How to Seduce A Billionaire

Because of the long holding time, the edges and corners of the photo have wrinkled and the color is yellow. But because of the long time in the wallet, the edge of the photo has left a little imprint in the transparent position.

"Take it out and see what's written on the back?" Lu Ziheng reminded her again.

Song Wenxi pursed his lips and reached out to take the photo out of the transparent interlayer. He turned it over gently and saw a few small words written on the back.

I will wait for you to come back.

The signature date on the back is the day before she left s city.

Song Wenxi's expression froze for a moment, and dense fog rose from her eyes, gradually blurring her vision.

Just a few words, like a silent oath.

Song Wenxi's tears ran down uncontrollably. She choked for a long time before she looked up at him: "since I have to wait for my return, why did you ignore me in those three months?"

Lu Ziheng got up and sat down next to her and held her in his arms: "that was the three months I most regret. At that time, my grandfather knew that you were back in s city for the first time. He first warned me, then he found a private detective to keep an eye on your whereabouts. At that time, Zhao Shu, the Butler, told me that grandpa was not in good health, and that the hospital was full of his eyeliner. If we hurt grandfather together, that's not what I want to see. Moreover, "Lu Ziheng stopped for a moment, raised his hand and gently wiped the tears on her face:" I want to see if the girl I've loved for so many years still loves me as much as before? I admit that I'm a bit selfish, and I don't believe in you or myself. I'm sorry, Xi Xi. I'm sorry. Forgive me, will you? "

"You bastard! You bastard... " Song Wenxi raised his hand and thumped on his chest, and tears burst down the bank.

Lu Ziheng held her tightly in his arms and kept kissing her hair: "sorry, Xi Xi, I was wrong Sorry, I'm really wrong... "

He couldn't make up for those three months.

But he had enough time to accompany her on the next road.

"You bastard You asshole... "

During this period of torture, song Wenxi's mood could no longer be controlled. She hugged Lu Ziheng and burst into tears.

What is the real heart like ashes, heart like water? All this was just an excuse to get rid of him.

Lu Ziheng hugged her tightly in her arms. Although she scolded herself, he knew that she must have accepted herself.

The next road, just need him to accompany her.

Mr. Lu will never let his grandson go on a road of no return. His relationship with the Song family is doomed to make him and song Wenxi unable to get together.

But even if he told Su Xiangying face to face, he still had no bottom in his heart.

If Su Xiangying was selfish and didn't tell Lu Ziheng, it was his grandson who was hurt in the end.

Once that kind of mistake is made, it will last a lifetime.

So while telling Su Xiangying, he also made his own plans. He sent people to the United States to find Lu Ziheng's whereabouts.

Compared with finding song Wenxi, this is a relatively easy thing.

Because as long as you find the strategist, you can follow suit and find Lu Ziheng.

Of course, ordinary domestic private detectives can't do this.

So this time, he used some foreign relations and spent a lot of money to find song Wenxi and her parents.

When Lu Ziheng found the small village where song Wenxi's family lived, the people sent by him also appeared on the land. However, according to his orders, they did not disturb them.

After learning that song Wenxi's parents had left, Mr. Lu asked people to follow song Wenxi's parents back to their home in the United States.

The Song family has been here for more than ten years, but their residence has not changed.

Song Zhiyong and his wife returned home. During this period of time, they were both physically and mentally exhausted.

Now finally back home, two people's nerves seem to relax a lot.

When I got home, it was already three or four o'clock in the afternoon.

After a simple meal in the restaurant, the couple rushed home to have a good rest.

But when they walked into the living room, they were frightened by the scene in front of them.

There was a man in black on the sofa, and one was standing by the window.

Two people, one is Chinese, the other is an American. The Americans are tall and strong, and they look like mercenaries. Song Zhiyong subconsciously protects his wife behind him.

He thought there was a robbery at home.

"You What are you doing Song Zhiyong looked at the two men nervously, and backed away as he said.

The man in the sofa looked at him with a faint smile: "Mr. Song, don't be nervous. We are sent by Master Lu."

"Mr. Lu?" Song Zhiyong was a little surprised by this address, but he immediately understood what was going on: "what does he want to do? Do you want to kill people? "The man in the sofa laughed and said, "Mr. Song, Mr. Lu is not so unreasonable. He asked us to come here just to tell Mr. Song and his wife the truth."

Song Zhiyong listened to him, patted his wife's hand, went to the opposite sofa and sat down.

"The truth? What is the truth? "

Pan Xiaoyu also stares at him tightly.

The man in the sofa was silent for a moment. He looked at him and said in a deep voice, "do you know why Master Lu would rather have his grandson die than be with Miss Song?"

"Well, isn't he cruel? Do we have to put the account of the old lady's death on our song family? That's a frame up, a blatant one

The man nodded without hesitation: "it's really a frame up! The old man knows everything from the beginning to the end. "

Pan Xiaoyu was angry by his words: "knowing clearly that it is a frame up, why does he still do this? Why is he? "

"I'm here today to tell you the truth."

"Song Zhiyong quickly stared at him and said," he said! Why on earth? "

"In fact, the reason is very simple. Master Lu Ziheng is related to you by blood. He and Miss Song Wenxi are cousins. They can't love each other, let alone be together."

"Nonsense! impossible! It's absolutely impossible! " Song Zhiyong patted a tea table, did not believe what this man said.

The man looked at the excited song Zhiyong and waved his hand: "Mr. Song, calm down, please listen to me slowly. If you still don't believe it after listening, there is nothing I can do. Is that all right? "

Song Zhiyong tried to suppress his anger, looking at him in a cold voice: "OK, you say."

"Mr. Lu, his wife and Mr. Song, your father grew up in childhood. You should be very clear about this?"

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