A Sweet Marriage Is Worth Billions: Mysterious Young Master Moh’s Cute and Sweet Wife

   That night, the hospital called and notified the Shen family, saying that Shen Ziqian had a nerve problem and ran out of the hospital without where she was going.

  Shen Zhicai loves face, and I heard that if this kind of thing spreads, not only the outside world will have some opinions, but even the Mo family will have opinions! The marriage is only finalized. If there are more moths, what should be done?

   "Report to the police? What kind of police? No matter how big the incident is, the company will be over." Shen Zhicai threw the briefcase to one side, fell to the side with a headache, and touched his temples in pain.

   "What should we do? She is our life. If something happens at night, what shall we do in the future?" Pan Ru lowered his posture and looked at Shen Zhicai anxiously.

He raised his head, looked at Ruoda’s ward, stood up and said, “Not only can the Mo family not know about this matter, but even outsiders can’t notify at all. Only we can look for it by ourselves. My career is controlled by your mother and daughter. It was ruined."

  Pan Ru was blamed and did not dare to say more, even if he hit her that night, she could only hold back her breath. Seeing Shen Zhicai's figure, she followed closely.

  In the early morning, Shen Ziqian was awakened by the sun piercing her eyes, and she rolled over.

   "Ah." She looked at the tombstone in front and stood up screaming loudly. Unexpectedly, she unexpectedly fell into the pit behind her and fell down accidentally.

   With a "plop", something seemed to splash and hit her face.

   "Oh, help." She kept screaming, feeling about to collapse.

  She was clearly in the grave area last night, how could she appear in the chaotic grass, and there is a "xiang" pit?

  Unfortunately, this place is a little far away from the side of the road. She screamed and ignored her. She stretched out her hand and grabbed the side bar, and actually got up.

  The sick clothes on her body were contaminated, especially her sticky hands. As she vomited, she ran toward the roadside, tears rolling down.

   "Ah, what's the situation?"

  At this time, a passerby found her and prepared to take a photo with her mobile phone.

  Shen Ziqian saw the taxi passing her, she ran forward to stop the car, and saw that the taxi seemed to have its own wings, and she passed by with a “shoo”.

   "Mom, this sister smells so bad, did she grow up eating Xiang?" At this moment, a child passed by, pinched his nose, and asked the mother beside him.

   "Don't talk nonsense, go away."

   "You stop for me." Shen Ziqian had suffered such insults. She pointed at the mother and son and yelled, and passers-by took the egg and threw it at her.

  The picture is messy, and the office workers passing by are naturally "weibo masters". The photo was posted on Weibo, and it was quickly reposted frantically.

Shen Zhicai’s assistant naturally pays attention to the news on the Internet. Although he saw the photos, he still called Shen Zhicai although he was puzzled. Then Shen Zhicai and Pan Ru rushed to see Shen Ziqian's appearance, shrinking in the grass on the side of the road, Pan If he fainted on the spot.

   "Shame." Shen Zhicai looked at it, his face turned blue, and looked at Shen Ziqian with a hatred of iron and steel, and then ordered someone to bring water and clothes to clean up Shen Ziqian.

   "This matter, go to investigate." Shen Zhicai said to the assistant, he did not think this was an ordinary accident.

  Shen Ziqian was clearly in the hospital, how could she be thrown to the tomb in the middle of the night, and finally sober, would appear in such a place? This incident was clearly aimed at the Shen family.

   "Shen Dong, is it the miss sleepwalking herself?" the assistant suggested

"Sleepwalking? Impossible. You should investigate immediately. There is also information on the Internet. Blocking me and not allowing this affects future cooperation." Shen Zhicai said with a headache, but he knows the power of the Internet. I am afraid that this matter will be affected. It's difficult to press it down.