The girl sat on the couch and had been sobbing there for half an hour. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Wang Yang stood beside him with a bewildered expression.

"Who is she?" Wendy asked, wiping the corners of her eyes in a hoarse voice.

"You don't need to know this. Wang Yang said helplessly.

"It's Taeyeon-senpai, right?" said Wendy.

Could it be that the two of them behaved so clearly before? Wang Yang couldn't help but think in his heart.

Seeing that he fell silent, the girl had a "sure enough" expression on her face.

"I knew it. Wendy muttered quietly, tears drying away from her face. It doesn't look any different than it did when it came.

Seeing that she seemed to be back to normal, Wang Yang cautiously asked, "You don't plan to live here this time, do you?"

"Who said I'd like to live here!" said the girl, who had heard him say this, like a cat that had been stepped on by its tail.

Wang Yang sighed in his heart: It's really a sin.

"It's better for you to treat me as your niece, Taeyeon-senpai won't say anything. Wendy said irresponsibly, and got up and walked to the bedroom.

Wang Yang moved his mouth in the back, but he didn't say anything after all. This girl must have been crying in front of him for so long, it must have been on purpose.

Alas.. Iniquity.

"Wedny, I'll go to the company, will I settle dinner by myself or wait for me to come back and pick you up?" Wang Yang, who had already accepted the reality, shouted into the bedroom with the closed door.

"I'll wait for you to come back. Wendy opened the door and looked at him with pitiful eyes.

"Okay. . . Wang Yang didn't dare to look at this girl, because he would feel like garbage that had been discarded from the beginning.

I went downstairs and found my car in the garage, and Wang Yang drove it to the company building.

After listening to the reports of the ministers below in the office, the clock on the wall was already pointing to half past five.

"That's all for today. ”

"Yes, President. ”

Several people bowed slightly, and left one after another. The remaining Zhao Mingxuan handed over a letter from the side.

"President, this is an anonymous letter that I received from outside yesterday, and the recipient is your name. ”

"Anonymous letter?" Wang Yang took the letter in his hand, and an ominous feeling suddenly rose in his heart.

"You go out first. He tore open the letter and said quietly.

"Yes. . . Zhao Mingxuan saluted, and walked out lightly.

Wang Yang was the only one left in the office. He took the letter that had been torn open, and with trepidation pulled out a folded letter and a photograph from it.

The letterhead is printed on the computer:

I wanted to sell evidence of your true identity, and I offered $10 million, and refused to close the deal below that price. The remittance account is Alec Ackley, the ordinary account of the **bank** branch. The deadline is the end of August 2012.

If the money is not remitted within the time limit, the transaction will be deemed invalid, and you will not be contacted in the future, and the evidence will be handed over to a third party, including a judicial officer.

Wang Yang's whole body stiffened, he looked at the photo, and immediately felt a feeling of dizziness. The photo shows her mother, the familiar street, the place where she grew up, and the mother in the photo should be on her way home, because she is carrying a few bags of freshly bought vegetables in her hands.

Wang Yang sat on the sofa dejectedly with the photo. The first thing he thought of was those shareholders who questioned his identity, but after Long Jiu and his "purge", there were not many old people left, they were all old guys who didn't do anything, and they were all waiting for death. Zhou Fangqiao, who had some city capitalists, died inexplicably in Japan, and he couldn't think of anyone else who would know his secret.

Wang Yang looked at the photo carefully, and the picture was very clear, as if he was standing in front of his mother to take a picture.

Who is it? Wang Yang was thinking about it when his mobile phone suddenly rang. He almost jumped in an instant.

It's wendy.

"Uncle. . . The girl's weak voice came from the other end.

Wang Yang said simply: "I'll come back." He hung up.

He was in a state of confusion at this time, since the other party had already investigated his home, he obviously knew his identity completely.

The thought that he might be prosecuted by the board of directors for "fraud" and spend his life in a prison cell, Wang Yang felt cold all over.

He got up abruptly and took the coat from the chair, and the open window on one side blew in a cold wind at this moment, making him shiver.

Back in the apartment, Wang Yang tried to restrain his expression, but he still involuntarily showed a little sadness.

"Uncle, do you have a bad complexion, do you have a cold?" Wendy reached out to touch his forehead.

"It's fine. Wang Yang said and pushed her hand away.

The girl looked at his back, suddenly bit her lower lip and said, "I'm the one who made you feel troubled, right?"

"Nope. Wang Yang waved his hand, his expression still a little cold. He was thinking about something else at this time, oblivious to the girl's changing tone.

"You just hate me for being troublesome!You just like Taeyeon-senpai, okay, I'll just go!" Wendy ran out of the apartment crying.

Wang Yang looked at her back and opened his mouth, but he didn't chase her out.

He took out the threatening letter and the photo in his arms and looked at it again, calmly thinking about the person who might have done it.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the surroundings were full of danger, and the enemy hiding in the shadows could give him a fatal blow at any time, and now he didn't even know who the other party was or where he was.

Ironically, he had sat comfortably in his office in that building and was his president.

What qualifications do you have, what right do you have to sit in that position? Impostor, despicable fellow!

The man who sent this letter must have said so if he had stood in front of him.

Wang Yang smiled self-deprecatingly. He admitted that he had "adapted" to Zhang Mingyu's identity, and even if he had the opportunity to be an ordinary person now, he would probably be reluctant.

Be sure to find that person and keep him shut up forever.

This thought flashed through his mind like a flash of lightning, but Wang Yang was startled by himself.

Why do I think that?

He shook his head vigorously, trying to get the horrible murderous thought out of his mind. But the harder he tried, the clearer the thought became.

Wang Yang stood up, walked under the windowsill, picked up the kettle on the table, and poured himself a cup of hot water.

Drink a few sips of hot water. Wang Yang stared at the shadows of the trees downstairs for a while, and then he turned his gaze to the living room.

For some reason, everything in front of me seemed a little unfamiliar. The gray sofa, the clock on the wall, and the pair of slippers that the girl left behind at the entrance all seemed to have quietly changed unconsciously.

Or, what has changed, is it just me?

Wang Yang felt his whole body stiffen, and the heat that had just returned to his body seemed to have disappeared without a trace. (To be continued.) )