"What the hell are you going on tonight? I'm getting more and more unable to see through you. In the car, Su Qingwu looked at Yan Murong who was sitting in the co-pilot and asked softly.

"Even I can't see through myself, how can you see through it?" Yan Murong smiled and said. "Okay, I'm a little tired, call me when you get there."

"You're not going home?" Su Qingwu asked.

"No return." Yan Murong moved his body down, leaned his head on the pillow of the seat, and said with his eyes closed. "I'll be beaten when I go back."

"Why?" Su Qingwu looked at Yan Murong and asked. "You just said, I'm your wife, since I have a home, why don't you go back? Uncle Yan won't do anything to you. ”

"That's right, you said you were my wife, why do you still call me Uncle Dad?"

“――”

Su Qingwu was silent, she didn't know how to answer this question.

Although on the surface she accepted Yan Murong as a man without resistance, in her inner subconscious, she was still unwilling to admit the relationship between the two.

The marriage of the two is purely for the benefit of the two families, and it happens that the two are a man and a woman, and they are of the same age, so the two have become the last two bricks on the bridge of interests.

Su Qingwu stopped talking, Yan Murong didn't speak even more, although his eyes were closed, he didn't really fall asleep, there were some things he hadn't figured out yet.

Just now in duckweed, Zheng Wuming said a word.

"It doesn't matter if you target me because of your light dance, or because you are instigated by others."

It was this sentence that made Yan Murong unable to figure it out - what did he mean? Because someone else instigated against him? Because of whom? Old man?

If the word "instigation" is used, it is usually said that the instigator is being used, but will the old man take advantage of himself? It seems that he only told himself to be careful of the Zheng family, and he didn't let himself do anything. And provoking Zheng Wuming's behavior is also his own idea.

sighed secretly in his heart, Yan Murong couldn't figure out the meaning for the time being, maybe only by asking the old man could he know what was going on with the Zheng family - but the old man was very strict, and even if you pry his mouth with an excavator, he wouldn't break out a word.

"By the way, how much money did I just win?" Yan Murong suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Su Qingwu and asked.

"Billion." Su Qingwu drove the car intently, and didn't even look at Yan Murong - this bastard knows money.

"Give it to me." Yan Murong said with a grin. Money is what he needs the most now.

Su Qingwu didn't speak, but the accelerator under his feet stepped down, and the speed of the car immediately increased.

"That's my money." Seeing that Su Qingwu didn't react, Yan Murong said again. "You don't want to embezzle my hard-earned money, do you? I was knocked down by that big black man, and now I still have pain in my body, and I need money to see a doctor. ”

“――”

Miss Su really wants to drive under the overpass now, it's better to crash the car and kill this bastard - you want money to see a doctor? Aren't you a doctor? Can you find an excuse to be a little worse? Su Qingwu thought, as long as he could find a bad excuse, he would give him the money.

"I'm your husband, so, you have to give me the money." As a last resort, Yan Murong reluctantly said that she was her husband again.

Su Qingwu still didn't speak, but parked the car aside, took out his mobile phone and pressed it a few times before he said. "It's turned."

"Okay?" Yan Murong asked in surprise. "I haven't told you my card number yet, where did you transfer the money?"

"Teng Xiangling's card."

Yan Murong wanted to scold people very much, but after thinking about it, he still dispelled this uncivilized idea.

Is this woman also sick in the head? Why, why did you put the money on the card of that crazy woman in Teng Xiangling? ――

"Nameless, you've gone a little too far today." In the study room of the Zheng family's villa, an old man with gray hair and a slightly chubby body looked at Zheng Wuming and said.

Zheng Yan is nearly eighty years old, but due to good maintenance, his mental improvement is much better than that of old people of the same age, and his eyes are like electricity.

"I'm sorry, grandpa, I was impulsive." Zheng Wuming respectfully refilled a cup of tea for his grandfather and said.

"You don't need to apologize to me." Zheng Yan said in a deep voice. "What you need is self-reflection."

"Nameless remembered." Zheng Wuming nodded yes, paused, and said. "However, Zheng Xiao was beaten by him."

"Let's fight." Zheng Yan picked up the teacup and took a sip before speaking. "When you should endure it, you must endure it to the end, the more anxious you are, the worse things will be done - on the premise of not violating interests, you have to endure it, Zheng Xiao I also know why he was beaten, this is completely his own fault, he also needs to reflect, but you can't use this reason to conflict with that kid of the Yan family."

"I see, Grandpa." Zheng Wuming nodded and said. "Looks like I'm going to have to take him seriously."

"I should have been serious." Zheng Yan said. "He is Yan Longteng's grandson, and Miao Potian's apprentice, no matter which identity you look at, you shouldn't ignore him - thirty years ago, I was able to drive Miao Potian out of the capital, and thirty years later, you can also drive his apprentice out."

Hearing his grandfather's words, Zheng Wuming was silent.

Although he was not born at the time, he had heard about it.

The big family of the Miao family collapsed overnight, which was a major event at that time, but now, it has become a taboo.

I don't know if I can drive him out of the capital, and I don't know if the people behind him will do it to themselves?

"Don't worry too much." Zheng Yan seemed to see Zheng Wuming's thoughts, and said softly. "It just needs to develop in a normal direction - he has money, our Zheng family also has money, he has people, and our Zheng family has the same people."

"Okay, you go out first, and reflect on yourself." Zheng Yan waved his hand, signaling that Zheng Wuming could go out.

"Yes, Grandpa." Zheng Wuming said goodbye to Zheng Yan respectfully, and then walked out.

Standing alone at the window, Zheng Wuming's face flashed with a confident smile.

"Yan Murong, today's humiliation, he will return a hundred times without a name, thirty years ago, my grandfather could drive Miao Potian out of the capital, thirty years later, I can also drive you out of the capital, and besides, I will defeat you in the field you are best at."

In an instant, Zheng Wuming's domineering spirit was fully revealed.