Divorce and flash marriage, CEO ex-husband regrets heartbreak

Realizing that all this was done by Fu Yan, he angrily called, but this time it was Yu Mengqiu who answered the phone, "Yan Shen, stop struggling. Your father said he won't let you get involved in this, so he won't let you get involved."

"What did you do?" Fu Yanshen asked in a cold voice.

Yu Mengqiu did not hide it from him, "Your father had someone interfere with the Fu family's signal, so except for us, you can't contact the outside world, and people outside can't contact you either.

Yan Shen, don't blame me and your father, we are doing this for your own good. Besides, that bitch Ruan Zheng is not worth it at all. Okay, reflect on yourself."

After saying that, she quickly hung up the phone, leaving Fu Yanshen holding the phone tightly in his big hand.

Here, Pei Linxiao called him five times but none of them went through. His eyes began to darken. Zhuoran was already making arrangements, but what was going on that Fu Yanshen couldn't get in touch with him now?

Ding ding ding! Just as Pei Linxiao was getting anxious, Zhuoran called. "Boss Pei, Third Master Yin has tightened his control, and all our people are under his watch. I'm afraid we can't leave."

"Where are Fu Yanshen's people?" Pei Linxiao asked.

Zhuoran gritted his teeth and said, "For some reason, they all retreated. I guess they were afraid of confronting Zheng Gang and Master Yin San."

"..."

In the dim room, the dazzling light from outside shone in through the window.

Xiaobao sat on the stool, holding his chin with both hands and staring at the door. His little heart felt like it was tied with a rope and it hurt so much.

Why hasn't my uncle shown up yet? Will he show up? How can I contact him? Is he in trouble?

The more the little guy thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. His eyes began to turn red. He reached out and wiped his blocked nose. His round eyes looked at the door again seriously.

Time passed by little by little, and in the blink of an eye, Xiaobao waited until the sunset.

He couldn't hold back his emotions any longer, tears streaming down his face. His uncle hadn't shown up, and his sister hadn't woken up. What should he do? What should he do?

Creaky, suddenly, the door opened.

Blending in with the setting sun outside the door, the man's figure stretched out slenderly, with a cold and cold face. Seeing the small shadow inside, Ji Feng took a deep breath, "Xiao Bao."

Suddenly, the little guy ran towards him, just like he used to climb Yin Junye's legs. He climbed along his strong and straight legs into his arms, and then started to cry wildly.

Ji Feng heard the little guy crying and gently touched his head, "Do you miss your uncle?"

He knew that the little guy would miss him, so he ignored his injuries and came to Jinghai again on the pretext of a mission.

"Wuwuwu, wuwuwu." Xiaobao cried so hard that Jifeng's shoulders quickly became wet and hot. Just as he was about to take out a tissue to wipe the little guy's tears, he pulled him up and wrote: [Uncle, why hasn't my sister woken up yet?]

Hearing this, Ji Feng frowned. "Miss Ruan hasn't woken up yet? This is impossible. What's going on?"

He wondered why Xiaobao was writing on his palm again, but...

After understanding the words written by the little guy, he felt like he was struck by lightning.

"Xiaobao, what did you say? Young Master Yin?" Ji Feng's face was full of disbelief.

Xiaobao cried even harder, then stubbornly wrote on his hand: [Uncle Yin was cremated. I saw it with my own eyes.]

With a loud bang, Jifeng's tall body almost fell down.

Cremation? How is that possible? Yin Shao wasn't dead at all, but Xiao Bao said he saw it with his own eyes?

The little guy cried so hard that his eyes were swollen like peaches. Ji Feng hugged him tightly with heartache and comfort.

"Don't worry, Xiaobao. Uncle will get to the bottom of this matter. But remember, you must not tell anyone about Master Yin's fake death, including Sister Ruan."

Ji Feng never suspected that there was anything wrong with the blood of the Yunying family, so there must be something fishy about Ruan Zheng not waking up. As for what it was, he would find out after he went to check.

Xiaobao nodded obediently, then leaned his cold little face against his shoulder, twitching. Does it matter whether he tells about Uncle Yin's fake death or not? He already...