At the same time, the Haicheng Morning Post entered the printing factory, and the headline on the front page was that Fu and Wen were married. After today, Mrs. Fu really changed hands, and there will be no other guesses.

For today's wedding, most of the people in the Fu family are rushing to the hotel. For Jiang Shu, they obviously agree with Wen's parents and daughters as the future mistresses of the Fu family.

The Mingyuan was extremely deserted, and the styling team was blocked from entering. In the end, Secretary Huo had no choice but to call Liang Qiu. When the latter arrived, he found the man sitting on the ground smoking, leaning against the sofa, with his back leaning against the sofa. It is a large floor-to-ceiling window, reflecting his lonely and deserted side face.

He was slightly horrified, "Ayan, today is the wedding."

Fu Shiyan didn't move, he breathed heavily, looking at the burning smoke at his fingertips.

Liang Qiu didn't dare to urge him, so he could only sit on the side and wait for his reply.

After a long time, the sun rose outside, and Fu Shiyan's eyes fell into light, he squinted his eyes, "You and Shen Zhi had a wedding, how does it feel?"

Liang Qiu was suddenly asked, stuttered, a little foolishly said, "I'm not the same as her, it's just being used, I don't feel anything."

After speaking, I realized that Fu Shiyan and Wen Su were not like this.

"I promised to give Jiang Shu a wedding, but I failed."

Now he wants to marry another woman.

The corners of his upturned eyes were red with endless regret.

Liang Qiu struggled for a moment, then put his hand on his shoulder, and patted him. Needless to say, the friendship between brothers.

"Jiang Shu knows, she will understand."

But she has understood him too many times, divorced, and still being entangled, life and death are uncertain, Fu Shiyan's heart throbs just thinking about it.

"What did Kou Shiyun say?"

"At first she didn't want to say it, but later she said that Jiang Shu was missing, so she was willing to speak up." Liang Qiu took out a note, "She just said that we should go to Jiang Zhou, maybe we can find it."

A phone number was written on the note.

Fu Shiyan narrowed his eyes, "Leave it to Secretary Huo."

He smoked a cigarette and got up, and the styling team quickly came in and started preparations.

Secretary Huo got the note and followed Mo Yi away without stopping to find clues.

They passed by a Mercedes-Benz on the street. The man in the car half-supported his face and ordered softly: "Send a team to follow them."

"Yes, Mr. Lu!"

Afterwards, Lu Xun turned the phone over and made a call, but the other end answered without saying a word.

"Where is Jiang Shu?" He went straight to the point.

The other end was startled by his cold voice, "...I didn't find out, Wen Su didn't go anywhere except Wen's."

"Wen's house...then it's Wen's house." Lu Xun snorted coldly, "You find a way to find it, Wen Su will kill him, Jiang Shu can't die."

The other side didn't agree, after a while, Lu Xun asked in a deep voice, "Qingying?"

"...Then, if Jiang Shu comes out, she will take back everything that belongs to her sooner or later. What will you do with the things you want?"

Lu Xun leaned back on the seat, and he pressed the center of his eyebrows, "As long as Fu Shiyan and Wen Su get married, she will have nothing to do. What I want to save now is her life."

"The stakes are high."

"Qing Ying, you talk too much, I don't like it."

Qing Ying was silent for a moment, and then said: "If Jiang Shu knows that even you are plotting against her, she will hate you."

Hate... This word made Lu Xun's heart suffocate, "I did all this for her benefit. Sooner or later, Fu Shiyan will have nothing, and it is not her destination."

"Then who is it, are you?"

"..."

Qingying paused, and said sorry, "I will look for it." Then hung up the phone.

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