Dangerous Love Contract: The President's Poisoned Wife

"Wen Yin... I'm Dad. You've forgotten me, haven't you? Forgot how I died? How did our Wen's enterprise go bankrupt overnight? Have you forgotten everything?"

In his sleep, his father's voice kept ringing in his ears.

"Father... I don't." Wen Yin didn't wake up, and a thick layer of sweat immediately appeared on her forehead.

"How can you marry a bastard like Leng Jingtian? Don't call me Dad, I don't have an unfilial daughter like you..."

Wen Yin's eyebrows were drawn tightly, and her eyes were tightly closed.

"Hello, Mommy...you can't marry Grandpa! Our Xianyu will be sad! Besides, I will also be very sad." The image of Xiaocuo also began to appear in her dream, still the weird elf from before, However, there seemed to be an indelible sadness on his face.

"Little mistake...Baby, don't go, wait for Mommy! Wait for me..." Wen Yin said vaguely on her lips, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.

"Yinyin, I love you. But, in the days to come... I may never be by your side again." Xia Xianyu's soft and apologetic face flashed across Wen Yin's sleep.

"Mommy, Xianyu and I love you very much...hehe..." Xiao Cuo's smile and voice were so clear, but his figure was getting further and further away.Gradually replaced by the scene of his father lying in a pool of blood covered in blood, he was struggling to get up, his blood dripping body was slowly wriggling, "Wen Yin, avenge me, I want to die coldly. Daughter, you must Take revenge for me, otherwise, I will die with regret..."

"dad……"

Wen Yin suddenly sat up from the bed, glanced at the surrounding scene, and it took a long time before she came to her senses, it turned out that she was having a nightmare.

However, after the nightmare, her heart became extremely uneasy, and the chills ran through her body, but she kept breaking out in cold sweat and trembling.

"Father, I haven't forgotten our enmity. I haven't for a moment! It's just... I have unavoidable difficulties. I can't just watch Xianyu die..." Wen Yin clutched the thin quilt tightly, her whole body trembling even more The tears fell miserably, looking out of the window, it was gray, the sky was oppressive as if she couldn't breathe, and it was so dull, just like her current mood, as if she was about to suffocate to death...

"Eldest young mistress, where are you going? Eldest young master has explained that you can't go out these few days."

Seeing Wen Yin walking out in a hurry, the servant immediately stepped forward to stop her.

Leng Jingtian did tell her to be optimistic about Wen Yin. He was afraid that what happened to Wen Yin in the swimming pool would happen again...

"No, I must go out." She could not hear the servant's words at all, and insisted on leaving.

"Eldest young mistress, wait... Please don't go out! I will inform the eldest master first, or you tell me, where are you going?" The servant was in a panic, afraid that Leng Jingtian would blame him.

Wen Yin, however, remained silent, only glistening tears flowed wantonly on her cheeks, and she forcibly went out.

"Eldest young mistress, wait... what should I do?" The servant was in a hurry, and immediately turned around and dialed Leng Jingtian.

Leng's Group.

"President, your home phone number, do you want to transfer it now?"

Miss Secretary's sweet voice resounded.

Leng Jingtian, who was originally in a meeting, frowned suddenly when he heard the word "home", "Come in."

Picking up the phone, the servant's panicked voice came from the receiver, "Eldest young master, it's bad! The youngest mistress is out, I can't stop her..."

Hearing this, Leng Jingtian's face turned cold for several minutes, and strands of panic flashed again, "I'll be right back."

In the conference room, the heads of all departments bowed their heads knowingly when they heard his extremely cold voice, not daring to look at Leng Jingtian's face.

"The meeting is over." There was some haste in his words.

After seeing Leng Jingtian leave, the executives couldn't help thinking about who or what it was that made them always calm and unfathomable, but the president would show such a tense side...

There are many rumors about their president, falling in love with Li's chief designer, falling in love with Li's chief model... In short, all the rumors are inseparable from Li's.

However, none of the employees below will break their mouths, discuss the private life of their immediate boss, and lose their jobs...

Wen Yin came out all the way, went to Xiao Cuo's cemetery, and finally came to his father's grave.

"dad……"

When seeing his portrait, Wen Yin's emotions were completely out of control.

All this time, she seldom visited his tombstone. In her heart, she was ashamed of her father, but she had been mingling with their enemies all the time, entangled.

"I'm sorry, Dad, forgive me! I beg you to forgive me. In fact, with Leng Jingtian, I was also sad and struggling. If I could choose..." Wen Yin stopped talking, only Dou Da Tears dripped on the tombstone.

She doesn't seem to have a choice.

From the day she first met Leng Jingtian, she had no choice but the right to be chosen.

Perhaps her ignorance can be forgiven.And she fell in love with Leng Jingtian unknowingly, this must not be forgiven...

Marrying Leng Jingtian, although it was a last resort, she had a vague hope in her heart, as if invisible, even if there was a barrier, her heart would be shaken uncontrollably, and she followed him, just pretending to hate him and hate him on the surface .

"Dad, if you can't forgive me, just take me away... In this way, I won't have to suffer so much."

Wen Yin spilled half of the spirits that Wen Yin brought in front of the tombstone, and the other half slowly poured into his throat, and suddenly there was a burning, throat-slitting tingling sensation.

However, no matter how painful her body was, it was far less than one ten-thousandth of her heartache.

Can anyone tell her?This kind of pain, repeated again and again, when will there be an end?

"I was wrong. I shouldn't have given birth to Xiaocuo, and I couldn't take good care of him... and I shouldn't have married Leng Jingtian." On the one hand was the father who gave birth to her and raised her, and on the other was the man she loved. The individual became her doom, and she was in agony.

However, who can truly understand her pain?With Leng Jingtian, she hurts; leaving him, she also hurts...

"Dad, take me away, I want to be with you and Xiao Cuo, let's not be separated again."

Her words were full of sorrow, even if Leng Jingtian gave her the whole world one day, her life would not be back to the way it was before.A dead person cannot be resurrected; a living person cannot let go...

"Did she say where to go?"

Leng Jingtian hurried back to the villa and asked anxiously.

"No...no. I asked the young mistress, but she didn't answer. "

The servant replied tremblingly, as if he was extremely afraid of Leng Jingtian's blame, "Eldest young master, I'm sorry, I didn't do well..."

"I'll go find him."

After finishing speaking, Leng Jingtian stepped out of the door again.If it were the former Leng Jingtian, how could he forget it like this, according to his temper, if he doesn't allow others to make even the slightest mistake, the servant will definitely be fired.

However, he didn't. Somehow, his attitude and temper were changing.

Leng Jingtian was driving the Lamborghini crazily, his first feeling...Wen Yin must have gone to Xiao Cuo's cemetery, and this intuition became stronger and stronger.

It's just that when he arrived at the cemetery, Wen Yin wasn't there, but there were Xiao Cuo's favorite snacks and comic books on it.

Where the hell is she?Leng Jingtian's heart stalled completely, beating wildly, and the scene of Wen Yin submerged in the pool flashed from time to time in his mind, with a pale face, without any struggle, as if quietly waiting for death...

"Little Cuo, you must let Daddy find Mommy." His voice was filled with deep sorrow and anxiety, and he gently wiped Xiao Cuo's portrait with his fingers, his heart hurt like a knife, "Xiao Cuo Wrong..." Even the voice calling his name seemed to be filled with countless pains.

"Don't let her have trouble, don't..."

After finishing speaking, Leng Jingtian began to look for her all over the world again, unprecedented uneasiness and fear attacked Leng Jingtian, his eyes were already filled with tears.

There was a light rain in the sky, it was so dark and depressing, and the dark clouds were also rolling in the sky, like a harbinger of a storm.

Leng Jingtian was lost in thought, where would she go?

After coming to Xiaocuo's cemetery, I will go to...

"Could it be that he went to Wen Weihao's cemetery?" It was as if an invisible force was attracting him forward, and he would think of this place unexpectedly.

Thinking of this, Leng Jingtian didn't hesitate for a moment, and the speed of the car became faster, as if he could predict that something would happen to Wen Yin in his heart.

The continuous drizzle finally turned into a torrential rain, and a bean-sized drop of rain fell on Wen Yin's body, and the bone-piercing coolness immediately invaded her body, "Please don't blame me, if there is really an afterlife, Dad I still want to be your daughter, let me repay your kindness of nurturing."

Maybe it's because of the alcohol in her body, or maybe it's because she needs to use alcohol to strengthen her courage and completely end her life, the most important thing is to end her relationship with Leng Jingtian...

With a "bang", the wine bottle was smashed on the hard floor, she picked up the shards of glass, there were hesitation and determination on her cheeks, and countless expressions intertwined on her cheeks, finally, she still scratched her wrist, The sharp pain spread to her body, and the gurgling blood poured out in an instant, but after a while, it was washed by the rain, and the eyes gradually faded...

"Wen Yin..." When Leng Jingtian rushed over, she was completely panicked.

While Wen Yin was in a daze, she vaguely saw the image of Leng Jingtian.

Is this a hallucination that occurred before she died?The corners of Wen Yin's lips were slightly stiff, and there was a trace of laughter.

If she and Leng Jingtian didn't have these resentments between them, would she stay with him without hesitation?Wen Yin's eyes gradually closed, this hypothetical question...she herself didn't have an answer.