() The newspaper was dated five days ago.

Zigui looked at the above content and had a guess in his heart, but he didn't want to believe it.

Beichen was cooking, and she stood at the door of the kitchen: "Li Zhilan swallowed sleeping pills and died, what else is there I don't know." ”

"Since the day Li Zhilan died, the shares of Meng's company have continued to fall. Meng Junhao's company's things that can't see the light have also exploded, coupled with the chaos of his personal private life, he is now ruined, and the company he has been operating for many years is now in debt. ”

Zigui wanted to ask, did Ziheng do it.

But she was afraid of the answer.

Beichen squinted at Zi Gui: "Li Zhilan's matter was done by He Ziheng, and Jiang Shen also intervened in matters related to Meng Junhao, but not much." In He Ziheng's words, your mother's wish in this life is to make Meng Junhao and Li Zhilan irreversible. ”

Zigui felt that his heart was very heavy, as if he was pressed by a stone weighing a thousand gold and could not breathe.

"Meng Junhao and Li Zhilan also deserve it, don't take it too seriously. Jiang Beichen had a smile on his lips: "Even if He Ziheng doesn't do it, I won't spare Meng Junhao." You just got off the plane in Moscow and were kidnapped, and he did it. ”

Zigui frowned, she didn't expect this, and He Ziheng didn't say it back then: "I didn't plan to spare Meng Junhao and Li Zhilan, but I didn't expect that this matter would be done by him."

Li Zhilan's current result is like that, but Meng Junhao, I don't want him to have a good time. ”

Jiang Beichen put the fried vegetables on the plate: "Come, do you like it?"

Zigui was not in the mood to eat, but looking at Jiang Beichen's expectant gaze, she couldn't bear to say that she couldn't eat it.

"So to speak. Jiang Beichen pulled Zigui and sat down: "You have been back for so long, and I know everything, but the reason why I haven't moved him is to leave it to you." It's just that I didn't expect He Ziheng to do it. ”

Zigui was silent.

Beichen continued: "He Ziheng is not only for your mother, but also for himself. Back then, he saved you, broke his fingers, injured his internal organs, and fell into a lot of problems over the years. This saves you the hassle of thinking. ”

"How is Old Man Meng's side. ”

"The things of that year, Mr. Meng also made it clear to Meng Junhao. Now, no matter how far Meng Junhao goes, he will not help, and the rest of the Meng family has also put Meng Junhao on the blacklist. ”

"I want to go back. Zigui said: "Before I go back, I think about it, my mother and Jiang Sheng will take it home." ”

"Good. Jiang Beichen promised: "We'll clean up in a while and leave." ”

Zigui nodded.

Beichen's phone rang, and it was Uncle Lin calling.

Hang up the phone.

Meng Junhao jumped off the building and died. ”

There was no surprise on Zigui's face: "I can't support it so soon, I still want to go back to see it, and now there is no need for this." ”

"Shall we go then?" Beichen asked her.

Beichen and Zigui were thinking about when to go back.

But He Ziheng couldn't wait.

Li Zhilan died, and Meng Junhao jumped off the building.

There was nothing to do all of a sudden, and he panicked empty, it had been a month, and he hadn't seen Zigui for so long, and he couldn't contact Zigui.

Before Zigui left, he knew that Jiang Beichen was still in Hengcheng, and then Jiang Beichen disappeared, and there was no news from the two of them for so long.

Such news made He Ziheng panic.

He made a phone call: "Did you find the person I asked you to send?"

"I found it, and I'll send you the address immediately. ”

After He Ziheng hung up the phone, he saw the address in the mailbox.

He didn't stop, grabbed his things and went out the door, heading straight for the address.

Sure enough, he was.

Liao Qinghuan's son, Xiaotong.

Now he has become a teenager and is known as a genius painter, but this teenager never speaks.

Many people in the industry are rumored to be deaf and mute.

But only his family knows that this child has psychological problems and is unwilling to speak.

He Ziheng walked towards Xiao Tong, who was sitting in the corner, and sat opposite him, he was not in a hurry to speak, just looked at the young man in front of him.

However, the other party didn't see him, and Xiaotong's eyes never fell on him.

It seems that He Ziheng is a transparent person, just a wisp of green smoke, which cannot be seen with the naked eye.

Twenty minutes later.

He Ziheng smiled self-deprecatingly, he had to admit that his patience was limited after all: "Xiaotong, after so many years, do you still remember Qiu Zigui." ”

Hear Zigui's name.

Xiao Tong's eyes moved.

If there are things in this world that can make Xiaotong react, one is the painting in front of him, and the other is Qiu Zigui.

He Ziheng continued: "Have you ever looked for her, do you guess Zigui still remembers you?"

Xiaotong's eyes drooped, not looking at He Ziheng, his face returned to expressionlessness, and he Ziheng was indifferent no matter what he said.

He Ziheng took a deep breath, his brows furrowed as if he was carefully studying the person in front of him, he wanted to see through this person: "Qiu Zigui accidentally injured a person's life, I want you to replace her, are you willing?"

Xiaotong didn't react at all.

After waiting for another fifteen minutes, He Ziheng got up: "Forget it, I'm looking for you, Zigui didn't know about it, if she knew, she would definitely scold me."

Tomorrow is the last day, if you want to see her, I can arrange it, of course, if you don't want to, forget it, I will tell Zigui, I didn't find you. ”

After speaking, He Ziheng turned around and left.

He took two steps at a time.

Finally, he spoke: "Wait!"

He Ziheng turned his back to Xiaotong, and a smile appeared on his lips, flashing.

Turning his head again, He Ziheng's eyes were only grateful.

Two days later......

Beichen and Zigui had just arrived in Moscow, and Zigui was full of distress: "Sorry, I don't remember, they are in that cemetery." ”

"I know where. Beichen said: "It's late today, let's go to rest first, and tomorrow we will go to the cemetery to take them home." ”

in the hotel.

Zigui cleaned up and turned on the TV.

A domestic channel is broadcasting the news of a teenager who injured someone to the point of his death, and his teenager is the new genius painter Zhang Xiaotong.

The next series of reports are all small to large details of Xiaotong.

Liao Qinghuan and her husband were blocked outside the studio, they watched helplessly, and the police car took Xiaotong away.

Remembering the interview, the last shot is to ask Xiaotong, is there anything else that can't be put down?

"I want to see my sister. ”

This is the only thing Xiaotong has said since he met He Ziheng.

"Beichen!" Zigui rushed to the bathroom: "I, let's go back to China, let's go now." ”

Beichen looked at Zigui so anxious that tears were about to come out: "Did something happen?"

"Kiri-chan. Zigui said: "He had an accident and was sentenced, and I want to see him." ”

Jiang Beichen muttered in his heart: "Come, sit down first." I called and asked. ”

He called Jiang Shen directly: "Young painter, what's going on with Zhang Xiaotong." ”