Shen Zimo drives his car all the way to Shen's house, but when he is hundreds of meters away from Shen's house, he slams on the brake and stops there. He is as cold as hell, his eyes are full of blood red, his lips are tight, his eyes are cold looking at the villa not far ahead.
After watching for a long time, he took out the phone and called he Dongning: "immediately arrange your friend to come and treat me!"
"Zi Mo? Where did you go? We haven't done a good job in this case. We haven't done anything about the record! "
"I said I'd have treatment immediately. When will your friend arrive? If I can't do it tonight, I'll ask someone else
"Well, I'll call him right away, but Zimo "Ha..." Shen Zimo took up the line and hung up the phone, looking at the beautiful manor in front of him, standing quietly in the sun, showing peace and quiet, which was once his favorite home. Taking a deep breath, Shen Zimo starts the car and slowly drives into the villa.
"Young master You, why are you back at this time? " When Aunt Qiao saw Shen Zimo, her face turned pale and her lips turned purple. Shen Zimo got out of the car with a smile, closed the door, looked at her and said: "nothing happened in the hospital, so I came back first. Yesterday I had a dispute with my mother. I was worried about her, so I came back to have a look!"
"Well! Madam, she is in the study... "
"All right!" Shen Zimo is still graceful and gentle, but I don't know if aunt Qiao has done something bad for herself. She even feels that Shen Zimo's whole body is full of cold killing intention, which makes her feel cold all the time!
"Knock!"
Shen Minjuan raised her head and saw that it was Shen Zimo. She glanced at him coldly and said, "Oh, didn't master Shen get angry yesterday and want to go back to his old house? How long did it take to come back? "
Shen Zimo raised the corner of his mouth, went into the study, sat on the sofa, leaned lazily and looked at Shen Minjuan, and said, "Mom, you are so mean. After a night, you still care about me."
When Shen Minjuan heard him say this, she chuckled, closed her paper, put her pen aside and said, "son, are you here today to apologize to me?"
"Well I guess! Mom, in fact, I came here for another reason. I didn't sleep well last night. I don't know if I was dazzled. When I went back last night, I saw my father! "
"What, what?" Shen Minjuan's hand shakes, and her signature pen falls to the ground, making a clear sound. Shen Minjuan is startled by the sound. She looks around and stares at Shen Zimo calmly. Then she says, "son, what are you talking about in the daytime! Your father has been dead for so long. How can you meet him? "
"Yes! I also feel strange. Yesterday really scared me. Last night I asked Dongning to drink in the old house. Didn't uncle Tian drown in the lake beside the old house? As you know, Dongning is a lawyer. He is also interested in investigating cases. He asked me to take him to the scene. I didn't think much about it at that time, so I took him to the scene. But when we were standing by Hu Bian, I looked up and saw a man standing on the roof of the old house. Under the moonlight, the man's face couldn't be seen clearly. I thought it was the servant who wanted to jump off the building and rushed to the roof with Dongning The man turned It's dad! But it's just a blink of an eye, and the person is gone. Dongning and I think we've lost our eyes, but we both see it. "
Shen Minjuan's face is so pale that she has no blood color. The whole person seems to be shaking. Shen Zimo slightly squints his eyes and stares at her face. After watching for a long time, Shen Minjuan doesn't know what she thinks. She is silent.
"What's the matter with you, Ma?" Shen Zimo reaches for her shoulder.
"Ah..." With a scream, Shen Minjuan stood up and took several steps back until she reached her desk. Shen Zimo's hand stopped in mid air, looked at Shen Minjuan, looked at his own hand, and said with a smile: "Mom, what's the matter with you? I was scared by my father yesterday and you today. It's really Should I be awake? "
Shen Minjuan finally came back to her senses. She busily sorted out her thoughts and said with an unnatural smile: "you child, you know God's nagging frightens me. You also know your mother is timid. People who have been dead for so long are so scared by what you say. You want to frighten me to death!"
"I think mom is stealing music, isn't she?" Shen Zimu said with a bad smile: "Mom and dad have such a good relationship that they must really want to see Dad, right? I'm thinking, do you want to go back to my house for one night tonight? Maybe my father will show up again, so that my mother and father can have a ghost relationship! "
"What are you talking about? Look, it's almost noon. I'll prepare food for you! " Shen Minjuan almost ran away from the study in a hurry. When her figure disappeared at the corner, Shen Zimo stood up lazily, and the smile on her face died, leaving only a faint chill.
Shen Zimo stands up, goes to Shen Minjuan's desk and opens the document she is reading. It's a scheme of Shen group. Shen Zimo closes it and opens the drawer again. Shen Zimo opens all the drawers one by one, with five rows of small drawers and a middle drawer. Only when it comes to the last drawer, it is locked.Shen Zimo immediately rummaged, and soon found a bunch of keys in the flower bed on his desk. He found a pair of keys and tried them. The drawer really opened. Shen Zimo quickly opened it, but there was nothing in it. Instead, there was an album. Shen Zimo opened it, and his eyes were cold.
The album is a group photo of a man and a woman. The man Shen Zimu doesn't know her, but the woman is her own mother! Shen Zimo's heart was scared, as if there was a kind of truth hovering in his heart, which made his heart ache! Some of him can't believe his own eyes, but the fact is always so cruel.
"Son, come down to eat!" From downstairs came Shen Minjuan's voice as before. Shen Zimo clenched his fist. It took him a long time to suppress his emotions. Then he put down the album and went downstairs.
"Come on, son, this is your favorite pot meat. Try it. What's the taste?" With a smile, Shen Minjuan takes a mouthful of chopsticks to Zimo and hands it to his mouth. Shen Zimo opens her mouth with a smile and tastes it carefully.
"How's it going? Is it delicious? "
With a faint smile, Shen Zimo nodded and said, "delicious, with mom's taste!"
One sentence amused all the people present! Shen Minjuan busily gave him another dish and said, "come on, if it's delicious, eat more. Look at you, your face is so bad these two days, but you have to worry about your mother."
Shen Zimo raises the corner of his mouth and looks at Shen Minjuan. She is very concerned about his expression. He doesn't understand. Can a person who wants him to die really act like nothing happened? He was biting the food in his mouth, but it was full of bitterness!
A pile of sand, a stone slab, Nangong Ke'er quickly painted different images on it, but no matter how fast her hand is, there is only one person who painted it, with his smile, his anger, his good and bad to himself.
At this time, the mobile phone rings, can be a Zheng! Because since returning to the island, she has put away her previous number. The only people who know her number are the nearest ones, including the left wing!
"Hello! Uncle Zuo... " But son picked up the phone, with uneasiness and uneasiness. The voice of the left wing hesitated for a moment, but he finally said, "miss! Shen Zimo is going to be in trouble! "
"What's the matter?" Ke Er's face changed and he stood up. The left wing sighed and then said, "this morning, someone wanted to kill him. It was in Shenghe hospital. The man pushed down the stone slab from the top floor. Fortunately, I found it in time, otherwise Shen Zimu would die."
"And now? What about him? Are you hurt? "
"No, I'm hurt." The left wing said with a smile and then said, "Miss, you still seem to care about Mr. Shen very much! Have you got a chance to come back? "
"I I haven't told my mother yet. I don't know how to speak. " But son light helpless said a, left wing again way: "you go these days, Shen Zimu really know wrong, he everywhere looking for you, also began to investigate who he is, but I think the result of this matter, will be very harmful."
"What do you say?"
"Some people don't want him to remember that he is Zhou Wenzhe. In order to stop him, uncle Tian has died, and Huang Yali has been knocked into a vegetable. Maybe this madness hasn't stopped Shen Zimo, so the black hand behind him actually started on Shen Zimo. According to my intuition, the rebirth of Zhou Wenzhe's identity will represent a lot of hidden truths coming to the surface. What do you think Brother Wenzhe I don't know if I can accept it! "
Ke'er's heart was a little scared. He anxiously took his mobile phone and walked back and forth for a long time before he said, "Uncle Zuo, thank you for helping me protect brother Wenzhe. I will try to go back as soon as possible!"
“OK!” Left wing's down! Ke'er bit her lip and looked at the person on the sand painting that she was worried about. After standing by the sea for a long time, she made up her mind to run back to the villa. In the hall, Du Manning and Nangong Han are reading a newspaper. Nangong Chen is also sitting on the opposite sofa playing with a tablet computer.
Can son of suddenly rush into, let three people all raised a head, a face of inexplicable! Ke'er took a deep breath, holding the corner of his clothes in both hands, and summoned up a brave air way: "Dad, mom, I want to go back!"
Nangong Han raised his eyebrows and put down the newspaper! Du Manning is also a Zheng, see can er's eyes red appearance, get up a way: "baby, what happened?"
Ke Er's hand clenched the corner of his clothes and opened his mouth: "I I... "
"I told her to go back!" Can son's words haven't finished, morning morning lifted to lift eyelid cool of say a. Nangong Han is still frowning, but his eyes have turned to his son. Du Manning also turns his head and stares at him and says: "Ke'er has only been back for a few days. What do you want her to do again?"
"It's like this, mom and Dad! I'm going to the United States again in two days. I talked to Uncle Gao on the phone yesterday. He and the board of directors have different opinions on the preparation of the new museum. He hopes I can go there, but I can't get away from it. Ke'er has been in my hometown for three months and is more familiar with everything than me, so I specially appointed her as the executive director to represent me to Nangong group to make decisions on the new museum. Do you have any opinions from your parents? "