On the day of the blind date, I got a license with the president and my boss

The sky was white, the sun climbed into the sky little by little, and the weather was just right.

The vehicles to pick up the bride are very long, with an interval of ten meters. The whole Haicheng knows that Fu's executor is getting married today. It is no longer a hidden marriage, but an upright wedding.

In the car, Fu Shiyan was sitting in the back seat, dressed in formal attire, looking thoughtful.

Just as Liang Qiu was about to say something, the phone in his hand vibrated, and Secretary Huo called: "Mr. Fu, I found Jiang Zhou. He was very close to a woman named Lan Rui. I checked, this person Nothing special."

Fu Shiyan pursed her thin lips tightly, "Have you done a back tune, who is your network?"

"I've done it, they are all insignificant people, and...Jiang Zhou is not in our hands now, he is held down by another force, and he is at the junction of Jiangcheng and Haicheng."

"Who?" Fu Shiyan narrowed his eyes.

At this time, the vehicle had arrived at Wen's house, and the bodyguard got off the vehicle first.

"It's Mistress Wen, a member of Jiang Lingyu's sect."

He looked up, just in time to see Jiang Lingyu standing at the door waiting, with an elegant and virtuous posture.

"Find out the reason, and be sure to rescue him." Fu Shiyan paused, "Notify me as soon as you find out."

After hanging up the phone, he just got out of the car, walked up to Jiang Lingyu, and said respectfully, "Auntie."

Jiang Lingyu never hesitated to admire him, she nodded, "I can't be called aunt from now on."

Fu Shiyan stood in the bustle, his expression still dull, and he asked, "Where's Uncle Wen?"

"He... is not very comfortable today. He will arrive at the wedding venue later. I'm afraid there is no way to do some etiquette. You forgive me."

Jiang Lingyu also received a temporary notice.

Fu Shiyan was thoughtful, but there was no opinion on his face, "No problem."

Its daybreak.

Jiang Shu woke up from the chaos, her whole body was sore, her voice was too hoarse to speak, and every movement of her vocal cords was as painful as a stone mill.

The bald people are still playing cards, and no one cares about her.

Looking at the blue sky in the distance, she felt as if she was about to die in the wilderness.

Today is the wedding of Fu Shiyan and Wen Su, and it is very likely that it is also the last day of her life in this world.

What a pain, I will never come again in my next life.

Seeing her unconsciously looking into the distance, the bald man said, "The wedding won't start until later. Think about what you want to say to your family. If I'm in a good mood, I'll convey it to you then."

Jiang Shu sneered, and said in a hoarse voice: "You killer, you still have humanitarianism."

The bald head threw the card on the ground, and began to speak viciously, "Stop talking nonsense, you only have this one chance."

Last words... Jiang Shu raised her head, her only real family member was Lao Jiang, but she still hasn't found him, she is sorry for his kindness in nurturing.

As for Jiang Zhou, he will know everything soon, and hope he won't blame her by then.

Biological parents...they won't accept the news of their real daughter's death, they have no way of verifying the authenticity of the news, they will only treat Wensu as their own.

Wensu did it, and really replaced everything about her.

It doesn't matter if you die, everything is clean, and you don't have to live with the so-called moral shackles.

Jiang Shu was almost dejected.

Here, when Fu Shiyan entered Wen's house, he did not go to see Wen Su immediately, but asked to meet Wen Jing, but was stopped by the waiter.

"Sorry, Mr. Wen doesn't see you today."

"Me too?"

"Yes."