"Mr. Sheng, it's here." Seeing that Sheng Jingchen was still stunned, Assistant Xiao cautiously spoke.

"To the western suburbs". Sheng Jingchen commanded.

"Can be ...... high-level meetings".

"It's okay to delay or cancel." Sheng Jingchen's mood fluctuated at this time, he took out a cigarette case from his pocket, knocked out a cigarette and lit it.

"Yes". Assistant Xiao answered, started the car and drove out of the parking lot.

Half an hour later, he parked his car in front of the dilapidated building, turned off the fire, and took out his mobile phone to send a message that the meeting had been postponed until the afternoon.

This place belongs to the slums of Jincheng, not to mention the notoriously dirty roads, and even the people who live there are three religions and nine streams.

Sheng Jingchen rarely comes, to be precise, the second time, the last time was five years ago, he came to give Wen Nanzhi a dowry gift, saying that it was actually a bank card, but because of the huge amount in it, it was still a little sincere.

He took another bite of his cigarette and tilted his head to stare at the dark doorway, and even after all this time, he remembered the disgusting smell of the dampness inside.

He didn't realize it before, but now that he thinks that Wen Nanzhi spent his entire childhood here, he only feels that even if she becomes bad, it is forgivable.

After all, the environment can easily change a person, and it can also stimulate a person's desires, unless it is stupid, otherwise it is better for everyone to think about it.

"You wait for me here".

I pushed the car door, and a gust of wind blew, carrying dust and an indescribable smell.

Sheng Jingchen frowned, he went around the back of the car, and looked up again, the iron window was getting more and more dilapidated, although there were two more pots of fresh green plants next to it, but it couldn't bring it a trace of vitality.

"Yo, this ...... Isn't this Ah Zhi's rich husband?! Before entering the doorway, Sheng Jingchen greeted two middle-aged women carrying vegetable baskets, and they looked at Sheng Jingchen with great interest.

Sheng Jingchen nodded coldly, leaned over, passed through the small space, and stepped on the mottled cement steps.

"I don't have a smile on my face, and I just don't look like I'm getting along."

"It seems that his domestic violence is real."

"Domestic violence?!"

"No, who did you listen to?"

"Magazine".

"How else would I have recognized him?!"

"The long man looks like a dog, I didn't expect it to be so perverted."

"Ah Zhi can suffer."

"Of course, you have to pay a price for spending other people's money."

"If he can marry me, I am willing to let him be abused."

"Don't want that old face of yours".

……

The two of them did not shy away from talking about others, and they also had a good time in the corridor before going out.

Sheng Jingchen listened to it and couldn't help but be interested in which magazine said that he was domestic violence, so he wrote it down.

"Who?" He stopped on the third floor, raised his hand and knocked on the security door in the middle, and in a moment, a warm female voice came out.

"Are you...... Jing Chen? Wen Jinglan opened the door and hesitated for a moment before recognizing this man who was almost a head taller than herself.

"Right". Probably because Wen Jinglan's eyebrows and eyes are too similar to Wen Nanzhi's, Sheng Jingchen is also a little closer to her.

"Come on in". Wen Jinglan was a little at a loss at first, and then glanced at Sheng Jingchen's back, and when she saw that there was no Wen Nanzhi, her expression showed a touch of disappointment.

"Hmm". The door frame is too short, Sheng Jingchen has to lower his head so as not to bump into it, he stands in the hallway, roughly looking around the living room, and his impression is not much changed, although it is small, but it is neat and comfortable.

"Sit down". With a greeting, Wen Jinglan hurriedly entered the kitchen.

She stepped on her feet and took out a box of tea leaves from the cabinet, although the tea was of inferior quality, it was the only one in the family that could take it.

"Don't be busy".

"I came here to pick up Namji." After speaking, Sheng Jingchen glanced at the photo frame placed on the cabinet, which was inlaid with a single photo of Wen Nanzhi, probably some years old, and his eyebrows and eyes were still very green.

"Namgygy?" Wen Jinglan was stunned for a moment, she bent down to put down the steaming tea, hesitated for a moment and asked, "Are you making an awkward fuss?" ”

Sheng Jingchen deliberately didn't say anything, he lowered his eyes, and his gaze inadvertently fell on Wen Jinglan's arm, which had faint mottled marks, which looked artificial.

"Is Nanzhi her willful again?" Seeing this, Wen Jinglan covered up uncomfortably.

Even if she came, she was only in her fifties, but her hair was half white, her face was wrinkled, and she was more than a decade older than her actual age.

"Nope". Sheng Jingchen shook his head, feeling a little depressed inexplicably.

"Where's Namji? Not at home? He asked again.

She ...... I went to see a friend, and I said I would come back in the evening." Wen Jinglan didn't lie, and her tone was a little cramped.

Sheng Jingchen heard this, and his face was a little gloomy.

"What about your husband?" This is the main purpose of Sheng Jingchen's coming here.

"He's gambling again." Wen Jinglan felt that there was no need to hide it, if it weren't for Sheng Jingchen in the past few years, their family would have been scattered a long time ago.

"Hmm". Sheng Jingchen was not surprised.

"May I ask him how his legs are lame?"

"Yes...... It was beaten by debt collectors". Wen Jinglan's words dodged.

Sheng Jingchen raised his eyes, swept over in a dark and uncertain manner, and caught a little flickering in Wen Jinglan's gray eyes.

"Then do you know Zhou Yi?" He didn't intend to give up just like that, and tentatively opened his mouth again.

Hearing this name, the torrent of Wen Jinglan's memory opened the floodgates, and she unconsciously clenched her fists for a long time before she made a sound: "I don't know."

"Really?" Sheng Jingchen narrowed his eyes, although he was against the light, his vision was still a little wandering.

"I heard that he was Wen Namzhi's high school classmate, and they were still their first love."

"No, don't listen to other people's nonsense, Ah Zhi has nothing to do with him."

"It really doesn't matter at all." Wen Jinglan became excited, and she kept waving her hand.

"Wen Nanzhi, she has already admitted it."

"She also said that the one named Zhou Yi was in prison for her." Sheng Jingchen increased his stakes.

"Nope".

"It's not like that".

"She's talking nonsense". Wen Jinglan desperately denied it, she hunched her back and forcibly forced the tears in her eyes back.

"I don't want to believe it, but she's filed for divorce from me now." Sheng Jingchen sighed and pretended to be very embarrassed.

"I didn't mean anything else to come today, I just wanted to confirm this matter with you, and if it's true, then I'll ......."

"No, that's not true". Wen Jinglan hurriedly interrupted Sheng Jingchen's words.

"Ah Zhi must have been deceived by Zhou Yi's rhetoric again."

"Jingchen, you see that Ah Zhi and you have been married for many years, give her another chance."

"I promise she'll go back and live a good life with you." Wen Jinglan looked at Sheng Jingchen pleadingly.

"Alright then, I can give her a few more days to think about it." Sheng Jingchen reluctantly agreed.

"If she wants to go back, I'll pick her up." With that, he got up and left.

"Chen Ang". got into the car, Sheng Jingchen dialed a string of numbers.

"Let your brothers take care of Lu Jianghuai."

"Enough is enough".

"Hmm".

Putting down the phone, Sheng Jingchen slightly hooked the corners of his mouth.