The man turned back and smiled at her, "hello."

Wenjoding was there, everything was like a dream.

"Are you fu Nanli's father?"

"I am." He smiled kindly and looked like a warm and kind person.

"You really didn't die," wincho frowned

Fuxianyuan did not speak, avoiding eyes.

Wenjo said: "since I didn't die, why haven't you come back so many years? Do you know how much Fu Nanli miss you? How much trauma did he suffer because of your death? "

"Sorry, I have my own."

"What kind of thing is so bad that you even your wife and son ignore it?"

Suddenly, Siyu shouted, "Wenqiao, be careful."

From the stage side screen, suddenly a dozen people came out, each holding a stick.

Wenqiao was gloomy, and his father was bait?

How can it be?

Who is he doing for now?

She can't think much about it. A vicious war is on the verge.

The door of the studio was locked. A party was held next door. It was very lively and noisy. No one could hear the fighting in the venue.

At the gate of the TV station, Fu Nanli came down from Rolls Royce. Qin Bei gave him an umbrella. The snowflake still fell on his shoulder.

"Young master, Miss Wen they are in T2 recording hall."

"Well."

The TV station chief personally rate the high-level reception, and sent Fu Nanli to T2 recording hall, but did not see Wenqiao and Siyu.

"And their people?"

The staff were called in immediately and said, "I went to the bathroom just now, and I should be back soon."

"How long has it been?"

"Five minutes."

Fu Nanli sat on the side of the isothermal Joe, waiting for another 10 minutes, feeling some not very right, and then rose to go out.

There are two toilets on one floor. The president sent two female staff to the bathroom, but they didn't see the figures of Wenqiao and Siyu.

Fu Nanli suddenly fell down, can there be danger on TV station?

Lingning is fufu, she should have no other enemy.

Fu Nanli dare not to neglect, immediately went to the monitoring room, found a figure he knew.

And wenjo followed the familiar figure to the empty studio on the fourth floor.

"Go now."

A group of people ran to the studio on the fourth floor, and the next door was noisy and shocking.

Fu Nanli looked at it and a lock fell on it: "open the door immediately."

The chief asked people to get the key quickly, when the door was open.

And then wenjo was sitting on the ground, and her hands were covered with blood, and in front of her, a man lay there, motionless.

Siyu was also seriously injured and the scene was in a mess.

Fu Nanli stepped by, holding Wenqiao: "it's OK."

Wimble was hoarse: "I I...... "

I can't say half a word.

The voice of Qin Bei suddenly came: "young master He He is... "

Fu Nanli looked back at the man lying on the ground, his face suddenly pale, which was his father and his father.

How can it be?

Why is he here?

What happened to Joel and him?

"Take him to the hospital."

Finish, hold up Wenqiao, Wenqiao eyes loose, grumpy.

Qin Bei and song'an lifted fuxianyuan up. Qin Bei's face was very heavy, sir seemed to be It was very serious.