Falling tonight

Chapter 29 The Van

When I was 10 years old, on a rainy evening, the sky was so dark that it almost covered the ground.

Beside the road, under a black umbrella, two men, one tall and one short, with a thin stature, walked slowly side by side in the rain, holding umbrellas.

Zhao Rou was a little shy. She lowered her head and quickly glanced at the strange boy next to her. He was wearing a black mask and was a head taller than her. Although he looked not much older than her, he exuded a cool aura that was not suitable for his age. He looked so cool in the rain. People are inexplicably depressed.

The rain was falling heavily. The boy looked ahead and said in a voice that was still developing during adolescence: "The bus stop is ahead."

Zhao Rou saw the platform not far ahead and whispered thank you to him.

Before they reached the bus stop, a silver-gray van rushed quickly behind them. In just one second, two men wearing masks opened the door and rushed out of the bus. They took a few steps towards them and tried to pull the boy beside Zhao Rou.

When the boy saw this, his eyes stood up with frightened anger, and he took Zhao Rou's arm and ran away. However, he was still young, so before he could run a few steps, two men rushed up, dragging the boy from left to right and threw him into the car. Rou exclaimed, reaching out to pull the boy's clothes, but didn't touch anything, "What are you doing!"

The black umbrella above her head fell, and the heavy rain washed over her body. The boy was stuffed into the car. When the car door was closed, Zhao Rou saw his struggling figure from the gap in the car, and several men holding down his hands and feet. picture.

Watching the van speeding away, Zhao Rouhou was afraid and chased after it, staring at the license plate number. In less than a minute, the van disappeared in the heavy rain, like a kite with its string broken. She disappeared without a trace, leaving only her figure crying in the rain.

Mu Zhou was sleeping deeply when he suddenly felt someone holding his arm tightly, accompanied by a small whimpering sound.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Zhao Rou with tears on his face.

She frowned and leaned next to his arm, holding him tightly with both hands, as if she was afraid that he would run away.

She cried and said something, but he didn't hear it clearly. He leaned close to her lips and heard her say.

"No, let him go, don't leave."

Mu Zhou's heart sank, and the arm she grabbed seemed to hurt a little. He moved his body, took his arm out of her arms, turned sideways and raised his head to look at her.

She looked like she had cried when she came out of Zhao's house. He thought it was the Zhao family who was making things difficult for her, but listening to her babble in her sleep at this time, it was clear that it was an expression from deep inside her heart, expressed through dreams.

Who doesn’t want to leave?Is it the boy in the painting that Zhao Fangyi mentioned?Or someone else?

Muzhou considers himself not a conceited person. Rather than spending his time on women, it would be better to use it in intrigues in the mall, so his attitude towards women has always been dispensable.

Even so, there are still countless women who want to be close to him in the past few years.

And Zhao Rou broke into his life by mistake. He liked the feeling of making love with her and was greedy for her softness.

But at this time, he heard someone else's sleep talk from Zhao Rou's mouth, and he admitted that he cared about it.

As the sky dawned, Mu Zhou got up and went out.

Until three o'clock in the morning, Zhao Rou slowly woke up.

Touching the empty space next to the quilt, Zhao Rou admired Mu Zhou. He was worthy of being an outstanding young man in Asia City. Even if he stayed up late, he could never get up early.

Sitting in the bathroom in front of the mirror and applying ice to her eyes to reduce swelling, Zhao Rou thought about it. Zhao Shijin still felt that it was a bit unreal when he told her that the boy she met by chance 15 years ago had passed away.

It's as if someone told you that the person you have been looking forward to seeing suddenly passed away without any trace of his body. You cannot accept it because there is no basis for the words and no direct evidence to destroy the longing you have persisted in for more than ten years.You just want to find some kind of evidence to prove that what others told you is a lie, so as to confirm the answer you hope for in your heart.

Zhao Rou thought that if she wanted to find evidence, Uncle Li had been to the scene and it would be most convenient to find him.But he is a confidant trained by Zhao Shijin, and it may be difficult to tell the truth from what he says.

Therefore, the clues in her own hands are the most reliable.Today I still have to go to Wei County in City B to find the son of the van owner, Ma Youguan, and learn about the situation.

When she went out, she found that her bag was missing. After searching around, she remembered that she had put it in Mu Zhou's car after leaving Zhao's house. She got out of the car in the middle of the night and forgot to take it back.

There was an ID card in the bag. If she went to Wei County where she might have to stay, she would have to bring the bag with her.

She called up Muzhou's WeChat account and sent him a message: "I seem to have left my bag in your car. Where are you? Can you go and get it?"

The news came to nothing.

She called again, but no one answered.

After thinking for a while, Zhao Rou drove to Lingtian Building.

This time, after announcing her intention to come, the front desk blocked her and said, "Sorry, we did not receive information about your appointment with Mr. Mu. Please contact us in advance before coming."

Zhao Rou was furious. How could she contact this man who didn't reply to his messages or answer his phone calls?

At this time, Gao Songqing and a middle-aged man came out of the elevator. Gao Songqing paused when he saw Zhao Rou, and then sent the middle-aged man out. After saying goodbye at the door, Zhao Rou stepped forward to Gao Songqing.

"Assistant Song, is it convenient for Mr. Mu now?"

Gao Songqing drew a black line in front of his eyes: "Miss Zhao, my surname is Gao, Gao Songqing."

"Um, Assistant Gao," Zhao Rou scratched her head in embarrassment: "I'm sorry, Assistant Gao, but I left my bag in Mr. Mu's car. Can I take it with me?"

Gao Songqing picked up the phone and looked at her: "Let me ask Mr. Mu, wait a moment."

After dialing the phone, the other party picked up the call quickly. Gao Songqing said a few words to Mu Zhou before hanging up.

Gao Songqing pushed up his glasses and looked at Zhao Rou through the lenses: "Miss Zhao, Mr. Mu said he doesn't have your things in the car."

"Ah?" Zhao Rou was surprised. She couldn't find it at home. She took Mr. Mu's car back to the apartment yesterday, so she could only stay in his car.

"Can you go to the car and help me take a look? Song... uh no, Manager Gao." Zhao Rou asked.

Gao Songqing said with a straight face: "No, I have no right to use his personal belongings without the authorization of President Mu."

Zhao Rou nodded to express her understanding. She could only go back and look for it where she put it, or wait for Mu Zhou to find him when he was free.

She asked again: "What was your pastor doing just now?" Why didn't you reply to the message?

Gao Songqing's eyes flickered, "Mu Zhou is meeting with clients."

He was telling the truth, but he didn't say that Mr. Mu's cell phone prompted several messages and calls. He picked it up repeatedly and looked at it. His face looked bad, and he threw the cell phone aside and ignored it.

With his naked eye power of 5.1, he peeked and saw that the phone calls and messages belonged to the Miss Zhao in front of him.

Gao Songqing's face was calm, but he was gossiping wildly in his heart. After they came out of Haizhiyun last night, Mr. Mu couldn't help but look very bad, and even asked him to block Zhao Rou's car.

What happened behind them that caused Mr. Mu to have low pressure hanging above his head all morning?

(End of this chapter)