Sweet wedding kiss, Mr. Huo’s most cherished treasure

Cheng Wanzhong stayed at Linjiang Villa for two days and went home on the third day.

Now she is equivalent to her father's partner, and she can no longer be a rich second generation like before, just waiting to die.

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"Daughter, do you think I can wear this to the live broadcast?"

Cheng Zhengping stood in front of Cheng Wanzhong wearing a black suit and adjusted his black tie at the collar.

To be honest, Cheng Zhengping's appearance is not bad, otherwise it would be impossible to give birth to a beautiful little girl like Cheng Wanzhong.

This man looks like a business tycoon, who knows the pickles he sells!

Cheng Wanzhong pursed his lips, "Dad, I think you can wear a vest, which will make you more grounded."

"Nonsense! Doesn't your father want to be image-y?"

Cheng Wanzhong was really impressed. She had never seen another person who cared more about image than her father. What kind of image was needed when he was reduced to a live broadcast?

"Daughter, are you unhappy?" Cheng Zhengping asked.

His girl hadn't smiled in five hours.

Cheng Wanzhong shook his head first, and then nodded.

Cheng Zhengping suddenly frowned in worry, "What's wrong? Who made the little guy unhappy?"

"I..." Cheng Wanzhong pursed his lips, unable to say what was in his heart, "It's nothing."

Before going home this time, she added Wen Ru's WeChat message.

In the past few days after returning home, she has been sending Wen Ruo WeChat messages.

He gets back to her every time.

But this time, it's been two days, and I haven't seen him reply.

For some reason, Cheng Wanzhong was upset and had a bad feeling.

But she had no connections in City A, so she didn't know what Wen Ruo's situation was now.

Cheng Zhengping's forehead twitched when he saw Cheng Wanzhong's sad face.

"Daughter, do you know?" he asked, feeling uncomfortable.

He had kept that matter secret from Cheng Wanzhong.

Cheng Wanzhong's heartbeat increased, and she immediately turned to look at her father, "What do you know? Dad, are you hiding something from me?"

Cheng Zhengping paused, then sighed.

He left the live broadcast room and came back a minute later with a newspaper and handed it to Cheng Wanzhong.

"I originally wanted to hide it from you."

Cheng Wanzhong immediately opened the newspaper.

#ashiwenjiaheirshipwreck#

#文戾生死不知#

Cheng Wanzhong's heart sank and tears fell down.

"Dad, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Wanwan, I am your father. You can't hide your thoughts from me. I don't want to make my daughter sad."

Cheng Wanzhong cried harder, "Dad, he is the person I like, but I am the last to know about him."

The date on the newspaper was two days ago, the day Wen Rubu replied to her message.

Cheng Wanzhong went to City A that day. As soon as she got off the plane, she went straight to Linjiang Villa.

But there was no one in the Linjiang Villa.

She stood at the door shivering from the cold.

The cold wind blew by, and my cheeks hurt like a knife.

At this time, Cheng Wanzhong was like a lost child, standing there at a loss.

Her mind was as confused as a pot of porridge, and she had no idea what to do next.

It started to snow in the sky, and Cheng Wanzhong started to cry.

The little girl's shoulders were shaking and she was crying pitifully.

I don't know how much time passed, but Cheng Wanzhong suddenly felt someone tapping her shoulder from behind.

She immediately turned around in surprise, "Wen Zhu!"

"No." Jiang Muye frowned, "Cheng Wanzhong, right?"

Cheng Wanzhong nodded immediately, "It's me, I know, you are Wen Ru's friend, how is he?"

"Not very good." Jiang Muye sighed.

His heart felt as if it had fallen into an ice cellar, Cheng Wanzhong's whole body began to tremble, and tears began to slide down his red cheeks.

She cried until she could hardly breathe.

"He... is he dead?"

Jiang Muye felt uncomfortable because the little girl was crying. He patted the girl on the shoulder.

"He's not dead. Come with me and I'll take you to see him."

An hour later, Cheng was brought to the dock by Jiang Muye.

"Why did you bring me here?" Cheng Wanzhong asked.

She wanted to see violence.

She wants to see violence.

Instead of coming to this broken pier to blow the cold wind.

Jiang Muye raised his hand to wipe her tears, and then put the brain on her down jacket on her head.

"Stop crying. If you want to see violence, you have to take a boat."

Cheng Wanzhong: "What do you mean?"

"You're so stupid." Jiang Muye slapped her forehead in disgust, "I don't know how you grew up so safely."

After finishing her words, before Cheng Wanzhong could speak, Jiang Muye led her onto a cruise ship.

The cruise ship set sail. Cheng Wanzhong stood on the deck, looking at the endless darkness ahead, his voice trembling:

"You...are you going to take me to find Wen Ru's body?"

Jiang Muye glanced at her and said, "Wen Li was in an accident, but he is not dead. This matter is very complicated. I can't say more to you now."

Cheng Wanzhong felt relieved, it's good that he's not dead, it's good that he's not dead.

The next second, countless terrifying thoughts suddenly emerged in her mind.

What if Wen Ru becomes disabled?

Almost four hours later, the cruise ship docked.

There were people unloading goods at the dock, and there were people queuing up to get on the ship.

Cheng Wanzhong got off the boat with Jiang Muye, and someone picked them up at the dock.

This man was a middle-aged man about 50 years old, wearing a black down jacket and bowing to Jiang Muye.

Cheng Wanzhong followed Jiang Muye into a black Maybach.

An hour later, the luxury car stopped at the door of a small white building.

After getting off the car, Cheng Wanzhong looked at the small white building and asked, "Is Wen Ruo here?"

"Yes." Jiang Muye patted the back of her head, "Go in. It's in the south-facing room on the third floor. I won't go in, otherwise it will easily arouse suspicion."

Cheng Wanzhong nodded, said thank you to Jiang Muye, then opened the fence door and walked in.

Cheng Wanzhong almost ran up to the third floor, walked through the corridor, and eagerly opened the door.

There is a person lying on the big bed, and a hanging bottle is still hanging.

After walking in, Cheng Wanzhong discovered that this person was Wen Ru.

The man's face was pale, his eyes were closed tightly, his thin lips were bloodless, and there were wounds on the back of his hands.

The tears that had finally been controlled flowed out again. Cheng Wanzhong squatted beside the bed, covered his face with his hands and sobbed for a while.

Then, she casually wiped the tears on her face, stretched out her hand, and carefully touched the back of the man's hand.

"Smell violence, smell violence."

No one responded to her.

Cheng Wanzhong wanted to cry again. She was afraid, afraid of the feeling of being in a fog and unable to see clearly.

"Wen Zhu, wake up?"

Cheng Wanzhong held the man's hand that was not hanging the bottle, lowered his head and kissed the back of his hand, "Wake up quickly? I'm afraid, I'm afraid of Wen Ru."

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"Wen Ru, you are really annoying. Why don't you take me home that day? Then I won't be so sad now."

She sniffed, "But no, if you didn't take me home that day, I would regret it for the rest of my life."