On the day of the flash wedding, I became pregnant with the heir of a wealthy family

"Let me see." Tong Hua came back to her senses, she stood up and came to him again.

Lu Yuchuan put his arms around her waist, let her sit on his lap, then turned on the light with his backhand, and opened the video he just received in WeChat.

The monitoring screen is not very clear, and the woman's face can't be seen clearly at all, but judging from her walking posture, she is quite elegant, and she should be wearing high heels.

After a while, several clear photos of the woman were sent to his mobile phone.

Afterwards, Mu Chen called, "Boss Lu, I found Jiang Qingli's photos, and found her old friends. These are all cut out from the group photo, and I sent you WeChat."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work. Don't just think about working overtime. Those who are married should spend more time with their wives." Lu Yuchuan said seriously, this marriage has been forced, and of course I hope he is happy.

On the other end of the phone, Su Ranran's voice came from the end of the phone——

"We're having a candlelight dinner! He's accompanying his wife! But Mr. Lu, do you have to give my husband some extra salary for extra work like finding someone?"

"What? Can't afford milk powder and diapers?" Lu Yuchuan smiled, "Tell him to work harder, and when the child is full moon, I will give you a big red envelope!"

Su Ranran blushed after hearing this, "What are you talking about? No birth or no birth! You can press anything, no birth! Hang up!"

After the call ended, Tong Hua and Lu Yuchuan's eyes met.

He asked her, "Honey, do you think... Mu Chen and Su Ranran are suitable?"

"There are no two people who are perfectly suitable in this world." This is Tong Hua's answer, "So, they both need to work together, and it depends on whether they are willing to pay for each other."

"Yeah." He nodded, feeling lucky.

Lu Yuchuan clicked on the photos sent by Mu Chen, and checked them with her one by one.

The woman in the old photos is very young, about 30 years old, and very temperamental.

When they saw her face clearly, both Lu Yuchuan and Tong Hua were stunned for a moment. This woman had been seen in Zhang Gao's photo album.

There was a photo with her father, Lu Chengguang... She looked so inconspicuous at the time, and she didn't think of her special identity.

Now that I looked at this woman carefully again, I found nothing but her temperament.

Therefore, the most important thing now is to find out her whereabouts.

As for this matter, Lu Yuchuan has already arranged for someone to investigate.

"Don't worry, the truth will come out." Tong Hua comforted him softly, "I believe that our father is still alive, and the truth will be found out. One day, all the bad guys will be wiped out."

Lu Yuchuan didn't have such a belief, because it was too long...but it was his extravagant hope.

same night.

Lu Baichuan's car was parked in the courtyard of the Lu family's old house, and he came back alone.

I got out of the car and slammed the door shut, tightened my scarf, and walked in through the snow.

"Master, Master Bai Chuan is back."

In the study, the housekeeper came up to report.

At this time, the old man was holding a writing brush, bending over to write quietly on the desk, with a serious face, neither turning his eyes nor responding, as if he hadn't heard the housekeeper's words.

The butler was very good at observing words and expressions. After a while, he took two steps back, turned and left.

After going downstairs, the butler told Lu Baichuan about the situation upstairs. Lu Baichuan thought about it, and then went straight upstairs.

But every time he took a step, he felt more apprehensive, as if he smelled an unusual smell in the air.

But he still came to the door of the study. He looked at the old man who was writing with a pen, but he didn't knock on the door. He bit the bullet and walked in.

Standing one meter away from the desk, he said respectfully, "Grandpa, I was wrong."

"What's wrong?" The old man continued to write, his voice was cold, as if he knew he would come.

Lu Baichuan pulled the scarf around his neck, threw it away, and then knelt down on his knees. He hung his head and straightened his waist, as if sincerely admitting that he had done something wrong——