Dad can't come back from the dead, so who is this person?

Despite many doubts, He forgot to believe inexplicably that this photo was not fake.

Mike slowly withdrew his phone, and he forgot to give up his eyes.

"Come with me, and I'll take you back to the hotel in a moment." ”

Mike's voice was steady, but it revealed a message - he knew which hotel he was staying in.

It seems that in this whirlpool, she is like a helpless boat, and anyone's wind and waves can overturn it.

"Wait a minute. He said to Mike.

She wanted to make a phone call, but Mike didn't stand in the way.

He forgot to dial the phone, and thankfully, Wang had already answered the phone.

After her surgery, Wang has sent flowers and movies, but no one has come.

Wang didn't speak.

He took a few steps and cut a few meters away from Mike.

"Did you know there's a racer named Mike?" asked He Forgetzhi softly with the microphone in his hand.

"I don't know. Wang had the sound of tapping on the keyboard as he spoke.

He seems to be very busy, why not be afraid of disturbing him, thinking about making a long story short.

"He's always raced with Bonbon, and he knows Lu Feng as well. After He Forgetzhi finished speaking, he immediately said: "He showed me a photo of Jiang Mingyue and a man who looked like my father." ”

Wang Jiyan suddenly asked, "Where are you now?"

"The entrance to the hospital. ”

"Wait for me. ”

He forgot to hang up the phone and stood aside, she didn't look at Mike.

Mike walked over, He forgot to dodge a few steps, Mike put his right hand in the pocket of his pants, and smiled indifferently, "Don't be nervous, I won't kidnap you." ”

He Wangzhi's eyes rolled slightly, thinking that it might not be, and the bad guy didn't write the word "bad guy" on the door of his head.

Mike saw that He Wangzhi was guarding himself like a thief, and he only thought it was funny, and he really laughed.

It's a very indifferent person, and he laughs like a winter when the snow has melted, cold and warm.

Seeing Mike laughing, He Forgetzhi was a little embarrassed, but he was still far away from him, vigilantly waiting for Wang Jizhi's arrival.

Wang has come quickly, but because He Forgetzhi is in a hurry, this time seems to be very long.

He forgot to find that since he came to country M, every time he saw Wang Jiyu, he was wearing formal clothes.

When I was in China, my peers wore casual clothes, and even professors and lecturers were mostly not so particular.

He has a tall figure, an excellent temperament, and is full of luxury in formal clothes.

Wang got out of the car and walked to He Wangzhi's side, his expression was very light, but his eyes were very sharp.

Wang Jiyan's gaze swept coldly over Mike's body, and He Wangzhi, who was standing aside, felt reassured.

Mike was not very friendly to Wang Ji, and he was not annoyed.

He walked over, stood still in front of Wang Jiyan, took the initiative to stretch out his hand, and said, "I have long admired the name, my name is Zhou Dingkang, you can call me Mike." ”

Wang replied lightly, "Long admiration." But he did not stretch out his hand.

If it were someone else, he would definitely feel that he couldn't get off the stage, but Mike naturally withdrew his hand.

Mike ate a closed door at Wang Jiyan's place, but he didn't have much emotion, and turned to He Wangzhi and said, "Can you go?"

When he heard this, he immediately looked at Wang Ji.

"Please lead the way. ”

Wang has cherished the words like gold, and Mike nodded.

Without waiting for Mike to speak again, Wang Jiyan said again: "Why don't you forget to take my car." ”

Mike nodded and said to Wang Jiyu, "Mr. Shishan Song is there." ”

Wang's expression changed slightly, and Mike had already turned around and got into his car.

He forgot that he was still stunned, and Wang said, "Don't get in the car yet." ”

He forgot to say "oh" and followed behind Wang Jiyu.

After getting in the car, He Wangzhi finally couldn't help it and asked Wang Jiyu, "Do you know who Mr. Song of Shishan is?"

Wang Jiyu was originally closing his eyes to recuperate, but when he heard the words, he opened his eyes and turned to look at He Forgetzhi.

He forgot that his hair was shaved, and although he looked good with a wig cover, it was not conducive to the hygiene and recovery of the wound.

Now she has a small bald head and wears a hat.

Because she has no broken hair, she looks dark and has vivid eyebrows when she wears a hat.

"Like a little monk. Wang said and gently took off He Forgetzhi's hat.

He Forgetfulness flinched, and instinctively leaned his back against the car door, trying to block the scar.

Wang Jiyu's strength was gentle but strong, pulling He Wangzhi to his side and carefully looking at He Wangzhi's wounds.

He forgot to be embarrassed and embarrassed, wanting to break free, but had no strength.

It took a long time for Wang to let go of her.

He forgot to quickly take the hat from Wang Ji's hand and put it on.

There was something strange about the atmosphere.

Wang Jiyu looked out the window, and He Wangzhi also looked ahead.

Mike's car was driving fast, but Wang's driver was also very powerful, biting his back tightly.

Wang was silent for a while, and then said, "Shishan is a casino, and Mr. Song is the owner of the casino. ”

He Forgetzhi took out his mobile phone and showed Wang Jiyu a photo of his father.

"Do you see that this Mr. Song looks like my father?" He Wangzhi's voice was very anxious.

Wang Jiyu glanced at the photo, it was an old photo, He Wangzhi's father was about thirty or forty years old, and He Wangzhi was not old.

Their father and daughter stood in front of a field of sunflowers, He Forget Zhi was wearing a pair of small leather shoes, dark blue shorts, an off-the-shoulder T-shirt with two ducklings painted on her chest, her hair was not long, but it was soft and naughty, looking at the camera with a smile, missing two front teeth.

It's very cute, like a little doll in a painting.

Wang Jiyan looked at the photo seriously, and looked at Wang Jiyu with a blank look.

"Like?" she couldn't help but ask.

"Like. Wang said, "Like a cherry blossom country doll." ”

He forgot that he didn't react for the first time, and only then did he realize that Wang had said himself again.

Her face flushed, and she quickly said, "I mean Mr. Song doesn't look like my father." ”

Wang took He Wangzhi's mobile phone and airdropped the photo onto his mobile phone.

He forgot that he was reluctant and felt a little embarrassed, but now he had to ask Wang Jiyu, and if he refused, he could only stay in his throat.

After receiving the photo, Wang asked He Zhizhi, "Are there any other similar photos?"

He Wangzhi shook his head, "My dad doesn't like to take pictures, and it is said that this one was taken with me after I begged many times in an afternoon when I was a child." ”

He Forgetzhi said, looking at the father in the photo like a baby.

Wang had frowned, she didn't seem to understand what she meant.

He Wangzhi put away his mobile phone and looked at Wang Jizhi with a blank eye, and Wang Jizhi realized that he had not answered He Wangzhi's question just now.

"I don't know if the two of them look alike. ”

He Forgetzhi showed a disappointed expression.

"Because I haven't met this Mr. Song at all. "This Mr. Song has a great reputation, but he is almost in a state of seclusion, never showing up, I have heard that his legs do not seem to be very good." ”

"What do you mean not very good?"

"It seems to be a little lame. Wang said: "I don't know much about him. The Lion Mountain he founded is a very large casino, and it is rumored that Mr. Song's gambling skills are like magic skills, and he himself once said: He will not fight the world by himself, but many people will send the world to him after they have played it well. ”

He Wangzhi took a breath, this Mr. Song's tone was big enough.

Still, it sounds great, but how can anyone never lose? It's unscientific.

Wang Jiyan also thought so, and when he saw He Forgetzhi's thoughtfulness, he said: "He also lost, and that leg is the price." ”

He Forgetzhi gasped, "This is also terrible, I'd rather not win anything than lose a leg." ”

"It's good not to be greedy, but many people can't avoid the shortcomings of human nature. ”

With curiosity about Mr. Song, He Forgetzhi felt that the journey was particularly short.

"However, how did such a powerful person know Jiang Mingyue?"

"If this Mr. Song is the person you see in the photo who looks like your father, that's really interesting. Wang said.

The car drove onto a private road, passing through several inspection lanes along the way.

If it weren't for Mike opening the road in front, ordinary cars would undoubtedly not have been able to get in.

After passing through many passages, a European-style building finally came into view.

Mike got out of the car, He Wangzhi and Wang Jiyu also got out of the car, and Wang's driver stayed in the car.

"Mr. Song is waiting for you. Mike said, standing still.

After getting out of the car, He forgot that his feet were a little weak.

The towering buildings in front of her gave her a lot of psychological pressure, and there was always a faint bad premonition in her heart.

Wang Jiyu watched He Wangzhi rub against his side, like a puppy.

Why forget that he is really afraid.

Wang Jiyu stretched out her hand and held He Forgetzhi's, her hand was cold, but she immediately held Wang Jiyu's back.

He forgot that he was led by Wang Jizhi, took a deep breath, and walked into this European-style building.

Mr. Song's house is very much like the museum he has visited before.

Led by an aunt in a Chinese gown, they passed through several doors and finally arrived at Mr. Song's office.

Mr. Song's office is very large, with floor-to-ceiling windows on one side, facing the lake behind the house, and the scenery is particularly beautiful.

The walls of cool books are full, and there are ancient and modern classics on them.

Wang has noticed that many of the books here are classics or out of print.

It seems that this Mr. Song is not a reckless man who can only be opportunistic and ruthless.

A hooligan is not enough to worry about.

But a literate scoundrel, you still have to be careful with the embankment.

Wang had quietly observed the indoor environment, but he only looked at the middle-aged man standing with his back to them, holding a cigar in his hand.

The middle-aged man turned his head, and He Wangzhi immediately gasped.

This Mr. Song is the man she saw in Mike's photo, the man who looks like her father.

Mr. Song's movements were a little stiff when he turned around, and he could see that there was really something wrong with his legs, and when he was standing, it was obvious that his right shoulder was lower than his left.

He Wangzhi looked at Mr. Song, and Mr. Song also looked at He Wangzhi fixedly.

He forgot that he was speechless.

After a long while, Mr. Song pointed to the sofa opposite him with his cigar and said, "Sit down!"

He forgot that he was so shocked that he couldn't move, but he was still taken by Wang Jizhi and sat on the sofa.

Mr. Song observes Wang in the smoke.

He Wangzhi sat on the sofa and kept looking at Mr. Song.

"The operation was a success. Mr. Song said to He Forgetzhi.

He Zhizhi nodded, his voice was hoarse, "Who are you?"

Mr. Song was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

His smile doesn't look like his father, who is a nerd and usually looks preoccupied, but when he laughs, he looks like a child.

But this Mr. Song, the smile does not reach the bottom of his eyes, even if he is smiling, his eyes are sharp and clear.

"Haven't you already guessed it. Mr. Song said.

He Forgetzhi shook his head, "Impossible, Granny Qiao said that my father has only one son in his life." ”

The corners of Mr. Song's mouth were slightly upturned, and he did not comment.

"I don't know what you mean by forgetting?" Wang said.

Mr. Song put down his cigar and faced Wang Jiyu.

When he looked at Wang Jiyan, the perfunctory smile on his face was gone, and he had a very sharp feeling.

Wang was very calm, and calmly followed Mr. Song's unfriendly eyes.

"You're good, young man!"

Wang doesn't think it's a compliment.

Sure enough, Mr. Song took out a Q from the drawer in the next second, and aimed the muzzle at Wang Jiyu.

In country M, it is legal for a person with certain qualifications to hold a Q.

Wang Jiyu's expression did not fluctuate in the slightest, and even his eyes did not change.

He forgot how could he have expected things to develop in this direction, and he didn't expect Mr. Song to pull out Q without saying a word, especially in this study full of cultural atmosphere.

He forgot not to think much about it, when Mr. Song pointed at Wang Jiyu with his Q mouth, she stood in front of Wang Jiyu.

He Wangzhi's body still has a faint smell of medicine, and her body is soft.

Wang Jiyu subconsciously grabbed He Wangzhi, and then pushed her aside.

Mr. Song took the Q and walked over.

"Mr. Song, don't be impulsive!" He Zhizhi stood up and said in a trembling voice.

Mr. Song turned a deaf ear to what he had said.

He forgot that he was half frightened to death, but he also knew that he couldn't let Wang Jiyu have an accident.

"Mr. Song, if you do this again, I'm going to call the police!"

"You can call the police. Mr. Song's voice was very cold, and he immediately sneered: "You followed my men and sneaked into my house, I just taught a thief who trespassed on to it." ”

He forgot to curse in his heart, it is really a disaster for dangerous things to fall into the hands of dangerous people, or is it better for me to be in the heavens!

Mr. Song got closer and closer, and he forgot to see that his legs were really bad, and he was really afraid of going off the rails when he walked.

She closed her eyes and blocked in front of Wang Jiyu.

Wang Jiyu's expression was very calm until He Forgetzhi stood in front of her, and his eyes darkened.

Like a vigorous cheetah, Wang Jiyu stood up sharply and pulled away from him.

He forgot that his body was crooked, and at the same time, Wang Jizhi teleported in front of Mr. Song like a shadow.

He forgot not to understand the specific details, but saw that Wang Jiyan's hand was clasped on a certain part of Q, and Mr. Song couldn't pull the trigger, and then Wang Jizhi took Q off and dismantled it into a pile of scrap metal in three clicks.

Mr. Song was not annoyed, he looked at Wang Jiyu, and after a while, he actually smiled.

He Wangzhi's forehead was bruised, and he felt a severe headache.

It hurts so much!

He forgot to squat down, hugged his head, and exhaled in pain.

Wang had come over and carried her to the sofa.

Dr. Song made an internal line and called a doctor, and the doctor quickly arrived, and after seeing the specific situation of He Wangzhi, he gave her a painkiller injection.

The effect of the painkiller came up quickly, but He forgot that he was still tortured.

Her face was pale, her lips were white, and the flesh on the right side of her face trembled uncontrollably because of the headache.

He forgot that he began to consciously start after the operation, and the first time he found that he had a headache was that the flesh on his face trembled and frightened, and then he had a psychology of self-loathing.

But this condition did not last long, and there were even worse postoperative reactions, so He Forgetzhi slowly carried all this.

But Wang Jiyan saw it for the first time, and he was stunned, and his temperament was as cold as a piece of ice.

Mr. Song stood next to He Wangzhi and asked Wang Jizhi in a deep voice, "Young man, look at her now, will you blame me for holding a Q at you?"

Wang Jiyu pressed He Wangzhi's hand and didn't let her press the flesh on her face again.

After a while, everything returned to normal, and He Wangzhi's breathing gradually stabilized.

The turmoil has passed, but He Wangzhi's nerves are still tense.

She said to Wang Jiyu: "Otherwise, you should go first!"

She was scared and called Wang Jiyu over, who knew that Mr. Song actually made a murderous move.

He Forgetzhi was afraid that such a situation would happen again, thinking not to drag Wang Jiyu down and tell him to go first.

Wang shook his head and sat beside her.

"Stay today. Mr. Song said.

He forgot that he was reluctant and looked at Mr. Song with a face of refusal.

Mr. Song snorted coldly, "I won't do anything to him." ”

He forgot not to believe it, and said: "Anyway, what you are looking for is me, let him go!"

Mr. Song's anger was arched again, "Don't think I don't know, you are making such a fuss now, and he is also responsible!"

He Wangzhi's eyes flickered, she remembered that day, in a café by the sea, she asked Wang Jiyan if the text message was sent by him, and Wang Jiyan did not answer her.

But no matter what, He Forgetzhi didn't want Mr. Song to hurt him.

"That matter was not investigated. He forgot that he was vague, and wanted to pass it off, and asked Mr. Song, "What do you want to do with me?" You and Jiang Mingyue ...... What's the relationship?"

It is very impolite to ask such a question, for a relationship that is just a first meeting.

However, she knew that Mr. Song would not be angry with her.

Because if she didn't guess wrong, Mr. Song should be her uncle.