Sheng Quan drove the car to obey Sheng Congsu's instructions and sent Huo Minglang back to the hospital. His stomach was full of words, and he swirled back and forth around his mouth, but he didn't know how to speak.

Sheng Congsu sat in the back seat, obviously very tired, his face was pale, only a pair of sword eyebrows were black, and his thin lips were pursed into a line. He caught a glimpse of Sheng Quan looking at him intentionally or unintentionally, so he said slightly: "What's the matter?" ”

"I just saw it." Sheng Quan paused: "With her mother." ”

"Hmm."

Sheng Quan choked, this answer, obviously he didn't want to talk about it anymore. It's over, and even Sheng Yang doesn't have it in his eyes, so isn't there no love left for life? This is the reason why I was looking for Dr. Huo?! Sheng Quan panicked, and glanced at Sheng Congsu's face from the rearview mirror again. His cheeks were pale, and his eyes were blue.

Sheng Quan immediately wanted to cry. He endured it for a long time and trembled and said, "Seventh Prince, did something happen when you went to the police station for two hours that day?" ”

Sheng Congsu looked tired and said impatiently, "What can be the matter?" ”

"Old Seven, do you have some terminal illness?!" Sheng Quan was almost crying, and his voice was hoarse.

Sheng Congsu was startled by his attitude, and finally opened his eyes, Sheng Quan pulled aside for a while, turned around and cried with a sad face, he who had always called people the seventh son, only said at this time: "Seven, seven, don't scare me." ”

Sheng Congsu frowned: "Are you in love again these days?" Stupid like this. He thought about it for a while, I was afraid that Sheng Quan had misunderstood something. He was not a person who talked much, but said: "Huo Minglang's brother is Huo Yu." ”

"Oh......" Sheng Quan's mind finally turned.

Who is Huo Yu, the first person in the underworld in Busang City. There are some things that Sheng Congsu is inconvenient to do, but Huo Yu can solve them.

"Hmm. For the past two days, I have been clamoring to see you. I don't think Miss Song will move out of the Jiangsu Road villa in a short time. ”

Sheng Congsu didn't open his eyes, but said, "You don't have to tell me these things in the future." ”

Sheng Quan didn't seem to hear it, and then said: "Miss Song, you also have to understand her, hatred covers her eyes, and she will definitely report the case with evidence." Seventh Prince, I'd do the same if I were her anyway. ”

The car drove smoothly to the center of the city center, high-rise real estate, French-style building community. Sheng Congsu got out of the car and sneered: "What do you know, she is responding to me." ”

It had been nearly twenty minutes, and when he replied to such a sentence, Sheng Quan was stunned for more than half a moment. But after thinking about it for a while, I figured it out again.

In the final analysis, I'm afraid that Song Ru and I also know that this case can't make big waves, after all, this is still Busang. But even if she knew that she couldn't make a name for herself, she still reported the case without hesitation. Then she really hated it.

On the same day, Sheng Congsu was released on bail by his lawyer. Later, he also heard that Song Ru and I had called the police station to ask about the follow-up treatment. She didn't ask why she let people out so quickly, nor did she rush to them and slap the table to get justice. She was even quick to say thank you, a little plainly, for now.

Sheng Congsu felt chilled to the bone, he went all the way to the twenty-eighth floor, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and looking down, pedestrians are like ants, what if he owns the world?

And Song Ru, who returned to Xiangjiang Villa, finally opened the legendary forum post after arranging Sheng Yang. In the post, the person's name is just redacted and indicated by letters. But the background and appearance of the net worth are carefully described, and anyone who knows a little bit can guess that it is talking about Sheng Congsu.

The landlord pointed to Sheng Congsu's murder and the incident of killing a foreign student in London, and his tone was indignant, and he bluntly said where is the justice of the law? !

This post has attracted considerable attention, and someone even replied below: "This matter should be made clear by Sheng Congsu's wife, she should know best." ”

Song Ru and I quickly turned off the web interface, she dialed Sheng Quan's phone for the first time, and after a few rings, the other end obviously picked up with some hesitation: "Miss Song? ”

"Where is Sheng Congsu? You don't have to lie to me, I saw him today. You must know where he lives now. ”

"This ......"

"If you don't sue me, I'll go find Huo Minglang. I'm friends with her, just ask. ”

"Okay, okay, the seventh prince is now in Jianghai Nanyuan in the city center."

Song Ru hung up the phone with a "snap", she hurriedly went downstairs, and the old housekeeper frowned.

During the time when Song Ru and I were driving to the city center, Sheng Congsu received phone calls from Sheng Quan and the housekeeper in a row, all saying that Song Ru and I were unusual.

Sheng Congsu frowned, and twenty minutes later, his private phone rang and the screen read: "Wife".

This is the first time Song Ru has called him. Sheng Congsu kept pinching his mobile phone, listening to the ringtone from weak to strong, from strong to none. The name flickered on the screen, and he didn't answer.

It was two o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun was shining straight through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the empty living room. This city, at a glance, it is clear that he has a lot, but it is also clear that he has nothing.

In fact, many times, he knows that he has done something wrong, wishful thinking and even pitiful and pathetic. I have told myself countless times in my heart that Song Ru I hate him, and I have been stabbed, what else do you expect?

But people are so strange, there will always be some unrealistic extravagant expectations. You see that even if you have a child, there will always be some relief, so with such a heart, you are finally exhausted.

He didn't want to see her again.

Song Ru's call came in again, and the spring breeze blew in with warmth, Sheng Congsu suddenly felt cold all over, and felt cold. He finally picked up the phone, and said word by word in a cold and self-contained voice: "What's the matter?" ”

"You ......" Song Ru seemed to sigh: "Sheng Qi, you don't have to pretend to be stupid, I have something to tell you." ”

Sheng Congsu hung up the phone with a "snap": "We have nothing to talk about." ”

Song Ru and I were stunned for a moment, until the car drove into the community, and the security guard at the door stopped her and asked, "Who are you looking for?" ”

"Sheng Congsu."

"How many?"

Song Ru choked on me, she didn't know which building he was in, let alone which floor it was. The security guard glanced at her: "I'm sorry, I can't let you in." ”

"Then can you ......" Song Ru was a little embarrassed: "Can you help me find a resident named Sheng Congsu?" ”

The security guard looked at her with some amusement: "Of course not. ”

Song Ru was driven out again by me. And she called Sheng Congsu again, and she was inexplicably hung up in seconds, several times and three times, and then she came to her senses, she was obviously blacklisted.

Song Ru's face froze, took out his mobile phone again, and slowly edited the text message: I have some things that I have to talk to you face-to-face, and I am outside the door of your community.

She sent it out, hoping that he would also look at the intercepted text messages.

It's a pity that Song Ru and I have been waiting outside from two o'clock in the afternoon to more than seven o'clock in the evening, and I haven't seen anyone or any information.

The stars were shining, the night sky was clear, she was a little hungry, and suddenly she was a little uncomfortable. clicked on social networking sites, and in an instant, the news of "the divorce of the first son in the city" swiped the topic list.

Click on it, and there are even blurry photos of the two of them. And she opened the post again, but now there is another so-called whistleblower, who broke a photo. At a glance on the side face, it is Song Rume. This photo is exactly the picture of her meeting with Li Mubai in the café this morning.

In the photo, she is gently patting each other's hands