Shenhao: My Fiancee Is A Villain Female Ceo?

A loud sound woke up the lame man who had fallen on the ground and was numbly picking up the pieces of the plate.

The lame Zhang Heng suddenly raised his head, his eyes exuding a terrifying gaze.

"You...who are you?" Zhang Heng stammered, a little numb and mechanical.

Seeing this scene, the ugly middle-aged chef was frightened. What the hell?

Boss?

Is this a dead cripple?

Before he could react, Xiao Song rushed over and kicked him down, then helped Zhang Heng up from the ground.

He said cautiously: "Boss, I am Xiaosong, how could you live like this?"

Xiaosong, who has reached his prime, is horrified now to see the leader of the organization who was once so high-spirited turn into a beggar.

What happened to these elders after they escaped.

How could a man like him become like this?

"Xiao, Xiaosong?" When Zhang Heng heard the name, he couldn't help but murmured a few words, and then his eyes burst into light.

"You, are you still alive?" Zhang Heng held Xiao Song's suit tightly with one hand and kept saying.

"You are still alive. How is your sister-in-law? Where are the brothers who escaped with you back then? Are they still there?"

"Have your sister-in-law, mother and daughter, escaped back?"

Zhang Heng looked crazy, his eyes bloodshot and glistening with anticipation.

"Sister-in-law, she is very good, and her life is better than you think!"

"Our brothers who escaped back then were all following my sister-in-law." Xiao Song comforted Zhang Heng and carefully helped him leave the kitchen.

The moment he opened the curtain, he suddenly stopped and said fiercely to the ugly middle-aged chef inside: "You dare to hit our boss, you seem to be tired of living. I will settle the score with you later."

The moment the middle-aged chef was kicked down by Xiao Song, his heart felt cold.

People who drive Rolls-Royce!

This is an existence that I can't afford to offend. If I get angry, my small restaurant may be hopeless.

Sitting on the ground stupidly, they could only pray that the cripple would not care about this with them.

After being helped out of the kitchen, Zhang Heng dared to raise his head and look at the cheongsam woman seriously, when some memory fragments overlapped with her current appearance.

Zhang Heng's eyes gradually became moist.

The same is true for Jiang Hongyan. At this moment, she is more like a normal woman, not the underground queen of the magic city.

Cover your mouth and try not to cry.

Zhang Heng said in a hoarse voice: "Hongyan...it's really you."

He was surprised, excited, and scared.

With himself in this state, facing his wife, he really had no shame in raising his head.

Jiang Hongyan didn't care at all about his appearance.

She could no longer sit still, so she stood up and walked over, picked up his face that had been roughened by time, and kissed him directly.

"After all these years, I finally found you."

Jiang Hongyan raised her head and looked at her husband's face, with infinite tenderness in her eyes.

"Let's go home!"

"My daughter is still waiting for us."

Zhang Heng nodded and let Xiao Song support him.

Behind Jiang Hongyan, there was a man with the same excited eyes.

"Boss!"

Zhang Heng gradually regained his energy and looked at him with a forced smile: "Xiao Wu."

Several people chatted for a long time, and Jiang Hongyan finally focused on the fat proprietress. Her eyes with soft eyes were instantly icy cold, and she said coldly: "You..."

Before she could finish her words, Zhang Heng stopped her.

Zhang Heng waved his hand and sighed: "No need to pay attention to it. I have been eating and drinking here for a long time in these years. Otherwise, I would still be a beggar sleeping on the street."

Having said this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

These years have been really unsatisfactory.

I didn't even think of going to Demon City to see if there was any news about them.

However, he has no household registration, no money, and is disabled. He can only walk when he goes to Shanghai.

After hearing what he said, Jiang Hongyan nodded.

"Let's go back."

It wasn't until everyone got in the car and left that the middle-aged chef climbed out of the kitchen.

The fat boss lady still looks frightened.

"You bastard, I just say be nice to this cripple. Maybe he will remember your kindness."

"Look, he drives a Rolls-Royce! His subordinates are all Mercedes-Benz, so this disabled person must be unusual!"

The fat lady boss came to her senses, turned around and ridiculed the middle-aged chef in various ways.

I regretted it deeply.

"How did I know that this damn cripple has such a background? If I had known that his wife and his subordinates were rich people, I would have given him up long ago."

"You ride a horse and feed people leftovers without paying them wages. How dare you blame me?"

"What did you say, ugly thing? I will tear you apart!"

The two people started fighting in the store, and the scene was eye-catching.

Jinling Airport, on Jiang Hongyan's private plane.

After listening to what Jiang Hongyan said along the way, Zhang Heng couldn't help feeling that he had really lived like a dog these years.

There is no comparison with her.

As the plane began to taxi on the runway, Jiang Hongyan put away her phone and said to Zhang Heng, "Brother Heng, your hands and legs will be cured when you return to Shanghai."

Zhang Heng was stunned for a moment, and then said in disbelief: "Can it really be cured?"