The president's beloved dumb wife

The man frowned: "your master should also have some power. How could someone else take away the green plum foot horse?"

Zeng Yong Gulu Gulu poured several mouthfuls of wine: "what's difficult? Of course, the other party was more powerful than him. At that time, the house owner had not ascended this position. His power was limited, and there was still a certain gap with the other party."

"I've always been with the owner and see his feelings for his sweetheart very clearly."

Zeng Yong put the glass dropped from his hand on the table, called the waiter to order another glass of wine, leaned back on the sofa, and suddenly began to talk about which kind of wine was the best to drink.

Xiao Dingcheng listened anxiously and wanted to ask in person. Obviously, the man heard the story. He answered vaguely and said, "what kind of wine is good to drink? We can talk about it in detail later. You haven't finished what you just said. Later, how did your master's Qingmei get married?"

"I don't know very well. I know that the owner's sweetheart is doing well in the eyes of others, but I should still miss the owner."

"The owner hasn't married. He doesn't care about many excellent women. He just thinks of his childhood friends..."

"In this way, after many years, the owner spent a lot of energy and finally transferred people and gods unconsciously, so that others thought that the owner's sweetheart was dead."

Xiao Dingcheng was shocked. He couldn't believe it and looked at Zeng Yong. The doubt on his face was not hidden.

Fortunately, the lights in the bar were dim, and no one paid attention to his facial expression.

Xiao Dingcheng could not help but move closer to Zeng Yong and wanted to hear his words more clearly in this noisy environment.

"... now the owner and his wife live happily and have a common son. The previous things are far away from them."

The man patted his thigh with joy in his voice: "that's right. Two people who really love each other should be together. Those who marry and plunder deserve to lose."

"No, that's what it's called..." Zeng Yong raised his index finger and shook left and right. His brain didn't think of the sentence he wanted to say because of alcohol paralysis.

The man sitting next to him didn't drink much wine and was very sober. Seeing this, he guessed reasonably: "a lover will get married?"

"Yes, yes, that is, lovers get married..."

Zeng Yong once again gave a loud hiccup of wine and muttered why the wine had not been served. Then he was deliberately guided by his friends and forgot the wine for a short time.

Xiao Dingcheng sat aside for more than an hour, waiting for the man to hold the drunken Zeng Yong to leave. Just now, he slowly stood up and looked at their backs, looking dark and inexplicable.

He stood there for a moment, sat down at the bar and asked for a glass of wine.

After drinking the wine, Xiao Dingcheng refused a chat-up from a mature woman and walked out of the bar.

It's getting late. There are even more people outside the bar than the one who came out before.

Xiao Dingcheng walked to the car parked on the roadside, sat in the back seat and asked the driver to drive away.

Along the way, Xiao Dingcheng said what Zeng Yong had said before.

What Zeng Yong said seems to match the deeds of his great aunt.

Without rhyme or reason, Xiao Dingcheng as like as two peas in the past, he would never forget it again. But before that, he saw the same woman who was born with the great uncle.

If that woman was really his great aunt who should have died

Xiao Dingcheng's breath involuntarily became a little heavy, and his heart filled with shock and ecstasy.

If the woman I saw that day was really the big aunt, it would prove that the big aunt didn't die at all, but was rescued by her bamboo horse and had a common child!

Xiao Dingcheng thought of Xiao dingxun's concern for his great aunt, and a radian came up in the corners of his mouth.

If all this is true, Xiao dingxun's retribution will come soon.

Most people have expectations for their mother. If Xiao dingxun knew that his mother was not dead, but also anonymously with other men and gave birth to a son

Xiao Dingcheng suddenly laughed a few times, which made the driver sitting in the front row look at him through the rearview mirror. Was it drunk?

If it had been in the past, Xiao Dingcheng would have thought that the driver's remark meant a bit of ridicule, but today he is very happy and won't care so much.

Xiao Dingcheng began to imagine in his mind what Xiao dingxun would look like when he knew the truth. The man who had always been high above and held in the palm of his hand by the old man.

Hearing this at first sight, Xiao dingxun must be very sad, right?

Will that beautiful face leave painful tears?

I feel comfortable when I think about it.

With this exciting idea, the car stopped where Xiao Dingcheng now lives.

Back in the room, Xiao Dingcheng couldn't wait to dial a phone: "I have something I need you to check for me. Check it as soon as possible. Money is not a problem, as long as you are fast enough."

The people over there didn't know what to say. Xiao Dingcheng told the opposite side of the matter that was going to be investigated. After getting a certain deadline, he nodded with satisfaction: "I'm quite satisfied with your speed. I'm still satisfied with the previous sentence. Money is not a problem."

After a few more words, they hung up.

Xiao Dingcheng was in a good mood. He threw his cell phone on the bed, touched his hair and smelled the smell of wine. He was going to take a bath in the bathroom. The cell phone rang. It was Zhou Qingqing.

He picked up the phone and talked with his fiancee for nearly an hour. He didn't hang up until his mobile phone was almost dead.

When Xiao Dingcheng put away his mobile phone, he suddenly remembered something. He went to his desk, turned on the computer and called out a document.

A few photos of Xiao dingxun are stored in the document. Xiao Dingcheng points out one of the clearest.

Obviously, it can be seen from the photo that it is a candid shot. There is half of Xiao dingxun's side face. He is looking at the stride ahead. There is no expression on his face, but one can see his momentum through the photo.

The spirited Xiao dingxun in the photo made Xiao Dingcheng gnash his teeth with hate: "wait, if those things are true, I want to see you, a man who used to be superior. If you show a fragile side, it's best to cry bitterly."

Xiao Dingcheng depicts Xiao dingxun crying in his mind. He is very comfortable and turns off the photos on the screen.

……

In the twinkling of an eye, at the end of August, the weather was still as hot as before.

Fortunately, there was a heavy rain last night, and it was more comfortable to get up in the morning.

Xiao Dingcheng slept until dawn as before. Her cell phone rang. She closed her eyes and touched it. When she saw the name above, she sat up.