The sweet pet of a wealthy family: He Shao's substitute bride

Leng Xiao's hand shaking the food, did Tang Zhiyu think that after she finished eating, he was going to send her on the road?

Seeing her trembling eyes proved that she really thought so in her heart.

His mind felt a little tense.

"Let's eat with peace of mind first. Whether you are innocent or not, I will make a decision after I investigate clearly."

As soon as he mentioned innocence, Tang Zhiyu responded reflexively, "I'm innocent, really, I've grown up so much, I've never betrayed my friends."

At this time, the waiter came over with an oval plate and smiled.

"Sir, the last roast duck you ordered is here."

There was no room for food on the table. In order for the waiter to serve the dishes, Tang Zhiyu took the initiative to bring up a can of soup and put it in the corner of the table, but the soup pot was made of clay and was very heavy. Suffered a gunshot wound, can't exert much strength.

With a bang, the clay pot fell to the ground, and the soup splashed everywhere.

"Be careful." The waiter exclaimed.

Leng Xiao grabbed her hand and looked at it.

"Is there any burn?"

"No, no."

Tang Zhiyu quickly withdrew his hand and pulled down his sleeve.

"Wait a minute, I'll get a towel and clean it up."

The waiter quickly cleaned up the soup on the table with a paper towel, then quickly turned around to get the towel.

Tang Zhiyu lowered his head, pulled off his sleeves, and covered the wound on his hand.

However, Leng Xiao had already got up, stood beside her, looked down at her, and stared at her wrist.

Tang Zhiyu slowly raised his head along the hem of his clothes, feeling a little nervous.

"Brother Leng, I'm fine, you can go back and sit down."

Tang Zhiyu doesn't like to show his weakness to others.

"On your wrist, that's a gunshot wound. How did it come about?"

He just walked out of the hail of bullets, and he could identify the gunshot wound at a glance.

"No, it's just an ordinary wound. How could I get a gunshot wound?"

Leng Xiao grabbed one of Tang Zhiyu's wrists and pushed up the sleeve, proving her lie.

The brown muzzle was right in front of her eyes, but she still wasn't telling the truth.

"He Chen's technique?" Leng Xiao asked bluntly.

Her arms are very white and her skin is very delicate, but the muzzle of this gun is uneven, pitted and ugly.

Leng Xiao's heart was heavy.

Unable to hide anymore, Tang Zhiyu lowered his head.

Leng Xiao knew that she was acquiescing.

"The matter of Yang Ming's injury, in order to prove your innocence, you decided to go to He Chen and wanted to bring him to us to prove that you didn't say a word, but you didn't succeed, and He Chen beat you up instead. Gun? Is that so, Tang Zhiyu?"

Leng Xiao guessed the origin of Tang Zhiyu's gunshot wound.

Leng Xiao's words made Tang Zhiyu's heart sore.

Before meeting Leng Xiao, she had never seen a gun, and in this life, she never thought that one day she would be shot.

She also cherishes every inch of skin on her body. She buys various skin care products on weekdays to maintain her skin, and she will be unhappy wherever it turns red.

But this ugly gun scar can never be removed.

Suddenly, water stains fell on her white trouser legs, which quickly faded away.

She quickly pressed that place with her hands, why is she so useless, she can't shed tears.

Seeing this, Leng Xiao felt as if a knife had been stabbed in his heart. He didn't have pain nerves before, but now, the pain nerves seem to have awakened.

Leng Xiao raised his hand, trying to put it on Tang Zhiyu's shoulder to comfort her, but froze, she was shot, and he couldn't escape the dry cleaning with him.

"Brother Leng, sit down and eat, I'm not full yet." Tang Zhiyu raised his head again, but acted like nothing happened.

"Ah."

Leng Xiao didn't know what to say, so he squeezed out a word abruptly.

Leng Xiao sat down and had two mouthfuls of food, then said he had something to do, paid the bill early and left.

He could feel that Tang Zhiyu was always absent-minded when he was sitting there, and she was always worried that he would send her on the road as soon as she finished eating.

After he came out, he sat in the car and looked towards the restaurant. Sure enough, Tang Zhiyu became much more comfortable without him guarding him there, and even had a lively chat with the waiter.

Leng Xiao lowered the car window, lit a cigarette, sat for a while, and then drove away.

In the bar, when He Chen was about to return to the box just now, his phone rang, it was the old house's phone.

He looked at the number for a few seconds, before answering the last ring.

"Master Chen, I'm Mama Zhang."

From the other end, the old lady's voice came from: "Mother Zhang, have you called Chen'er yet?"

"Mother Zhang, what's the matter?"

He Chen couldn't help showing a hint of ridicule, heh, the old house was never idle for a day, and the old house called him as soon as he came out of the base.Have been monitoring his whereabouts?

"Master Chen, the old lady asked you to come to the old house."

He Chen glanced at the passers-by, "Mum Zhang, tell grandma that I'm busy recently and don't have time to come over."

On the other end of the phone, I heard Mama Zhang tell the old lady: Old lady, Master Chen said something happened and he couldn't come over.

"Give me the phone."

The old lady took the phone: "Chen'er, grandma heard that you were injured, did you get hurt?"

The strength of the old lady's speech was a little lacking.

"No, grandma can take care of herself for the elderly. You don't have to worry about my affairs."

He Chen's tone was no longer the playfulness of the past.

The old lady said earnestly: "Chen'er, you have something on your mind, is it because you have a problem with grandma?"

The old lady coughed and spoke slowly.

"Chen'er, there is a deep brotherhood between brothers. Yi'er is just your younger brother. As long as you are willing to stop, he will not care. Grandma wants to say that you can make friends, but you have to believe that blood is thicker than water. No friend is better than a brother."

He Chen sneered for a moment, and sure enough, his every move did not escape the old lady's surveillance.

"Chen'er?"

"Don't meddle in the affairs of young people. I won't die with this little injury."

After hanging up the phone, He Chen inserted his hand into his trousers, pursed his lips for a while, then opened the door and returned to the box.

When He Chen came back alone, Ji Boyan looked at him in surprise for a moment.

He Chen sat down in the middle of the sofa, stretched out one hand, leaned on the sofa, and explained.

"I ran into Leng Xiao when I went out and took him away."

Ji Boyan froze for a moment, then continued to pour the wine.

"It doesn't matter if you take it away, the longer this woman stays with you, the more she will know."

He Chen agrees with this truth, anyway, these days, he has tortured Tang Zhiyu to the point.

"Are you going to use Qi Zhen to let He Yi taste what it's like to lose someone you love the most?"

Ji Boyan smiled for a moment, and He Chen guessed his ultimate goal all at once, which was shrewd enough.

He Chen's face gradually faded into obscurity, he hadn't seen Jiang Ruoyue for a long time, and he didn't know how she was doing.

But no matter what, she didn't want Jiang Ruoyue to get hurt, but since Qi Zhen came back, Jiang Ruoyue's psychological injury was inevitable.

"No matter what you do, don't hurt Jiang Ruoyue, she is innocent of the enmity between you and He Yi."

Ji Boyan chuckled dumbly: "You have a problem with me, and it is difficult for me to do it."

He Chen folded his legs and stared vaguely at the wine glass in front of him.