Jiang Ziwen's face suddenly changed after feeling (shēn), and Qiu Limo suddenly panicked. He didn't know what was wrong with his question, and said tremblingly

"No... I'm just asking. ”

"Just ask?" Jiang Ziwen grabbed the young man's hair, and his tone was still very serious, "Why are you asking this casually?" ”

"Uncle Yu and Ren Yuan rescued me back, I'm a little scared of Ren Yuan... If there's something you want to ask Uncle Yu, you'll definitely want to ask. Qiu Limo said in a panic, feeling that the girl after (shēn) did not let go of herself at all, and there was already a crying tone between her words, "I really just ask casually, I promise not to ask nonsense again." ”

Feeling that the young man in front of him really had no special intentions, Jiang Ziwen relaxed, and said softly, "Don't inquire about these things in the future (qíng), Uncle Yu, their work confidentiality (xìng) is very high, can't you make a noise, do you know?" ”

"Uh-huh, I see." Qiu Limo nodded hurriedly, then was stunned for a moment, and asked a little uneasily, "Just like when you rescued me before, it's a very dangerous mission, right?" ”

"It's not necessarily, sometimes it's safe." Jiang Ziwen straightened out the young man's long hair, took a piece of skin (tào) and tied it up, touched the latter's head and said, "You don't have to worry about these things, they are all professionals, and nothing will happen." Get up and show my sister if it looks good. ”

Knowing that he couldn't delve into the details, Qiu Limo temporarily suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and looked at Jiang Ziwen with a stiff smile on his face.

"Yes, yes, I'll change my clothes later, let's go."

"That Sister Jiang..."Qiu Limo stretched out her hand and pointed to Jiang Ziwen's dresser, and asked timidly, "Can you borrow me your cosmetics..."

"Uh... You're welcome..."

…

With bursts of empty pain in her brain, the weak girl slowly opened her eyes. In front of him is a familiar ceiling, and when I turn my eyes, I see a familiar room, and then I see a familiar (shēn) shadow on the side (chuáng).

"Dad... Father? The girl asked in disbelief

"Well, it's me." The middle-aged man sitting next to the chuáng leaned down, gently stroked the girl's cheek and asked, "How do you feel?" Is there anything wrong with it? ”

"It's okay... I just feel a little tired..."Not accustomed to the other party's intimate behavior, the girl replied with a whisper, shrinking her body back slightly.

Lying on the (chuáng) was Meng Fusheng, who was snatched away by Prometheus, and the middle-aged man sitting next to the (chuáng) was naturally her father Meng Wei. And she was not somewhere else, it was the third floor of Meng Wei's seaside villa, her own room.

"I remember, I think I've been kidnapped?" Meng Fusheng asked suspiciously, she felt that her memory was very complicated and chaotic, as if she was missing something and as if she was missing nothing.

"Do you remember who robbed you?"

"I... I don't remember, they knocked me out when they took me out..."Meng Fusheng tried to recall, in fact, she vaguely remembered that she escaped with Yu Qian, but now she naturally didn't dare to say that. I just shirked that I was knocked unconscious, and I don't even remember.

"Is that so? Did they sneak into your room and knock you out? Meng Wei looked at Meng Fusheng, whose eyes were not blinking, and asked in a deep voice.

He knows his daughter too well, and when Meng Fusheng lies, his eyes will show so confidence and determination. However, he did not intend to expose his daughter's lies, and what he desperately wanted to know now was whether Prometheus had really severed Meng Fusheng's connection to that world, as he said.

That day at the XXX Hotel, the tall man who claimed to be Ren Yuan still heard what he said to him. Maybe others heard that sentence as a joke, but Meng Wei knew very well what the other party was talking about.

"They... I don't know Dad. Meng Fusheng knows that there is such a thing as lying, the more you say, the more wrong you are, and if you want to make a lie become a fact, then you must say as little as possible" My head hurts, I feel that they have broken my head, and when I think hard (qíng), it hurts. ”

"Okay, then you rest first, and I'll ask Mama Zhang to stew some ginseng porridge for you to make up for the shēn." Meng Wei didn't mean to force Fusheng to speak, and nodded with a smile. After sorting out her daughter's scattered temples, she was about to get up (shēn) and leave.

Faced with his father, who suddenly became very kind to him, Meng Fusheng suddenly felt indescribably awkward. Although her memories of that night were blurry, the past had not disappeared with the chaos of those rì. The harsh and cold image of her father is still deeply rooted in her heart. Meng Fusheng felt both strange and disobedient to the father in front of him who suddenly became gentle. Although it is still the iceberg face that does not melt in his old age, the tone is not as cold as usual.

"That, Daddy." Meng Fusheng whispered to Meng Wei

"What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry for the trouble..."Since his mother left, Meng Fusheng's memories of conversations with his father were mostly quarrels and confrontations. This long-lost apology, on the one hand, is because her father's attitude in front of her makes her a little uncertain, and on the other hand, because she is afraid that Meng Wei will see through the truth.

She remembered that she took the initiative to contact Bai Tianqing and them to escape from the Meng Mansion, but she was a little unsure of the reason for the escape. There seemed to be something thick in his mind.

"It's better than anything else that you can come back safely." Meng Weifu sat back next to Meng Fusheng (chuáng), held his daughter's soft and weak pancreas into the palm of his hand, and said softly, "I know, you don't like your little mother." As a father, I am indeed incompetent, ignoring your feelings and forcibly leaving you (jìn) at home. ”

"Dad, I..." Meng Fusheng opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by Meng Wei

"You don't have to tell me what happened that night, you're an adult my child. I understand that you have your joys and sorrows, as well as your little secrets. ”

Hearing Meng Wei say this, Meng Fusheng lowered his eyelids with some shame and avoided his father's gaze. She knew that Meng Wei had seen through her clever little tricks, but she didn't expose herself to her face.

"This time, I thought Dad was doing something wrong and didn't take into account your feelings. If there is anything to do in the future, remember to discuss with your dad and stop doing some dangerous things (qíng), okay? You know, Dad has been working hard in the mall all these years, and it is inevitable that he will offend some people. I can't stay by your side all my life, sooner or later I will leave you, and you have to learn to protect yourself. Got it? ”

"Well, I got Dad." Meng Fusheng nodded obediently, she didn't know if it was because she was robbed this time that Meng Wei's attitude changed so much. But from her point of view, this is not a good thing, even if the past estrangement is still deeply imprinted in her heart. But at this moment, she is willing to accompany Meng Wei to maintain this scene of father and daughter filial piety. She doesn't care if it's fake, it's better than being beaten.

Perhaps in Meng Fusheng's heart, what she hated was never the hard-working and capable father, but the Meng Wei who ruthlessly abandoned herself and her mother. At this moment, all kinds of warm pictures of childhood about father and mother resurfaced in front of me.

"Well, don't worry too much, it's all in the past. You have a good rest. Meng Wei comforted softly, and even the cold and hard face warmed up in Meng Fusheng's eyes.

"That, Daddy." Meng Fusheng gritted his teeth and asked in a low voice, "How did I come back?" ”

"Are you not impressed?" Meng Wei frowned and asked

"No, not at all." Meng Fusheng said with a bitter face, "I have been feeling hazy yesterday, and I don't know whether I am awake or sleeping. When I woke up, I was already lying here. ”

"Yesterday?" Meng Wei pondered for a moment and asked, "Fu Sheng, do you know that you have been kidnapped for a few days?" ”

"I was kidnapped last night, right?" Meng Fusheng replied stunned, "Isn't it?" ”

"No, today is March 24th, and you've been robbed for twelve days." Meng Wei said in a deep voice

"Twelve days!" Meng Fusheng was born in shock, and just wanted to open his mouth to ask how Bai Tianqing was, but immediately reacted that his father didn't know that it was Yuqian and them, and took the lead in taking him away, so naturally it was impossible to know how Bai Tianqing (qíng) was doing. The words circled around his throat a few times, and then he asked, "Didn't the police come to the door to investigate?" ”

"Of course the police are here, how can Dad not call the police for such a big matter." Meng Wei looked at his daughter with a strange face and asked, "Why are you asking this?" ”

"I'm just curious why the police haven't found me for so many days. I remember that the police officer surnamed Yu who interrogated me at that time didn't he look very powerful? Meng Fusheng led the topic to Bai Tianqing in a roundabout way, wanting to get a little bit of wind from his father's mouth.

"The police have been here a few times, but they have checked and asked a lot, but nothing has been found." Meng Wei was very dissatisfied in his tone

"The police officer surnamed Yu is here too?"

"You care about him?" Meng Wei asked with some confusion

"It's not... In addition to the few policemen at the gate of the community, he is the only one I am familiar with. Meng Fusheng replied with a weak heart

"He came a few times and said that he had contacted me about his progress, but in the end he didn't hear from me." Meng Wei didn't continue to dwell on it, and answered his daughter's question lightly. Hearing that Yu Qian, who was in the center of the crisis that night, was fine, then Bai Tianqing would naturally be fine, and Meng Fusheng's hanging heart was also relaxed.

"So, how the hell did I get back?" After understanding these details, Meng Fusheng became more and more curious about this issue

"I received a handwritten letter this morning telling me to send 80 million to their designated account within two hours, and as soon as I sent the money to them, I received a second letter saying that you were in the car at the door. I went out and looked, and sure enough, you were sleeping in the back seat of the car. Meng Wei said calmly, "This gang of robbers is good at talking, and their actions are also sharp. ”

"Aren't you mad at me?" Hearing that his nonsense had caused a loss of nearly 100 million to his father, Rao hated Meng Wei to death in the past, and he was full of remorse at the moment.

"Of course angry is angry." Meng Wei pretended to be stern and said, and then smiled softly, "But compared to my precious daughter, money is nothing." Even if I want to dump my family (dàng) property, and go back to the past (shēn) penniless, I don't hesitate. ”

Hearing this, Meng Fusheng raised his head and met his father's warm (qíng) eyes. Meng Wei looked at his daughter and said softly

"Ten years ago, I lost your mother because of my incompetence, and I have always regretted it. Now, I don't make the same mistake again. ”

Everything in front of him made Meng Fusheng wonder if he was still dreaming. The other hand secretly pinched himself under the silk quilt, confirming that it was not a dream, and had to put a well-behaved smile on his face that was not as embarrassing as possible, with Meng Wei, whose attitude had changed greatly.

After some comfort, Meng Wei finally left Meng Fusheng's bedroom. Out of his daughter's door, his watch (qíng) instantly cooled down and returned to Meng Fusheng's familiar appearance.

Judging from Meng Fusheng's performance, it seems that Prometheus really did not deceive himself. But Meng Wei is not a guy who trusts others easily, and returned to his study on the second floor with a silent sneer on the corner of his mouth, picked up the mobile phone on the table and dialed a number.