Fuxing, who got out smoothly, took a taxi back to the hotel alone, and after a shampoo and shower and makeup, it was six o'clock in the afternoon, she came to the door with her satchel, and the familiar car also stopped on the side of the road on time.

The old courtyard restaurant in Beijing, the courtyard with a glass roof, full of flowers and trees, is elegant and chic.

Wen Shichang, who was sitting opposite her, was concentrating on sharing tea, his eyes with thin-rimmed light black glasses were calm and clear, exuding the stability and wisdom of an elite in the workplace from the inside out.

Perhaps every independent and strong girl has a mature and steady gentleman living in her heart, and recovery is no exception.

The first time I saw Wen Shichang was in the multi-day race in Monterey, USA, when Lin Huaijin, a car fan, took her to sit in the VIP seat with her, but she was really not interested in those cars, copper and iron, and sneaked out without half of it.

Then somehow, no one stopped her, she unintentionally entered the temporary event command center, under the hot sun, the tall figure standing in front of the big screen, wearing a white racer uniform, suddenly entered her eyes, she thought to herself: How can there be such a Sven racing driver?

Looking at him, Fuxing inexplicably thought of the business elite who were at the top of large enterprises, wearing suits and leather shoes, and strategizing, but not like those rough athletes who appeared in this wilderness.

Wearing headphones, he was scouting the game, and the big screen was half dense with red and green numbers, half of which was a dazzling battle, and he calmly spoke some technical terms she didn't understand, and commanded methodically.

Perhaps sensing the existence of a stranger around him, he turned his head and glanced at her impartially, that look was like the sun and the moon in a quiet pool, flat and steady.

Later, she learned that he was not a racing driver, but the head of a large brand team in Beijing, five years older than her, single, and had a daughter with his ex-wife, with a successful career and a solid family. So much so that she introduced him many times later: his name is Wen Shichang, but Lin Zhiyin still blindly calls him "successful people and successful people".

Thinking about it, she couldn't help but laugh.

"This is Biluochun's new tea, and it may be a little bitter." He handed her a glass.

"Thank you." Resuscitation took a sip, and it was so bitter that she couldn't help but stick out her tongue.

Wen Shichang was calm and said calmly: "Have you finished drinking that box of tea?" ”

He likes to collect good tea, and always let her "taste the fragrant tea, self-cultivation", and last time he came back from the tea city, he gave her a box of aged Wuyi Mountain Mother Tree Big Red Robe.

She doesn't like tea drinkers, but she also knows the sky-high price of this tea, and she was always reluctant to drink it before. But now, she didn't know which box of tea was pressed on......

"No, now I occasionally take Chinese medicine, and it's not good to drink tea."

"What's wrong, you're not feeling well?"

"It's okay, the tonic came, the doctor said I was anemic."

"Pay more attention to your body." Wen Shichang's expression was indifferent, and when he saw that her original long black straight sutra had turned into slightly curly dark brown hair, hanging softly on her neck, refreshing and white, he couldn't help but raise his hand and touch it.

Fuxing subconsciously ducked back, his hands were frozen in the air, looking at each other, she seemed to be startled, and hurriedly said, "I thought there were bugs." ”

Wen Shichang suddenly smiled faintly, he said: "I went to Pengcheng on a business trip last month, near your house, I wanted to see you, but I parked the car on the negative floor of the community, and as soon as I got on the elevator, a security guard called to say that my car window was smashed, and I was asked to ......deal with it quickly."

It's obviously a very unlucky thing, but he can say it so lightly. "Did you find the surveillance?" Resuscitation questions.

He shook his head, picked up his phone and answered a call with a "uh-huh" twice, just as the waiter served the first dish.

"Xiao Su, my car window was smashed again, and the car called the police over there." Wen Shichang looked at her and smiled, meaning uncertainly.

"Huh?" Fuxing frowned in surprise, paused, she quickly retracted her expression, and whispered: "Then you go and have a look first, I'm fine alone." ”

In fact, over the years, she has learned to change without being surprised and immovable, a large part of which is influenced by his character, when facing him, she always feels that the whole world is calm, and no waves are allowed.

She waited for him to speak—"It's okay, you eat first, and I'll deal with it when I send you back." ”

A few minutes ago, at WJ Music Company, Lin Huaijin came back to look for a circle and didn't see Liu Hansan, so he grabbed Niancy, a glamorous makeup artist passing by, and asked.

As soon as the makeup artist saw him coming back, he immediately took out the powder brush and loose powder from the makeup bag he was carrying, and "swished" to absorb oil and touch up his face.

"I don't know, Liu Hansan hasn't come back since he went out with you last night, and I haven't seen him send messages in the group."

"Isn't it?" Lin Huaijin's mouth was crooked, Liu Hansan's killing thousand knives didn't answer his phone call last night, and he had to avoid the crowd and escape back after he hit the wall!

Could it be ...... Liu Hansan died heroically?

"Yikes!" With a squeak, he almost let go of the phone he had just taken out of his pocket.

When Niancy saw that there was an injury on the side of his ear, she immediately raised her hand and slapped his arm, educating him like an old mother: "Why did you make your face flower again?" I tell you face every day, face is the most important thing, you always don't listen! ”

Lin Huaijin hurriedly hid, and the "phone turned off" in his ears made him put down his phone and look at the text message.

"At 18 o'clock, she was picked up by a car with license plate number xx at the door of the hotel."

"At 18:28, she and Wen Shichang entered the courtyard restaurant for dinner, and they did not find any intimate behavior for the time being."

Behind the message is a picture of the back of a man and a woman, the back of the woman, the shoes...... But he can recognize it by looking at the hair!

"Roast!" He almost crushed his phone!

Seeing his angry face, Niancy was startled and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Prepare the car, I'm going to go out!"

He turned around and left, and Niancy guessed on the phone: It looks like something big is going to happen this time!

At 19:30, an hour passed before Lin Huaijin sent the message "smashing the car".

He sat in the car outside the restaurant and waited, until he received another message on his mobile phone: At 19:32, the two separated, Wen Shichang went to the parking lot, and she went in the direction of the restaurant.

After the meal, it was completely dark, and she insisted on taking a taxi back to the hotel, and the night breeze was cool, she took a fresh mint candy, put her hand in the pocket of her coat, and calmly waited for the taxi to pass by on the side of the road.

Suddenly, a large black SUV stopped at her feet, and she craned her neck curiously, only to see the door open and a tall man wearing sunglasses stepped out.

It's him Lin Huaijin again! But before she could say "why are you here", she was brutally mentioned by him and stuffed into the back seat!