Just after the divorce, my wife begged for reconciliation

Chapter 382 No One in the World Can Find Me

Ye Changqing smiled and said, “I see your son is not in his right mind, so I am acting with him.

Did you act like it? "

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Wang Xuelian gave Ye Changqing a thumbs up, praising him: "You acted so realistically.

You don’t know, I have an illusion that you are going to kill someone.

Not only did you save my son, you also acted with him.

Thank you! "

Zhang Shunxin thought to himself that Ye Changqing really wanted to kill someone.

Of course it was as real as it could be. But he didn't dare to say anything else, he just hoped Ye Changqing would leave quickly.

Ye Changqing said to Wang Xuelian: "Don't be polite with me, let the doctor treat him.

I'm going home first. "

Zhang Shun breathed a sigh of relief and was finally leaving.

Too tormented.

Every minute and every second Ye Changqing was here, he felt like he was on the brink of death.

Wang Xuelian warmly persuaded him to stay: "Thank you for your help, let's exchange contact information.

I would like to treat you to a meal in two days.

To express my gratitude for saving my son's life."

Zhang Shunxin's heart was in his throat again. As for Ye Changqing, he hoped that they would never see each other again in this life.

Mom actually invited him to dinner. He just hoped Ye Changqing would refuse.

Ye Changqing took out his cell phone: "Let's leave each other our phone numbers.

If you invite me to dinner, I will definitely come. Even if I don’t have time, I will make time to come!”

As Ye Changqing spoke, he glanced at Zhang Shunxin meaningfully.

Zhang Shunxin felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave when he saw this look. He knew that Ye Changqing had left but he had not yet come to his senses.

Out of the hospital.

Ye Changqing called Liu Mengcai and said, "I got a message that the unexpected poster likes to eat Lanzhou ramen.

He appeared in Songjiang City as a taxi driver.

Have you seen any suspicious taxi drivers at the entrance of Shajing Village?

Taxi? Liu Mengcai instantly opened the video replay of camera 53, and a screen seemed to appear in his mind.

The screen played the scenes happening at the north entrance of Shajing Village frame by frame.

He soon discovered an anomaly.

A taxi was parked at the entrance of the village and never left with any passengers.

Occasionally, a passenger would open the car door and get out quickly.

Later, Ye Changqing appeared at the entrance of the village. The taxi lowered the window and then raised it again.

Finally drove away.

Almost in an instant, he determined that there must be something wrong with the car.

He said almost without thinking: "I just screened it.

There was a taxi with license plate number A98E53 that looked suspicious.”

Song A98E53?

Ye Changqing had just walked to the hospital entrance when he heard the license plate number.

He opened the door of a taxi and got in.

The driver was a middle-aged man in his fifties with an unshaven beard. He was eating a steamed bun with an egg pancake.

Seeing Ye Changqing enter the car, he hurriedly packed the steamed buns in a plastic bag, took out a piece of toilet paper, wiped his mouth, and then said to Ye Changqing: "I'm sorry.

I haven't had time to eat yet, where should we go?"

Ye Changqing didn't say anything. He took out his mobile phone and scanned the payment code in front of him.

The driver looked puzzled: "The fare is metered and we only collect the money when we get to our destination.

You haven’t said where you’re going.”

Suddenly, the payment reminder horn in front of the car sounded: "Beep, your account has received 1,000 yuan."

The driver was stunned for a moment, then asked in surprise: "Where are you going with so much money?

Let me make it clear first, if I leave the province, I can’t do it.

My mother is sick and in the hospital, and I have to go to the hospital to take care of her at night."

Ye Changqing put away his phone and said, "My destination is Songjiang City."

Songjiang City?

The driver was even more surprised: "It wouldn't cost more than a thousand yuan to go around Songjiang City three times.

It’s too much.”

Ye Changqing directly stated his purpose: "Find me a taxi Song A98E53.

I left my things in the car, and I'll give you a thousand dollars as compensation."

The driver suddenly became alert: "This is easy, I'll just shout something in the company's taxi group.

I guarantee I'll find Song A98E53 in less than ten minutes."

Southern suburbs of Songjiang City. Jixiang Beef Ramen Restaurant.

This ramen restaurant is located in a remote area, with an empty entrance and a newly expanded asphalt road shining black.

The road was full of taxis, and almost all the people eating there were taxi drivers.

Someone sat alone, eating with a plate of side dishes and a bowl of beef ramen, enjoying the food with relish.

Some drivers gathered in groups of three or four, chatting about the strange things they had experienced while soliciting passengers that day.

Zhang Yan sat by the window, looking at the surging Songjiang River more than ten meters away.

He slurped up some vegetables and noodles, eating with garlic cloves, enjoying the meal very much.

He felt sad in his heart. When he was mining, he was always dirty and even had to eat underground.

He felt like he was living a life worse than a mouse, often owed wages. He had to pay off his mortgage every month for 20 years.

He had no income for a month.

I feel like I'm going crazy.

All his relatives are poor, so he can only borrow online loans, but those online loans are even more terrifying.

The pressure was relieved in the first few months, but in the following months, all the accounts piled up.

Mortgage plus online loan repayment.

so horrible!

When he thought about it now, he sweated uncontrollably all over, as if he was back in that embarrassing situation again.

I felt like I couldn't breathe because of the pressure.

I want to escape but there is nowhere to escape.

I want to die but I can't leave my young son behind.

The feeling of wanting to cry but having no tears...so hopeless. Ding Dong~

The phone on the table beeped.

It suddenly woke him up from that illusion. He let out a long sigh, picked up a piece of lotus root with chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

Crisp texture, crunchy sound, and sour-sweet taste.

Let him have a sense of happiness of enjoying delicious food.

After taking another bite of beef ramen, he felt that there was no greater happiness in life than this.

He is very rich now and can afford to buy a plane, live in a big villa, and eat truffles and foie gras.

He thought his favorite was still this bite of beef ramen.

I’ve almost finished eating, so I put down my chopsticks and picked up my phone.

I noticed that the beep on my phone just now was because someone left a message on the web page.

It was a message from the Fang family. The content was very simple, just seven words: "Mission failed, please refund!" Refund?

Zhang Yan showed a sneer on his face. Too many killers from the Accidental Building died in the attempt to kill Ye Changqing.

He is almost left alone now.

The Fang family actually dared to ask for a refund, so he directly replied: "Industry rules, mission failure, no refund!"

Then put down the phone and continue eating noodles.

Fang Chuanshi's dim old eyes were filled with anger: "Don't mention the rules of the trade to me.

I paid money to kill Ye Changqing.

Now Ye Changqing is still alive, why should I give him money! "

Ding

The reminder sound on the table sounded again.

Zhang Yan was in no mood to eat. He picked up his phone, took a look, and gritted his teeth: "You give me the money, and I'll send my men to do the work.

Although Ye Changqing did not die, more than thirty assassins from the Accidental Building died, and the Accidental Building paid such a heavy price.

Why should I refund the money?"

This was the first time Fang Chuanshi encountered such a thing: “I gave money, and the people in the accident building went to kill people.

I don't care how you kill me.

How many people were sent to kill?

What to use to kill.

None of this has anything to do with me.

I just want results.

If Ye Changqing doesn't die, you should return the money."

Zhang Yan was so angry that he wanted to curse: "So many people died in the accident building, were they all in vain?"

Fang Chuanshi was so angry that his eyelids twitched: "I have money, I have a lot of money.

But my money didn't just come from the wind. How dare you not return it?