Den.

"Got news?" Father Wu held the phone and asked in a deep voice.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wu. The other party is well hidden, and the IT technology is superior, and we really can't trace the whereabouts. ”

As the words on the phone fell, Father Wu's heart sank to the bottom of the lake, he stared coldly at the front of nothingness, and hung up the phone directly.

With such a high level of hidden technology, he is in front of his top IT team and speaks unpredictable and obscure things to his youngest son.

What exactly is the picture?

Who is such a person?

What is the reason for the Wu family?

A cloud of fog rose from his heart, gradually expanding and diffusing a miasma, the only key clue at the moment was related to the name of his deceased wife, if he wanted to guess the intention of the mysterious person in the email, he would have to make another move that was ashamed of Qiao Jiao.

Don't......

Do you have to force him to doubt his wife and his son in exchange for a clear situation?

Is it really no wind and no waves, or is it a pure and boring prank of people who simply stand on the commanding heights with means and technology?

What is it?

People are always hypocritically concerned about family affection and morality in the face of interests, as if they can't make the most compelling choice after a hard and painful choice.

In fact, in the end, they will listen to the truest call of their hearts, and do not hesitate to reach out to the seeds of contradiction and doubt that have already been planted.

It's just that the arrival of this day requires the brewing of so-called emotional pain.

Even if it is postponed, it will still come.

In front of a powerful and unknown foreign enemy, the seemingly affectionate feelings eventually become fragile, and eventually the faint signs of doubt will spread like a prairie fire, spreading all over the mountains.

There are also people who think that they live happily and contentedly, immersed in the honey pot of happiness and unable to extricate themselves, and when they look up at the starry sky, they are still ignorantly grateful to the gods for giving her everything that everyone in this world envies, but they don't know that some of the misfortunes that have been destroyed have passed with time, like a cheetah dormant in the dark, waiting for the most critical moment to give a fatal blow.

Gods, after all, are fair.

There are also people whose hearts are like mirrors, who are powerless to face the monstrous changes that are about to happen, and can only do their best to be kind and better to the people who are about to owe a lifetime in the remaining time.

Weakness became the original sin.

There are even people who hold the world in their hands, and they can easily stir up the wind and clouds thousands of miles away, and watch the grievances of a generation on the wall open again, and they are like gods who pity their last tranquility and struggle before the catastrophe is gone.

The dawn will eventually be replaced by the night, and the night will usher in the dawn.

Going around is fate and obsession.

Wu Yanjue received a text message from Feng Gu Qiao, looking at her fleshy words, thinking that she must be grinning and smiling mischievously on the other end, maybe she will happily roll around the bed a few times like a snoring cat, he thought, maybe she put all her happiness on him, but he was destined to disappoint her, so caught off guard, even he didn't expect it, and suddenly separated them out of an abyss, he was at one end, she was at the other end.

The text messages she sent on the mobile phone screen gradually dimmed, and finally even the faint light source disappeared, Wu Yanjue's eyelids trembled slightly, and his sharp thin lips tightly pursed into a line.

Unable to wait for a reply, Feng Gu Qiao put down his phone boringly, opened his eyes in the dark and waited for a while, only then did he determine that he really didn't plan to reply to her to say goodnight, Feng Gu Qiao pouted dissatisfiedly, and slandered him in his heart.