After the flash marriage, the wealthy husband can’t hide his vest

Zhang Chunyan still felt a little reluctant in her heart. This is a woman, always soft-hearted.

Zhang Chunyan was burning paper while teaching her son Xiaoshuo: "Xiaoshuo, we are burning paper for your father. Do you know that your father drowned in this river? He was killed by someone. You didn't have a father when you were born." ”

While talking, Zhang Chunyan cried.

She knew that Lin Weilong came to her not out of real nostalgia, but because she was the secretary's wife.

But at least they had a son again. With this kind of relationship, Zhang Chunyan couldn't hate Lin Weilong for his indifference.

Xiaoshuo was just a baby, so he didn't know this. He was quiet, looking around, and didn't cry.

After paying homage to Lin Weilong, Zhang Chunyan returned to the hotel with her son in her arms.

She did not stay in a large hotel on the Internet, but in a small hotel with lax management.

Zhang Chunyan lied that she had lost her ID card and that she had a child with her. The hotel owner saw that it was not easy for her, so he let her stay.

When Zhang Chunyan returned to the hotel with her son in her arms, the hotel proprietress and her good sisters were chatting at the front desk.

The good sister glanced at Zhang Chunyan, waited for someone to go upstairs, and said: "It's not easy for women nowadays. When you are young, you take care of your son, and when you are old, you take care of your grandson. You see, when you go on a trip, nothing goes smoothly, and you have to take care of your grandson." .”

The landlady said: "That's not her grandson, it seems to be her son."

"Son?" The good sisters were surprised: "You are so old, but you still have a son? Old clams give birth to pearls."

"What's new in today's society? It advocates having more children." The landlady teased: "How about you have one too?"

"Go, go, go, I'm already in my late fifties, I've already gone through menopause, and I'm still giving birth to a baby."

The two chatted.

Zhang Chunyan took the child back to the room. Without the care of the nanny, Zhang Chunyan was in a hurry to take care of the child. She was old and couldn't bear to stay up late, so she stayed up all night and couldn't get up the next day.

She couldn't get up, but the child had to get up to drink milk and change diapers. If she felt uncomfortable at all, the child would cry to express it.

The hotel proprietress passed by Zhang Chunyan's room many times and could hear the child's cry.

The landlady felt strange and knocked on the door: "Do you need help?"

Zhang Chunyan put down her child and hurriedly opened the door.

She hadn't washed up yet, her hair was messy, her body was stained with milk powder vomited by a child, and her figure was out of shape, so she looked sloppy. She really didn't look like a mother, but a grandmother.

The landlady said: "Why does the child keep crying?"

"This child is not easy to take care of." Zhang Chunyan was also low on energy. She didn't have a good night's rest and she almost collapsed.

The landlady looked around the room. There were not many clothes for the child, and diapers and milk powder were everywhere.

This looks like he has no experience.

The proprietress began to wonder whether the child was Zhang Chunyan's. Since he didn't show his ID card and was alone with the child outside, he couldn't be a human trafficker, right?

The landlady suppressed her doubts and remained silent.

She asked a few questions and then went out. To be on the safe side, the proprietress called the police station and asked them to come over and investigate.

If this is really a human trafficker, that would be terrible.

Soon, people from the police station came, but Zhang Chunyan couldn't take out her ID card. To be more precise, she didn't dare to take it and was hesitant, which aroused the police's suspicion and took her and her child to the police station.

Zhang Chunyan had no choice but to take out her ID card when she arrived at the police station: "I remembered my ID card. My name is Zhang Chunyan..."

The policeman from the police station looked at the ID card and asked, "Is this child yours? Where is your husband? Where is the child's father?"

Zhang Chunyan said subconsciously: "He passed away."

Lin Weilong passed away, there is nothing wrong with that.

The police didn't believe it and asked again: "What is your husband's name, where does he live, what hospital was the child born in, and when..."

The police asked detailed questions.

How dare Zhang Chunyan reveal Yang Zheng's information? If she did, Yang Zheng would definitely find her out.

"Comrade policeman, my husband is indeed dead. His name was Lin Weilong. I brought my children here to pay my respects."

"Lin Weilong?" the policeman remembered: "Is this the deceased who was fished out of the river some time ago and was not claimed by anyone? We checked the deceased's information and found that his wife was not named Zhang Chunyan, and his wife has passed away. Tell me honestly. , what are you doing here, is this child yours, and what is your relationship with the deceased."