A café.

"Qiangzi, I called you today to talk to you about something."

"Godmother, I can just go to the house to talk, and you don't have to make a special trip."

"It's not appropriate to talk about this at home. Qiangzi, did your mother talk to you about your background when she was alive? As soon as Long Xiaoqin opened her mouth, Wen Qiang knew her intention.

"My mom told me that I wasn't my mom's biological son, I was adopted when I was very young."

"Did your mother tell you who your real mother was?"

"I've said it, it's you." At this moment, Long Xiaoqin looked very surprised, "What? You already knew, so why didn't you recognize me? ”

Wen Qiang's face suddenly became gloomy, "You were so ruthless to give me to someone else, why should I recognize you?" ”

Long Xiaoqin said with tears in her eyes: "Qiangzi, I know it's all my mother's fault, my mother regrets it very much, and her intestines are all remorseful, and she has made you suffer all these years." But Mom is very glad, glad that your adoptive mother educated you so well and so well. Qiangzi, Mom gave you to someone else because of her heart. ”

"Hardship, no matter how great the hardship is, it won't give me to others."

"Son, you, you are not Wen Tianheng's flesh and blood."

"What? Am I not Wen Tianheng's son? Wen Qiang suddenly bounced up from his chair, "What's going on?" ”

"Actually, Wen Tianheng, who I only met when I was just pregnant with you, and soon we got married, and Wen Tianheng thought you were his biological son. A few months after you were adopted, Wen Tianheng went to see you in person to take you home, when your adoptive mother lied that you had died. ”

"And who is my real father?"

"The purpose of my visit today is to tell you everything about your background. Before I say anything about your biological father, I want to ask you, if your biological father is not as good or even bad as you think, can you withstand such a blow? ”

"He didn't raise me, and we didn't have any feelings between us, no different from strangers, so why should I be hit? Besides, it doesn't matter if you say it or not. Actually, this is not Wen Qiang's heart, he wants to know who his biological father is. In order to calm the small excitement in his heart, Wen Qiang began to drink coffee.

"Your biological father is, it's Li Lianying."

As soon as Li Lianying's three words came out, Wen Qiang sprayed the coffee in his mouth on Long Xiaoqin's body with a "poof", "What did you say?" Li Lianying! It must be a hallucination, it must be that I heard it wrong. You repeat, who is my biological father? ”

Long Xiaoqin deliberately slowed down the pace, "Li-Lian-Ying, you used to be his secretary. ”

At this moment, Wen Qiang's eyes were full of blood, his fists were clenched very tightly, and his head was trembling constantly.

"Nope! No! Why would God do this to me, hahahaha! Wen Qiang seemed to be crazy, stood up and ran towards the door. Long Xiaoqin also ran out, and the waiter hurriedly came out to stop Long Xiaoqin, "Auntie, you haven't paid yet." ”

"Take it, don't look for it." Long Xiaoqin casually took out a stack of hundred-yuan bills from her purse, handed it to the waiter, and ran out.

"Son, wait for Mom, Mom hasn't finished yet." Wen Qiang has disappeared without a trace, "Evil, evil!" ”

Wen Qiang ran as he ran, and a picture (memory) flashed in his mind: ...... The killer, codenamed Huang Finch, finally pulled the trigger, only to hear two gunshots, and Wen Qiang fell in a pool of blood in an instant...... Suddenly, one of Huang Que's hands quickly stretched out to his waist, and the SWAT sniper squatting on the upper floor of the Cultural Palace immediately pulled the trigger, only to hear three "pop pop" sounds, and Huang Que's head and chest fell in a pool of blood after being shot three times...... There are also Wen Qiang who was taken away by the police twice, his wife Wang Xiaomei was assassinated by a killer, Song Xinyu was tortured by Li Lianying's brother-in-law, and so on, Li Lianying's evil deeds are monstrous, and she can't understand the hatred in her heart when she dies a hundred times. But why is Wen Qiang so painful?

"Why him? Why him? Why? Wen Qiang roared at the sky!

Long Xiaoqin's face was gloomy, and she returned to the villa listlessly, "Wife, what's wrong?" What's wrong? ”

"It's nothing, it's just a little tired, I'll go to bed and lie down for a while, don't bother me."

That night, Wen Qiang drank a lot of wine in the bar, and he walked staggeringly, and he accidentally bumped into someone, "My mother, you don't have long eyes." ”

A man with a Sichuan accent scolded Wen Qiang, and then slammed Wen Qiang's palm, pushing Wen Qiang to the ground.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, he's drunk. Brother Qiang, why are you drunk like this? Go, I'll send you home. "At this moment, Zhong Qianqian, who was here for recreation, saw Wen Qiang and sent Wen Qiang to her home." Brother Qiang, you are so heavy, I'm tired. ”

Zhong Qianqian finally helped Wen Qiang to her home. "Brother Qiang, come, drink some water!" Zhong Qianqian poured Wen Qiang a glass of boiled water, and then took off Wen Qiang's shoes. "Brother Qiang, why are you drunk like this? Did something happen? ”

At this time, Wen Qiang's mobile phone rang, and Zhong Qianqian connected the mobile phone, "Husband, where is it?" Why don't you go home so late? ”

Zhong Qianqian panicked suddenly, "Oh no, it's Wang Xiaomei, I embezzled the money in her store before, and I still put croton powder in the coffee machine, she must hate me to death, I can't have a head-on conflict with her." ”

Zhong Qianqian didn't dare to make a sound, and immediately hung up the phone, and then used Wen Qiang's mobile phone to send a text message to Wang Xiaomei: Wife, I am working overtime in the company, it is estimated that it will be very late, I will live in the office tonight, don't wait for me, go to bed early, good night!

Wang Xiaomei: Husband, then don't work too late, don't drink too much tea, you will have insomnia, your sleep will not be good.

Wen Qiang: I know, you should go to bed early.

Wang Xiaomei: Husband, good night!

"My mother, fortunately, I reacted quickly, and I just scared the baby to death."

In this way, Wen Qiang slept on Zhong Qianqian's sofa for a night.

After six o'clock the next morning, Wen Qiang slowly opened his eyes, he found himself lying on the sofa, Zhong Qianqian fell asleep on the edge of the sofa, "What happened?" How could I be in Zhong Qianqian's house? It must have been a splinter last night. ”

Wen Qiang quietly got up and covered Zhong Qianqian with a blanket, and then left a note: Qianqian, thank you last night, I'm leaving.

Liu Xuan's former residence.

"Xiaowen, you haven't been here for a while, I was about to contact you, but I didn't expect you to come, I really have a friend with you, hahaha!"

"Teacher, what advice do you have? Students would like to hear about it. ”

"Sit down, here's the thing."