At nearly three o'clock in the afternoon of the same day, Zhao Zihao came to the agreed café in advance. He had so many questions to ask and too many words of thanks to him.

When the needle was about to point to three o'clock, a man wearing a black coat, a peaked cap, and a pair of sunglasses on his nose, stepping on a pair of shiny leather shoes, gradually walked towards Zhao Zihao.

He sat directly opposite Zhao Zihao, nodded slightly at him, and said in a low voice: "Zhao Zihao?"

Zhao Zihao nodded again and again: "I am what I am, you are ......"

"Well, I'm the one who saved you," the mysterious man said, leaning back in his chair casually, "My surname is Wang, and you can call me Mr. Wang." ”

Zhao Zihao said gratefully: "Thank you, Mr. Wang! I, I don't have any savings at hand for the time being, so I bought a fruit basket and thanked you! Of course, I will definitely repay you if I have a job in the future!"

"And Mr. Wang, don't worry, I will never do anything illegal and undisciplined again!

He came up with a guarantee, his expression was earnest, and his tone was very credible.

The mysterious person, that is, Mr. Wang, waved his hand: "Don't be so anxious to thank you, I didn't save you in vain, I naturally asked you to help me do things." ”

"Yes, please tell me something. Zhao Zihao was sitting on his lap and listened carefully to his words.

Mr. Wang asked, "You must have heard about An Yu's succession, right? Oh yes, he has changed his name to Tocy now." ”

"Yes......" Speaking of this, Zhao Zihao was depressed and said angrily, "An Yu is obviously my son, but he follows An Suwen's surname An! Originally, I thought, the surname An is surnamed An, it's my species, but I didn't expect that An Suwen taught him to not recognize me at all!"

"Now, An Suwen has even gotten him abroad and passed him on to a gringo! This woman is really ......"

As he spoke, he hesitated and asked cautiously, "Sir, since you have the ability to get me out of prison, you should be able to help me get my son back to China, right?"

The mysterious man didn't speak, the sunglasses he wore could almost cover half of his face, and Zhao Zihao couldn't see what the other party's look was at all.

Zhao Zihao rubbed his hands awkwardly and assured again: "My son is really important to me, as long as you can let him come back to me, even if I will be a cow and a horse for you for the rest of my life, I will be willing!"

He has lost Wang Meng, and his son belongs to him and Wang Meng, but he can't lose it anymore......

The mysterious man didn't answer, but asked another question, and his voice was deep: "Do you hate An Suwen?"

His voice seemed to have a unique magic power, full of temptation: "You should know the ins and outs of Wang Meng's suicide, right? She indirectly led to the death of your beloved woman, don't you hate her?"

"An Yu is obviously your son, but she took matters into her own hands and agreed that An Yu would pass on to Mark, causing your father and son to be in a foreign country, and it was difficult to see each other again, so you don't hate her?"

Zhao Zihao felt that the eyes under the mysterious man's lenses seemed to be staring at him tightly, his eyes were confused for a moment, he nodded firmly and resentfully, and said loudly: "You're right, I hate her, I hate her to death!!"

The last few words, almost shouted out, provoked the guests to look at him strangely.

And the mysterious man was obviously satisfied, and his voice was also happy: "Very good, since you hate her and want your son back, then you listen to me, only I can get your wish as you wish." ”

Zhao Zihao nodded hurriedly: "I will, I listen to you, everything is up to you!"

"Very well," the mysterious man seemed to smile, "for now, you stay home for the time being, and I'll reach out to you if something happens." ”

"Sir, go slowly!"

Respectfully said goodbye to the mysterious man, and at the moment when he saw him leave, Zhao Zihao felt dizzy, he thought that he had not rested well, so he didn't think much about it.

Around the corner of the street, the mysterious man glanced at him, smiled coldly, and then disappeared into the crowd.

Zhao Zihao came home groggy and fell asleep.

Maybe it's thinking about it day and night, this night, in Zhao Zihao's dream, a low voice kept telling him: "You hate An Suwen, you must listen to Mr. Wang, only in this way can you get your son back......"

In his sleep, Zhao Zihao frowned and muttered, and the bedroom returned to calm.

An Suwen's side.

The impact of Wang Meng's suicide, with the help of Ji Xingchen, netizens were gradually diverted.

After all, now everyone knows that Wang Meng is too extreme and reckless. Then, it is not impossible for her, who originally wanted to die, to decide to pit An Suwen before she died.

Public opinion is gradually improving, and even some netizens began to feel sorry for everything An Suwen suffered, after seeing Ji Xingchen deliberately release the news that An Suwen sent her daughter abroad in order to protect her daughter, she began to reflect that her insult was really excessive.

Moreover, the reporters who used to besiege the villa gradually disappeared.

That night, Ji Xingchen got off work early, and when he saw An Suwen doing homework with the children, he suddenly sighed: "Alas, if Chenchen is still at home, I don't know if she will be bullied in the United States." ”

Before An Suwen could speak, Ji Mingzhi hurriedly replied: "Mom said, Chenchen is doing well in the United States, with An Yu taking care of her, and Uncle Mark and them, so don't worry!"

After speaking, Ji Mingzhi asked puzzled: "Dad, Mom know, don't you know?"

Ji Xingchen: "......" No, he doesn't want to know.

Seeing Ji Xingchen's deflated appearance, An Suwen couldn't help but smile, and after receiving the man's pretended fierce gaze, she suddenly smiled even more.

This daughter slave, what a ......

After dinner, An Suwen took the children out for a walk, they were tired from school for a day, and they started to write homework as soon as they got out of school, and they should take a break.

When they left, Ji Xingchen was in the study to handle official business. An Suwen led one in one hand and led the chirping children out of the door.

"Mom, I don't think Dad seems to be a little unhappy. Ji Anzhi scratched his hair and asked in confusion, "Why is this?"

The corners of An Suwen's mouth twitched, and she smiled: "Don't pay attention to him, he's just too idle." ”

The three of them talked as they walked, and An Suwen could always hear that since she left the villa, there had been a slight footstep in her ears.

She continued to talk to the children quietly, thinking that an unrelenting reporter was following, and around a corner, An Suwen quickly turned her head.

I saw a slightly familiar figure, and quickly lowered his head, took out the mobile phone in his pocket, and made it look like he was going to make a call.

The night was a little dark, and An Suwen didn't see the other party's face clearly, but she felt inexplicably that this person seemed to have seen it somewhere.