After the military marriage, the stupid beauty wants to run away from her husband

Yangcheng Huaguo Hotel.

Song Changzhou, along with his guard Hua Ren and orderly Wang Fusheng, were enjoying the scenery in a corner of the garden.

"Chief, this is the latest intelligence collected!" Wang Fusheng handed him a piece of paper.

Song Changzhou hurriedly opened it to read, and Wang Fusheng explained, "There are already more than a dozen investors who have arrived in Yangcheng. Among them, there are three from Meiliguo, one from Indonesia, three from Jiaobenji, one from Deutsche, and two from Xiangcheng."

"Mr. Ruan from Indonesia, Mr. Zeng and Mr. Luo from Hong Kong, and Ms. Zhang from the United States are all overseas Chinese. Mr. Zeng and Ms. Zhang are together, and according to rumors, they seem to be in a relationship. Ms. Zhang may not be an investor, she may be Mr. Zeng's female companion."

Song Changzhou nodded. "Great! There are quite a few overseas Chinese. We can start by contacting them. We should also contact the three beautiful countries. I wonder if the Germans can speak English? If they can communicate in English, we can also contact them. We don't have an interpreter for the three chickens. Let's take a look first. If they don't have an interpreter, we'll talk to them. If they have an interpreter, we'll go up."

After all, hiring a translator costs a lot of money, and he can't afford it now. He will look at other companies first. If he can reach an agreement with them first, he will just ignore them.

Song Changzhou has studied English hard in recent years and has no problem communicating with them.

"By the way! It is said that Ms. Zhang seemed to have worked in Jinlin before." Wang Fusheng added.

"Really? Then how capable is Mr. Zeng?" He secretly rubbed his thumb and index finger together quickly a few times, making a gesture of counting money.

"This Mr. Zeng is the fourth son of the Zeng family, one of the four major families in Xiangcheng. His family has investments in oil, real estate and stocks." Wang Fusheng quickly retrieved the information in his mind.

"That's him. Let's go meet Mr. Zeng first today, and visit Ms. Zhang in advance." Song Changzhou licked the back of his teeth with the tip of his tongue.

"It seems Mr. Zeng and Ms. Zhang have left Guangzhou, but they haven't checked out of their rooms yet. It's unclear where they went. They will definitely be back before the investment conference starts."

"Leaving Guangzhou? Are you going for sightseeing?" Song Changzhou was a little disappointed. He felt that these two people were the ones he had the best chance of winning over!

Can't these rich people just wait in the hotel?

"Then let's start with these overseas Chinese! Which of your intelligence sources is the most powerful?" Song Changzhou asked.

"Mr. Ruan is the richest man in Indonesia. He is involved in a wider range of business areas, including large cruise ships and transportation, food, as well as pharmaceuticals and medical care. He has done very well."

"Let's go find him now." Song Changzhou stepped forward without hesitation.

When we arrived at Mr. Ruan's suite, there were two bodyguards standing at the door, like two door gods.

Song Changzhou walked over with his men and was stopped immediately. "Excuse me, do you have an appointment?" One of them spoke broken Chinese.

Song Changzhou: ...

Forget it, there’s the God of Wealth inside, so we have to spoil him.

"I'm the commander-in-chief of the Southern Military Region. My name is Song Changzhou, and I'd like to meet and talk with Mr. Ruan."

The bodyguards looked at each other and felt that the commander-in-chief of the military region was a little too young, but they did not dare to neglect him because of his status. One of them nodded to him and went in.

After a while, the bodyguard came out and said, "I'm sorry, Commander Song, Mr. Ruan is a little tired from the journey and isn't feeling well. Which room are you staying in? You can leave your contact information, or Mr. Ruan will be at the investment promotion meeting next week."

This is a rejection. I didn’t expect to fail the first time.

However, Song Changzhou was not discouraged. He left his identity information and room number and left with his people.

A few of them decided to go to the restaurant and wait for lunch to see if they could meet someone and talk to them in person. If they went directly to the person's room, they would probably be stopped again.

They walked along the road from the hotel to the restaurant, passing through a small garden.

Suddenly, a little kid came rushing over on a scooter, shouting.

“Ah~~~Ah~~~~~”

It flew past Song Changzhou and the others and crashed into the steps beside the flower bed in front.

Both the man and the car were thrown forward.

Song Changzhou took a big step to the little guy, and in a flash, he grabbed the ankle of the little guy who was blown into the air...

This little kid wasn't afraid of being hung upside down by Song Changzhou, and he shouted arrogantly! "Put me down! Let me down!"

Looking fierce and aggressive, Song Changzhou threw the man into the air. The little man circled in the air and was caught again.

Song Changzhou squinted his eyes and looked at the pair of black grapes that were still round and frightened.

The child was quite pretty and dressed very elegantly. She had hair gel on her hair, wore a small shirt with a black sweater on top, black shorts underneath, a pair of black leather shoes that were so black that they reflected the light, and a pair of black half-high socks on her fleshy legs.

It took the little guy a long time to come back to his senses, and he said in a baby voice: "Uncle, can you throw me again? It's so fun!"

"Whose child are you?" Song Changzhou asked instead of answering. He felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity when looking at the child.

It was ridiculous. Why did he feel familiar with this child? He was sure he had never seen this child before.

"Young Master! Young Master!" At this time, a woman's voice came from behind.

He ran to the little kid, held him in his arms, and hurriedly checked him up and down. Finding that he was intact, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. "My little master, my little ancestor! I beg you not to run around anymore. My old bones can't keep up with you."

"Thank you, comrade, ah~" The woman screamed in fright as if she saw a ghost.

"Mrs. Wu!"

"Captain Song?! Didn't you... sacrifice yourself?" Is this a human or a ghost?

Mrs. Wu held her child in her arms and looked at the "ghost" in front of her with a wary look on her face.

"Mrs. Wu...you..." Song Changzhou was stunned. The blood color on his face seemed to freeze in an instant. Looking at the little person in her arms, his head was buzzing.

The little man in Mrs. Wu's arms was like a loach out of the water, twisting and turning from side to side, and Mrs. Wu could hardly hold him.

“Ah~~~Ah~~~~~”

Another little kid came rushing over here on a scooter. Mrs. Wu had a baby in her arms and was unable to stop him.

I could only watch him crash into the same place where the little kid had just flown up.

Song Changzhou grabbed the man and the car and turned them around according to inertia before putting the little kid down.

This one is dressed exactly like the little one just now, except that one of them is wearing black socks, and the other is wearing black socks with two horizontal stripes.

"Young Master, if you continue to be naughty, I will tell your mother!" Mrs. Wu was almost worried to death. The two children were getting more and more naughty. One would grab the other and run away.

The young master successfully slid off Mrs. Wu. The two little kids stood together, looking like they were cast in the same mold, except that one had fair skin and the other had wheat skin.

The two looked at Mrs. Wu and then at Song Changzhou.

Song Changzhou then discovered that these two little kids looked very similar to him, except that their eyes looked a little more like Zhang Yuwan's, rounder and moister, with more black pupils.

"Mrs. Wu, is this? Is this...?" Song Changzhou's eyes were red and his nose was sore.

He stared at Mrs. Wu without blinking, and asked timidly, "Are they Xiaowan and my...son?"

Mrs. Wu was so frightened that she didn't dare to reply. Oh my God! Should she say it?

Song Changzhou looked at the two little ones carefully. These were his sons, two of them.

He squatted down to be at their eye level.

The two little kids put their faces close together and looked at him curiously, whispering in baby voices so loud that everyone present could hear them clearly.

"What he just meant was that he is our daddy!"

"No~daddy is dead!"

"Oh yeah! Dad's dead. Is this a liar?"

The two little ones looked like they were saying, "Don't even think about fooling us."

Song Changzhou's eyes were slightly moist, and his heart was about to melt, but when he heard the words of the filial sons, his face instantly darkened.