Jiang Yingyue naturally didn't understand, but seeing that his expression was finally similar to usual, she hurriedly nodded, "My dear, I know that if you like someone, you have to be kind to him......"

Ling Zihan's complexion was a little pale, he raised his hand, gently touched Jiang Yingyue's messy long hair, and said softly: "Yingyue, if something happens to you in the future, I will also go to the soup for you...... Do you know? ”

Jiang Yingyue was originally a little afraid of him, but when she heard him say this at this moment, she was immediately coaxed by him, she blushed slightly, and said coquettishly: "My dear, if something really happens to me in the future, I don't need you to do anything for me, I just need you to be good." ”

"Yingyue ......" Ling Zihan's expression seemed to be slightly moved, he stretched out his hand and gently hugged his newlywed wife into his arms, and said gently, "I'm really happy that you can think of me like this." ”

Jiang Yingyue buried her face in Ling Zihan's arms, feeling the temperature on his body gradually spreading, permeating her frozen body temperature, she was intoxicated in her husband's arms for a while, until Ling Zihan let go of her.

Ling Zihan said, "Yingyue, you go home first." ”

Jiang Yingyue raised her head, heard the words, was slightly stunned, and asked with some doubts: "Dear...... Am I doing something wrong? ”

"It's too cold here, go home and change your clothes." Ling Zihan smiled at her gently, "It's my fault, I went out in a hurry and forgot to bring your coat over." ”

Jiang Yingyue was indeed so cold that she couldn't stand it, but she had just been intimidated by Ling Zihan, and when she left at this moment, she hesitated a little and asked cautiously, "My dear...... I'm just gone, will you blame me? ”

Ling Zihan smiled, "What do you want?" I'm sad when you're frozen. I didn't do it just now, and I shouldn't blame you like that. ”

Jiang Yingyue looked at him and found that he had finally changed back to the gentle and considerate, gentle and elegant Ling Zihan, she breathed a sigh of relief, and the inexplicable fear of him in her heart also subsided, she stood on tiptoe and kissed Ling Zihan on the cheek, and said to Ling Zihan: "Honey, then I'll go back first." ”

She paused, hesitated again, looked at Ling Zihan's face, and still didn't dare to ask, "Then where are you going to go later".

I always feel that today's Ling Zihan is different from usual.

She shook her head, suppressed the vague thought, hugged her thin clothes, and got into the car from the cold wind.

She sat in the car and turned her head to look at her husband standing at the door of the police station, the other party looked ahead, but for some reason, she always felt that he was not looking at her.

A girl's mind is always eccentric and keen, Jiang Yingyue sat alone in the carriage, thinking about her husband's attitude towards her just now, a little aggrieved and sad.

She was naturally worried about ginger wine, but it was so cold here, she only wore a thin shirt, if she was frostbitten, wouldn't he feel distressed......

*

Wen Xili went back to eat a little and went to bed.

The room is full of things left by ginger wine, and there is still a faint residue of her undispersed body fragrance in the air, he fell asleep, but he didn't sleep well, he was confused, and he always felt that ginger wine was next to him, and the footsteps in and out of the door were her back.

When I woke up, it was only noon, and I had a splitting headache.

He lit a cigarette, sat at the head of the bed, glanced at his phone, and there was no news.

There was a knock on the door, it was the maid at home: "Mr. Wen? ”

Wen Xili: "What's the matter?" ”

"Lunch is ready," said the maid at the door, "Is Miss Jiang coming back for dinner today?" ”

Wen Xili's heart was suffocated, and a little unprovoked irritability swelled, although the news was hidden from the upper and lower levels, but now, it was obvious that the upper echelons already knew about it, and the people below didn't know it yet. The Jiang building can operate for a few months without ginger wine, but once the shareholders know that the president of the Jiang family has an accident and sell the stocks, the entire Jiang company may go bankrupt.

This is also a huge blow to the government of Rongcheng.

The world is so ridiculous and cruel that a random piece of garbage can destroy a home, a dozens, hundreds, or thousands of people's future.

Wen Xili opened the door and walked downstairs.

Lunch was made according to the meal for two, the dishes and chopsticks of ginger wine were placed opposite him, Wen Xili sat on the chair, looked at the empty dishes, was silent for a moment, put down the chopsticks, I don't know why, all of a sudden there was no appetite.

"Mr. Wen, doesn't lunch match your appetite?"

The maid was startled when he saw him get up from the dining chair, and hurried over to ask.

"Wait for her to come back and eat together." Wen Xili said lightly.

"Miss Jiang, are you coming back for lunch?" The maid asked.

"Maybe."

Wen Xili spoke lightly, put on his coat, and went out.

*

In the evening, things finally had a breakthrough.

On the police side, from a rural area to the surveillance, the surveillance showed that Han Ping wore a peaked cap, appeared at a commissary, bought a lot of water and food, and brought it to the car.

Because the surveillance in the countryside is not as dense as in the city, when the police arrived again after receiving the news, there was no Han Ping.

However, the scope has narrowed.

After some discussion among the experts who solved the case, they determined where Han Ping might go-

A motorcycle scrapyard.

That motorcycle scrapyard is in a dense forest in the east of that countryside, and it has been abandoned for nearly eight years, and at the same time, that place is also the hiding place where Han Ping kidnapped Jiang Jiu back then!

No one would have imagined that eight years later, Han Ping would repeat his old tricks and kidnap Jiang Jiu again to the scene of the crime eight years ago.

The police immediately rallied their men to the scrapyard of motorcycles, and at near six o'clock, a large force arrived at the edge of the rusty, grassy factory.

At that time, this motorcycle factory drove almost the entire village's economy, and after the kidnapping case, the owner of the car factory went bankrupt overnight, and also committed suicide by jumping off the building.

It can be said that Han Ping's group of people killed more than just a few people they killed. There are many more innocent people who have been implicated because of their wreath.

And this time, the evidence is conclusive, even if he can't be sentenced to death, he can be locked up in prison for the rest of his life-

Han Ping's black unlicensed car stopped at the gate of the motorcycle factory, and everyone had a bottom in their hearts. In order to avoid startling the snakes, several special forces with loaded guns and ammunition under the command of the commander, taking advantage of the darkness of the night, silently climbed in through the windows.

Just when everyone thought that there was hope for rescuing the hostages this time, the voice of special forces suddenly came from the radio.

"Report." The sound mixed with the sound of electricity sounded a little distorted, "The hostages were not found. Han Ping...... It's dead. ”