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Gao Jianfeng had always been concealing anything from Zi Yan, but now he told Xiao Die everything.

"I find I don't want to know at all."

Zi Yan looked out the window and said softly.

There must be a reason for Feng to do this. A woman with a husband, with a big belly, but no one was looking for her.

What kind of marriage was that?

What kind of relationship was that?

She really didn't want to know, but even though the past was over, she couldn't avoid it.

Half an hour later, they finally arrived at Wakwa's residence. It was an ancient castle in the outskirts of London.

She looked very old and very big, but she was not in the mood to appreciate it.

The car drove directly into the castle, and somewhat surprisingly, there weren't many people in the castle.

It was as if this was just an ordinary residence.

However, Zi Yan's intuition told her that this was the headquarters of the Dark Night.

There must be some unspeakable secret here.

Zi Yan was very surprised that WukHua had brought her to the Dark Night Headquarters.

Wasn't he afraid that she would leak it?

"You don't have to be very surprised. Ordinary people are unable to get close to this place. Since I brought you here, I naturally have some preparations."

Wakwa seemed to know how to read surgery, which made Zi Yan very uncomfortable.

"Can you tell me something about my husband?"

Zi Yan asked from behind.

"You can't. The point of view of being a wife is naturally different from my point of view of a person."

"I don't really want to know. Since Feng is hiding this from me, there must be a reason."

Zi Yan stood on the spot, not daring to move forward, she was suddenly very afraid, afraid of knowing too much.

"Don't you want to know if your husband married again?"

Wakwa did not stop and continued to walk up the stairs.

"Marry again?"

Zi Yan felt a wave of dizziness.

It had only been half a year since she woke up and he had already remarried?

Were they married without a foundation of affection?

Did her injury have something to do with the remarried husband?

Or was it because he was in love and felt that his wife was an eyesore, so he wanted to kill her?

Feng was a hitman, could he really be thinking like this?

Could it be that Ah Feng had brought her to London because he felt sorry for her and couldn't bring himself to do it?

It had to be said that Zi Yan's imagination was plentiful.

"You don't have to be too surprised. In this world, the story of separation and infatuation is just a person's wish. There is no such thing as not being able to live once someone leaves you."

After Wakhua went upstairs, he turned around and said to Zi Yan.

"I don't think so. I've only been in London for half a year and he's married again. He doesn't feel well."

Zi Yan did not hide anything as she supported herself on the stairs.

This staircase was rather difficult for her. She couldn't see the back of her feet, and if not for her support, she would have fallen down.

"It seems that Aldrich did not capture your heart during this half year."

Wakwa walked into the room, and just as he expected, the information about Zi Yan was already neatly placed on the desk.

This was efficiency, this was the dark night, this was the killer's ability.

"Come in, you can see everything about yourself."

Wakwa said to Zi Yan, who was standing by the door.

Just as Zi Yan was entering Wakhua's office to look at his personal information, a Golden Age wedding was being held in Taiwan's five-star hotel.

The CEO of the TNS was to marry the three Song Family women, Song Laidi.

Half a year after the murder of Zhuo Weiting's little wife, the news that he married her sister shocked Taiwan.

As for Gao Jianfeng, he had already completed his mission and booked a plane ticket. However, when he saw the news in the newspaper, he insisted on staying behind.

He wanted to see how merciless and perverted Zhuo Wei Ting could be.

The wedding banquet that day was very grand. It was said that a hundred tables were open.

Gao Jianfeng blended into the crowd of guests and went in.

This time he was blond, blue-eyed, and he had been watching.

He looked at Zhuo Wei Ting, who was wearing a suit, circling around the guests.

The expression on his face did not change, but the feeling he gave Gao Jianfeng changed.

He no longer looked human. Although there was a smile on his face, he didn't have the slightest bit of humanity.

In his eyes, there was a murderous intent that was colder than the depths of hell.

He definitely wouldn't make a mistake. After staying in the dark night organization for so long, he was the most familiar with killing intent.

When the bride's father appeared with the bride in his arms, Zhuo Weiting's eyes flashed with a cold light.

Very quickly, it was so fast that no one could catch it.

Gao Jianfeng came closer. He had the illusion that this was not a wedding, but more like a funeral.

If he swapped the guests' dresses for black and white, if he swapped those flattering laughs for crying, it would no longer be any different from a funeral.

"Song Laidi was holding onto Zhuo Weitang's arm, while Gao Jianfeng was looking at her. In his mind, he was thinking, if the person standing there was Yan'er, what kind of expression would he have?" Boss Zhuo, congratulations. "

Although he had never attended a wedding before, Gao Jianfeng felt that this wedding was a little different, as if something was missing.

When the guests all raised their cups to toast the bride and groom, Gao Jianfeng took the wine cup and got closer.

"Boss Zhuo, congratulations on marrying such a beautiful wife."

Gao Jianfeng walked closer, and when Zhuo Weitang raised his cup, he reached out his hand to touch his cup.

"I know you?"

The cup in Zhuo Weitang's hand stopped in mid-air as he looked at the golden hair. There was a sense of déjà vu about this face.

"What do you think, Director Zhuo."

Gao Jianfeng purposely spoke in English.

Looking at the young man in front of him, who was smiling yet not smiling, a thought flashed across Zhuo Wei Ting's mind.

"Your surname is Gao?"

He remembered, the boy who loved Mu Yan'er, the boy who left Taiwan.

However, the boy had black hair and black eyes, while the 'man' in front of him had golden hair and blue eyes.

Moreover, it seemed a little different. He no longer seemed to be that youth. Now, he seemed more like a steady man.

"You went back to Taiwan?"

Although Gao Jianfeng didn't answer, Zhuo WeiTing was sure of it.

"Come back to attend Boss Zhuo's wedding."

Gao Jianfeng mocked.

"Thank you, please take a seat."

The astonishment on Zhuo Weitang's face flashed, and he politely invited Gao Jianfeng to return to his seat.

He had a misconception that this boy was after him, could it be for Yan'er?

However, it had been more than half a year since Yan'er had disappeared, and there was still no clue.

Despite the police's efforts and his own efforts, he was unable to find anyone. That afternoon, someone said that they saw a helicopter hovering nearby.

The police, however, did not find any clues.

He would rather believe that Yan'er was saved, and he was willing to believe that it was Yan'er who avoided his sight.

Because he had disappointed Yan'er.

He had hurt her. He had said that he would take good care of her and protect her. In the end, he had hurt her the most.

He didn't have the qualifications to say that he loved Yan'er, but at the very least, he had to give him a piece of news to let him know that she was still alive.

Looking at the smiling Song Laidi beside him, the hatred in Zhuo Weitang's eyes flared up.

Marrying her was just to repay her in a better way.

It was she who hurt Yan'Er, it was she who broke up the relationship between him and Yan'er, and he wanted her to pay a price ten thousand times the price.

He had only married her to better watch over her.

He had only married her to torture her even more.

Because she deserved it.

She had nothing to gain from this marriage except this one.

Just like when she drugged Yan'er.

His revenge on her would begin tonight.

Looking at Song Laidi's face, he felt like vomiting.

Behind this face, he saw Yan'er's sad little face.

Yan'er, I will avenge you, Zhuo Wei Ting said in his heart.

Gao Jianfeng did not drink a single cup as he left the wedding banquet.

He was glad that he sealed Yan'Er's memories.

If Yan'er knew what had happened today, if she saw what had happened today, how could she endure it?

Thinking that Yan'er was about to give birth, it was time for him to go back.

Since this man was not worthy to have Yan Er, then in the future, Yan'er would be under his care.

He would treat that child as his own, and he would take good care of Yan'er for the rest of his life.

He could swear to the heavens, he wouldn't let Yan'Er down, and he wouldn't hurt her either.

This luxurious wedding banquet lasted from noon until the evening.

At eleven o'clock, the wedding party finally ended.

Zhuo did not reserve a luxurious hotel suite as a new room, but instead drove the bride Song Laidi to a fresh water villa.

Song Laidi's happiness began tonight.

"Hubby, where are we going?"

Song Laidi asked Zhuo WeiTing, her heart pounding.

"To a place you like."

Zhuo Weiliang's cold voice sounded slightly terrifying in the dark night.

Song Laidi couldn't help but lean his head towards Zhuo WeiTing.

"If you don't want to die, don't get excited right now."

Song Laidi was slightly surprised by the lack of temperature.

"Hubby, I'm a bit tired."

Song Laidi hid her shock.

"You called me Boss Zhuo, how many times did you call me husband today?"

The corners of Zhuo WeiTing's lips curled up coldly.

He had already called for someone to wait there. He called for a husband and he would find another man to accompany her.

"Hubby, we're husband and wife, if you don't call me hubby, what should I call you?"

After saying two more husbands in a row, Zhuo Wei Ting counted in his heart.

"I'll say it again, call me Boss Zhuo."

"Why? I like calling you husband, and I've heard Ah Si call you that before."

Song Laidi felt wronged.

Zhuo Weitang didn't speak anymore. He was on the verge of arriving. Back then, she had drugged Yan'er, but today, he wanted to repay her the same.

"Hubby, where are we? Aren't we going on a honeymoon?"

Song Laidi looked at the silent wilderness and felt a little scared.

"It's a honeymoon, but it's your honeymoon. You'll be spending the next half month here."

At night, Zhuo WeiTing's sinister smile made him look like a Satan descending onto the earth.

Song Laidi was extremely uneasy. Why did her newly-wed husband speak so strangely?

Didn't you say that you were going to Europe for your honeymoon? How did he become a native?

"We're almost there. Do you want to have some fun?"

Zhuo Weitang's expression changed again. There was a dubious look on his face. There was a bottle in his hand and it seemed to be filled with pills.

Song Laidi looked at the bottle that Zhuo WeiTing handed over and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Could it be that he was also like this? So many. Could it be that he wanted to stay here with her for half a month?

Song Laidi stretched out her hand and shyly took the bottle. Opening the bottle, she took two and swallowed them without even using water.

Zhuo Wei Ting sneered.

As expected of a slut, she would 'happily' want to die.

Ever since Yan'er went missing, he was no longer the same Zhuo Weiting that he used to be.

He now hated everyone, especially that Song woman.

The car arrived at a brightly lit villa.

As the car approached, the gate of the courtyard opened.

A few well-shaped, well-built men appeared in the courtyard.

"A-Ting, you're a bit late."

Liu Lei held the door with one hand and smiled evilly.

They were gentlemen, but they were also devils.

Speaking of playing, Liu Lei was definitely an expert. The idea he had right now was something Liu Lei had come up with for him.

He hired six fierce men from Taipei to serve his new wife.

Since she designed a man and a Zi Yan, they would help her create an NP movie today.

"Hubby, are they your friends?"

Song Laidi was puzzled by the fact that the medicinal effects had yet to take effect.

Why are there so many men on this honeymoon?