The president's stand-in

At this time, Ning Yechen was at the airport, receiving Qin Shifeng's ashes from the escort, as well as the phone that hadn't finished editing the text message.

The unfinished sentence became the pain of his life.

That sentence seemed to be engraved in his heart, as long as he closed his eyes, it was the moment before he died, when he had to edit the text message for him with difficulty.

In fact, he didn't really want to hurt his brother, or really want Si Yanchi's life.

However, he never had the chance to tell him the truth again.

Fengfeng, without you, my life is only dark, how can I be happy?

Is this sentence your biggest irony to me?

"Mr. Ning, this is Mr. Qin Shifeng's relic, please accept your condolences." The escort handed over the remaining box containing Qin Shifeng's belongings.

Ning Ye was devastated, her cold eyes were red.

What does he want these relics for now?

"Give it to me!" Seeing that he didn't respond, Ning Tang felt a little uncomfortable, and reached out to take it.

I do not know how long it has been.

Ning Yechen came back to his senses, hugged the urn, turned around and got into the car.

Holding the urn in both hands, his eyes couldn't help getting wet.

Is that you?

Qin Shifeng?

You lied to me right?

As long as you come back obediently, I will marry you, okay?

Just at this time.

He saw outside the car, a familiar teenager flashed by.

Fengfeng!

Ning Yechen's eyes froze, and his heart beat rapidly, causing him to involuntarily call out to the driver, "Stop."

"Fengfeng..." The car stopped smoothly, and Ning Yechen quickly opened the door, as if forgetting that he was still on the phone, clutching the phone and walking quickly, catching up with the boy in front.

However, break other people's shoulders.

"What are you doing?" The boy shook his hand away in panic.

A strange face.

It was only then that Ning Yechen realized that he had admitted to the wrong person.

"I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person..." Ning Yechen was disappointed for a while, watching the boy slowly disappearing at the end of the street, he didn't recover for a long time.

"Master, are you alright?" Ning Tang hurriedly followed, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"It's not him, Ning Tang, it's not him..." Ning Yeshen took a deep breath, feeling a sharp pain in his heart, "Am I too bad, if I didn't stop him from taking the exam that day, wouldn't he have left? , at least not die, opposite?"

Just now, he couldn't control himself at all.

In fact, the boy just now didn't look like him, even the back view couldn't compare with him, but when he was in a trance, he was mistaken for him.

Maybe it's because of the longing.

He never believed that he was really dead.

Until the moment he held his ashes, the indescribable pain and emptiness swept over him, making him feel uncontrollable...

"Master, Master Shifeng should not blame you, he is so kind." Ning Tang didn't know what to say to comfort him.

I just feel uncomfortable.

Qin Shifeng's eyes were the cleanest he had ever seen.

Even if he knelt on the ground to beg Ning Yechen that day, it was so bright and pure, apart from helplessness and panic, he didn't mean to blame Ning Yechen at all.

Perhaps, that is love!

That kind of love is like moths jumping into the flame wholeheartedly, even if you are hurt badly, you are still willing.

"Yeah, he won't blame me. He's so stupid. He listens to me and follows me." Ning Yechen felt waves of pain.

His head flew past countless images of Qin Shifeng curled up under him, so obedient, even if he hurt him, he didn't say a word, just bit his lip, and begged him to be gentle in a low voice, it was so pitiful.

It happened that such a good little thing was lost by him.

is lost forever.

No, not lost.

He's going to take him home.

take them home.

"Mr. Ning, we are just ahead." The driver drove faithfully and did not dare to say a word. When he arrived at Ningyuan, he said respectfully and authentically.

"En." Seeing that the destination was right in front of him, Ning Yechen didn't plan to get in the car again, and walked forward with heavy steps.

Qin Shifeng's urn was held tightly in his arms by him, like the most precious treasure. His slender fingertips gently brushed the surface of the box, and he murmured in a low voice, "Fengfeng, we are going home .”

He walked through the door step by step, and when he reached the bedroom, he carefully handed the box to Ning Tang who was behind him, and said in a hoarse voice, "Help me hold it for a while."

He had to make the bed before letting him lie down.

Otherwise, the skin of the little thing is tender, and it will turn red even under the quilt.

Ning Tang sighed helplessly.

But I still reluctantly followed what he said, but I always felt weird looking at it, and couldn't help but bite the bullet, "Master, this, this is ashes..."

It's not good to sleep together, right?

"Get out!" Ning Ye gave him a cold look and chased him away.

"Hey, yes, get out!" Ning Tang didn't dare to refute, and quickly put down the box containing Qin Shifeng's relics.

Who knows because of nervousness.

With a "bang", the box was overturned, and the contents inside were scattered.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll pick it up for you." Ning Tang was terrified.

Quickly squatted down and picked it up.

But, see what's on the ground.

Ning Ye sank his head suddenly.

wrong!

these things……

Thinking of Qin Shizhun's angrily accusing him that day, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

But what was wrong, he couldn't tell for a while.

How do you know this secret?

There must be something he's overlooked.

Yes, it must be...

Ning Ye covered her head and forced herself to calm down.

The brain cells then began to work rapidly.

From the arrival of the people from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs that day...

Everyone's expressions and words went through his head from beginning to end like a movie.

Qin Shizhun was very sad at first, and his reaction was very real.

But then it got a little weird.

Especially when he saw Lin Yan appearing in his room that morning, apart from the indignant cynicism, he couldn't see too many other emotions.

It was he who was blinded by grief at the time, but now that he thinks about it, it looks so weird...

Think about it now that Qin Shifeng's ashes were brought back, but Qin Shizhun didn't show up either.

Ning Ye suffocated heavily and was completely stunned.

This obvious loophole was completely ignored by him.

Ning Yechen felt the cells in his whole body boil up crazily in an instant, and the blood poured into his head, buzzing.

If...if he hadn't died...

Thinking of this possibility, Ning Yechen's heart beat violently, and he couldn't suppress the ecstasy in his heart, roaring out.

All of this made him wish he could fly to Si's house immediately to prove his thoughts.

But after thinking about it, he still calmed down, "No, Ning Yechen, you can't be so impulsive and unscrupulous anymore, because it will scare him again."

As long as you're alive, you're fine.

He won't push him any more...

Anyway, he is already his person, and in this life, he can't escape, right?

He will make his return willingly.

"Young master, young master, what's wrong with you?" Ning Tang picked up the bloody relic on the ground, and he didn't even respond to calling a few times, feeling a little worried.

"Ning Tang, do me something." Ning Yechen said excitedly.

"What's the matter, young master?" Ning Tang didn't understand.

Is this too sad, crazy?

"I want you to monitor..." Ning Ye commanded in a low voice.

Ning Tang widened his eyes, "Monitoring Mrs. Si? If President Si finds out about this, I'm afraid it won't be very good..."

Could it be that my younger brother is dead, is this because I fell in love with a married man?

In this way, that big devil Si Chuanchi will fight to the death directly.

"If you're told to go, go, so much nonsense." Ning Ye gave him a cold look, "I can't call you now, can I?"

"Don't dare." Ning Tang hurriedly pushed it down.

This is not difficult.

Just keep it secret.

Otherwise it's really hard to clean up.

However, he never expected that something would actually be monitored by him.

"Young master, here are Mrs. Si's call records and the situation with social software, please take a look." Ning Tang hurriedly came to report.

It was exactly as he expected.

Ning Yechen looked at the call log above, breathing hard.

He thought he was looking at Qin Shizhun's relics, and found out that his documents were all there, but all the social software on his phone were gone.

The mobile phone is in his hand, but WeChat cannot be opened.

That proves that you have already logged out in advance.

Ning Yechen took a hot bath, turned on the computer and opened the software sent by foreign hackers.

Inside is a remote monitoring file that has a password and has not been opened.

He is a first-time user.

After the system recognized his face and voice, he passed and entered smoothly.

Ning Yechen felt an indescribable excitement and excitement.

He swallowed nervously, pressed the touch screen, double-clicked the file on it, and opened...

A clear picture was displayed on the screen. It turned out to be a house. It was obviously a real-time monitoring camera. It was divided into several angles. Looking from the side of the road outside, it was a small European-style villa. Inside was the living room and room for the retest. Fashion, sofas, tablecloths, and curtains are all in the style of a young man, and they are neatly tidied up. On the table are college textbooks, as well as his favorite hot-blooded animation peripherals...

Ning Ye took a deep breath, and her heart beat faster.

Immediately afterwards, the camera switched to the bedroom on the second floor. There was a cloakroom in front of it. There was a neat row of casual clothes, ball uniforms, and small shirts. Not many, but very delicate and distinct. It was his favorite style. It was not expensive, but The sunlight on his body was unusually white and clean, like a fresh and elegant ink painting... Inside, there is a bed and a desk. The space is not big, but it is very comfortable.

Ning Ye's hands were trembling, and his eyes were so warm that he had to raise his head and close his eyes to suppress the inexplicable liquid.

His throat was a little dry and painful, and he couldn't help but let out a breath, but he still couldn't calm down.

At this point, looking at the direction of the sun, it should be noon, and he is not at home.

However, he can wait.

After waiting for so long, he didn't care about waiting a little longer.