Chapter 117: Why Bother

Wen Shengsheng glared angrily: "Aunt Chen, can you tell me why this is?" ”

"I don't think of myself as extraordinarily noble, but I'm also a living person.

I always have my own freedom of movement, right? ”

Aunt Chen looked at Wen Shengsheng coldly.

Wen Shengsheng's appearance is particularly funny in her opinion.

Joining the Xiang family in this capacity, the Xiang family has never treated her badly, and it is good enough.

It's ridiculous to talk about these identities and freedoms now.

She just did what Old Madam Xiang said.

"Madam, please don't embarrass me, the driver is already outside."

Wen Shengsheng's fist loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened, she looked out steadily, and sure enough, an extended version of the Lincoln business car was quietly parked there.

From afar, Wen Shengsheng could feel the terrifying breath and the suffocating unfreedom.

In normal times, Wen Shengsheng could still be patient, but now that the news from her uncle has just been found, if she goes back, she must not be able to continue to investigate for several days.

The Xiang family's sphere of influence is too wide, and the Xiang family's power in the capital is even more entrenched.

Far proud of other families.

According to the people she hired, it was absolutely impossible to find out her uncle's whereabouts from the Xiang family.

Wen Shengsheng closed his eyes deeply.

nodded with relief: "Okay, I'll go back with you." ”

Aunt Chen's face softened slightly.

Her tone quickly returned to normal.

"Madam, you can't blame me for this, I'm just a messenger."

Wen Shengsheng naturally knew.

She handed over all her luggage to Aunt Chen to pack up, and took the computer alone and got on the bus back to the capital.

After several turns, they finally arrived in the capital that night.

The weather in the capital is very different from that in Anseong, which is by the sea.

At this point, it was already a little cold.

The breeze blew on Wen Shengsheng's body, and it was a little cool.

Wen Shengsheng subconsciously covered his arm.

When she got into the car, the face inside was Xiang Jinghe.

"Sir."

Wen Shengsheng spoke subconsciously, but it was accompanied by incomprehension and depression.

"May you ask why you called me back all of a sudden? Didn't you say yes at the beginning······"

Before Wen Shengsheng finished speaking, he was pressed against the chair by a strong force.

The man's face had a faint smile, but the momentum of his whole body was so cold and arrogant.

A pair of black eyes were filled with Wen Shengsheng's impenetrable look, as well as a fierceness that made her feel terrified.

"Go to the hospital."

As soon as he thought of the hospital, Gu Xiyuan's face unconsciously came to mind.

Wen Shengsheng lowered her head self-deprecatingly, the unimaginable result was already entrenched in her heart, she resisted, but she couldn't help but agree.

"If it's because Miss Gu is injured, I need to come back and take a look, but sir, there's no need to take such a tough attitude, after all, I also have a job to negotiate, right?"

"Your work is not as good as half a hair of Gu Xiyu."

Such straightforward words were smashed into the heart, and the girl's words stopped.

She looked at Xiang Jinghe in disbelief.

It's just that it didn't take long for this look to dissipate.

Not a trace was seen.

Sure enough, people who are loved are different.

Even such a strange reason can be convincing.

You can also let people do it for her without looking for it.

Wen Shengsheng looked out the window.

When can she be protected for no reason?

When I got to the hospital, it was getting dark and the wind was blowing.

Xiang Jinghe was wearing a suit, while Wen Shengsheng only had a thin skirt.

Bathed in this cold wind, chicken skin gushes up from the skin, and the cold is bone-chilling.

I don't know if it's a cold heart or a cold bone that is frozen.

She could only keep up with Xiang Jinghe's pace.

Her body was still bad, and just a few steps were enough to make her cold lips white.

Xiang Jinghe inadvertently turned his head, the woman's pale face crashed into his eyes, weakly like a plastic shell that had been dried for more than ten years.