. When he is staring at the burly man, he feels that the god of death is staring at him. As for himself, the bone-piercing chill spread to his whole body, he shivered, and quickly walked away two steps:

"Sorry to bother you, sir."

Jiang Jingting stared at him coldly, his thin lips parted slightly: "Get lost."

The street lights ahead came on, he closed the car window, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the Ferrari disappeared into the night like an invisible phantom.

Jiang Jingting held the steering wheel, ignored the speeding warning of the voice navigation, and rushed to the hotel where Jiang Lifeng was staying at the fastest speed.

And Jiang Lifeng, who was resting in the hotel, didn't know what was going on.

He came out of the bathroom and changed his clothes, picked up the medicine in the medicine box, unbuttoned his shirt, and carefully unwrapped the bandage.

The pain forced him to move extremely slowly, but compared to before, the wound has healed more than half.

He took great pains to apply the medicine for himself, and then took the anti-inflammatory medicine. After all this, his forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat.

After a while, he opened his eyes, picked up his phone to check the time, and then put it down again.

He is waiting.

Not surprisingly, a few hours later, he was about to board the plane to reunite with his only daughter.

It was precisely because of this anticipation that a rare smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his brows and eyes softened unconsciously.

Like the spring breeze blowing, the ice and snow melt.

Even he can't believe it, everything is real now.

After leaving the Dawson family in the United States, Jiang Tingyue did not force him to stay in the Jiang family.

In just a few more hours, what he was looking forward to in the first half of his life will soon become a reality.

He took out his wallet and found Ye Zhen's photo. In the photo, Ye Zhen didn't know that there was a camera, and she smiled defenselessly at the people beside her.

He stared at the face that was quite similar to Ye Qi, his eyes were moved, and there was a bit of sadness in his heart.

It would be nice if Ye Qi was still alive.

In this way, the family of three can be reunited.

But that backfired.

After a while, he carefully put away the photos, put on his clothes again, and got up to pack his luggage.

Unexpectedly, halfway through packing the luggage, the doorbell rang suddenly.

He put down the things in his hands vigilantly, slowed down and approached the door, glanced at the person coming through the cat's eyes, and then opened the door.

"You came."

"Ah."

Dressed in black, Jiang Jingting entered the room with the chill of the night and locked the door behind him.

He glanced at the luggage on the ground, his black eyes were dark, "Grandpa asked me to ask you, do you really plan to stay?"

"If you stay, RC shares, you will get the same share as your father."

"No." Jiang Lifeng turned his back to him, put away the medicine box, his face was indifferent and distant: "I don't want to see Jiang Yansen, and I don't want to see Jiang Tingyue either. For the rest of my life, I will only live for Zhenzhen."

Jiang Jingting approached him slowly, and said casually: "I can understand your feelings, but you know too many secrets of the Dawson family. Once you return to China, you are likely to be retaliated by him. If you stay in London, at least he dare not Move you in the Jiang family's territory."

Jiang Lifeng frowned, stopped the movements of his hands, and just turned around, but his whole body froze.