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Chapter 73 The Stepmother's Conspiracy

"The world laughed at me for being crazy, and I laughed at the world's inability to see through. I remember the tombs of heroes in Wuling, where there was no wine and no flowers to hoe the fields." As soon as the video was cut off, Niutou sent Qin Feng a line of poetry.

Qin Feng was stunned for a moment and thought: "Isn't this a song?"

"I think Tang Bohu cheated countless beauties and wine in the underworld with four lines of poems, and he has not yet become the number one talented person in the south of the Yangtze River. Hmph, I really relieved my anger today."

"Is this his poem?"

"you do not say."

Niutou can be as happy as he wants, and now he is very happy. The three-day celebration has made a good start, and the next two days will definitely be prosperous.

It feels so good to be appreciated.

"Did he compose poems in the underworld?"

Qin Feng thought that if Tang Bohu wrote poetry in the underworld, it would definitely become a masterpiece in modern times.

At that time, the original author's signature will be Qin Feng.

When the time comes, manuscript invitation letters will be flying all over the sky, award certificates will be hung all over the walls, a large group of old scholars will be revered as gods, and a large group of elementary school girls will chase after class...

"No."

Niutou directly replied two words to him.

"Okay." Qin Feng replied helplessly.

Suddenly he thought of something again and asked, "What's the name of that thing you heard me talking about just now?"

"You mean the sound transmission stone?"

"Correct."

"I bought it from a dominatrix, and you want me to send you one."

After speaking, Niutou sent Qin Feng a red envelope.

receive.

Qin Feng clicked on the treasure chest, and there was a small black stone lying in it. Looking at the description, the content showed: Listen to a faint voice as you like.

"Isn't this a Bluetooth headset?"

"wrong."

Qin Feng thought about the function of the sound transmission stone, but quickly dispelled his naive thoughts.

Listen to a faint sound at will, which means that this sound can have a long range and unlimited frequency.

Undoubtedly, there is an extra pair of clairvoyance.

"Boss. The sound transmission stone can hear the wind and grass within 100 meters. You can put it in any ear. King Qin Guang told me to go first."

Niu sent a bunch of information, which just confirmed Qin Feng's conjecture.

So he did not hesitate to try the effect of the sound transmission stone.

Click to extract, and when you hold it in your hand, there is a black lump the size of a soybean, and you can't feel the weight at all when you put it in your ear.

"Listen if Zhang Ziyi is back."

Qin Feng thought that Zhang Ziyi, who was going to study in another school, lived opposite his house, but he stretched out his ears to listen, but there was no sound.

"wrong!"

Suddenly Qin Feng heard a small voice, one said to repair the car, it seemed to be the driver; the other said to ask Ziyi to find him, it seemed to be a young woman.

"He" should be Zhang Ziyi's father.

The point is the content. After hearing it, Qin Feng immediately sat up from the bed with a jolt.

"Hello, Ziyi, where are you?"

"Qin Feng. I'm in a taxi, ready to go home, what's wrong?"

"Come to my house now, and I'll tell you something."

"Can I come back to you? I have something very important at home, so I have to go back first."

"I know about you, come to my house first and then talk about it."

It took a lot of effort to talk to Zhang Ziyi, and Qin Feng was willing to hang up the phone when she promised to come to him first.

She was kind enough to help her, but she wasn't happy anymore.

Qin Feng, who had taken off his clothes to practice, had no choice but to put on his clothes and walk out of the villa.

"Is what you said true?"

Under the big osmanthus tree in the luxury villa area, sweet osmanthus was fragrant. Zhang Ziyi was wearing a windbreaker and fluttering in the wind.

"Believe me, I'm right, when the time comes..."

"Uh-huh."

After listening to Qin Feng's words, Zhang Ziyi nodded obediently.

In a luxurious villa, a young woman dressed in expensive clothes and with an enchanting physique is sitting on a leather sofa, drinking a cup of Blue Mountain coffee with thin pink lips, and her shallow smile is beyond sight.

Her name is Yang Shanshan, and she is Zhang Ziyi's stepmother.

"Aunt Shanshan, I'm back."

"You are finally back, Ziyi, your father..."

"Aunt Shanshan, why are you crying?"

"Go, hurry, if you don't go to your father, I'm afraid you won't see him for the last time."

Yang Shanshan cried when she saw Zhang Ziyi.

She wiped her tears, scratched her hair with her hands, and was heartbroken.

"What happened to my dad?"

"He He……"

"Aunt Shanshan, tell me, what happened to my dad?"

"He's in the provincial hospital, go see him quickly. I..."

Yang Shanshan was so choked up that she couldn't speak.

Zhang Ziyi had no choice but to call Zhang's father again, but the result was still dialed after a few clicks: "The phone you dialed has been turned off."

How could it be shut down?

Dad Zhang is a businessman, and there are several spare mobile phones in the car, and the phones will never be turned off at any time.

Now that the number couldn't be reached, Zhang Ziyi immediately became flustered. She thought that Dad Zhang would not be in any danger.

"Ziyi, hurry up. Your father will probably..."

"Aunt Yang, sit down first, I'm going."

Zhang Ziyi couldn't bear to think too much, and immediately trotted to the underground garage, got into her red BMW and galloped towards the main road.

"Go, be careful."

Yang Shanshan shouted remindingly.

But as soon as Zhang Ziyi walked away, her face like a peach blossom was immediately enveloped in a layer of mist, a treacherous smile filled her cheeks, and her tears stopped.

"Without the brakes, you drive fast and die fast."

She took her mobile phone and made a call in a very hazy manner.

"Hey!"

Yang Shanshan said to the phone: "She has already left, hurry up on your side."

"it is good."

On the other end of the phone, a man in his 40s put his cell phone in his pocket and rang another cell phone.

The phone buzzed to reveal a half-bitten apple, and the screen lit up.

He slowly raised his eyes to look forward.

This is a huge open-air swimming pool. The blue water reflects the white round table by the pool. The light white clouds in the sky sprinkled in the water with bursts of fragrance. I don't know.

A piece of green grass and the edge of the field are inlaid, which looks very luxurious and noble.

"Mr. Zhang, Madam is calling you."

The man held his mobile phone and yelled at Dad Zhang.

"Shanshan!"

Father Zhang swam to the shore, picked up the mobile phone that the man handed over and said, "What?"

"You wait, I'll be right back."

Dad Zhang put his phone on the ground, didn't even wipe off the water stains on his body, and hurriedly got up and walked outside the white iron gate of the swimming pool.

"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Fang borrowed your car just now. You are swimming happily, so I didn't bother you."

The man blamed himself.

"Mr. Zhang asked me to borrow a car?"

Father Zhang was puzzled for a moment, Boss Fang had no more beautiful cars than him, yet he even asked him to borrow them.

"There's a taxi here, Mr. Zhang, please."

But things are too urgent.

The man hailed a taxi, and Dad Zhang got in without delay.

Sitting in the car, Zhang's father was overwhelmed thinking: "Ziyi, why can't you understand Dad, you have to make it difficult for me."

(End of this chapter)