After speaking, Wu Fuyuan thanked him, took the information and left, leaving Gu Qiao alone confused.

After half a ring, Feng Gu Qiao asked, "Could it be that you have studied the law in private?" ”

Feng Gu tilted his head in confusion, only feeling that he was asking inexplicably, he didn't take this sentence seriously, turned his head and hugged Xiaohua and forgot about it in Java.

On the other side, Father Wu stared at the email transferred by Wu Fuyuan on the computer with a heavy face, and sent someone down to check it while also thinking about what the last sole heir meant.

Don't......

As soon as the idea emerged, he was severely suppressed by Father Wu, how could he raise the idea of suspicion with unfounded words, he suspected that no one would suspect Qiao Jiao, anyone could betray him, Qiao Jiao would never be, his wife, never!

Father Wu rubbed his eyebrows with a headache, ashamed and blamed himself for the thought that had risen up in an instant just now, he took a few deep breaths, took out the key, slowly opened the drawer that had been dusty, and shook his hand to take out the only photo stored inside.

The face that was still fresh in his mind jumped out again, Father Wu looked at the woman with a quiet and beautiful smile in the photo, the sharpness between his eyebrows melted into wisps of vicissitudes, he stretched out his hand, and his rough fingertips brushed the cold face of the photo.

Soon, the day of death is approaching, and she has been away from him for almost twenty years.

In the past twenty years, he has been ashamed of her, and of the only son between them, the only thing he can do is to hold the best everything in front of his son, so that he can have no worries about food and clothing, and inherit the supreme right.

Qiao Jiao...... Twenty years. ”

Father Wu sighed deeply, his fingers pinching the photo tightened tighter, and his other hand pressed against his forehead, closing his eyes in pain.

At the same time, on the other side of the globe.

A long figure stands on the observation deck on the top floor of the Empire State Building, a man wearing a simple shirt and trousers, with a grim face, looking at the gorgeous and starry city below.

The evening breeze blew slightly, blowing the corners of the man's shirt, the delicate dark red cufflinks of the cuffs shimmered in the dark, the corners of the man's mouth hooked up a sharp mockery, and the mellow voice of the wine sounded faintly in the dark night, like a lover's whisper, but it brought a chill to the bone, "What should I do?" ”

"Before I make up my mind, I'm going to miss the last chance."

"Director, the video conference at ten o'clock is about to start, please move." A figure approached not far behind him, standing still three steps away, bowing respectfully.

When the lights went on, the man turned around, and his almost demonized but cold face was covered with a thin layer of light in the dim light, and the alienated temperament of rejecting people for thousands of miles was very bewitching.

"Really?"

The assistant was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted and said more respectfully: "Yes." ”

……

"Wu Yanjue, do you have time on the 28th?" Feng Gu tilted his chin and approached Wu Yanjue, who was reading the documents, deliberately blocking most of his vision.

"What's the matter?"

Wu Yanjue's eyes finally fell on her face, and he asked a little helplessly.

"Don't you think it's a pity not to participate in the fall sports meeting once in college?" Feng Gu Qiao blinked, trying to bewitch him.

"I've been very busy these days, and I can't spare time."

"Just one day, you're going to participate in a project, please, okay?" Feng Gu Qiao pulled the collar of his shirt and pulled it coquettishly, "Go~"

"If I go, the plan for a full-day date on National Day will be canceled, and I will fill the day again."