Chapter two hundred and sixty eight plausible words
"I……"
Zhao Changyuan also hurriedly approached her and begged: "You know where she is, right? You know, tell me quickly, I beg you..."
"Chai... woodshed..." Gong Yueyue had no choice but to be surrounded by two handsome guys, one speaking plausibly and the other pleading hard... Even the iron will cannot withstand this test.
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But when everyone rushed into the woodshed, they found that it was empty, not even a mouse could be seen.
Du Ruotong, who was following at the end, walked in and was immediately dumbfounded: "You were here just now? How could you disappear?"
Zhao Changyuan was too anxious to think calmly. The evil young man discovered the leftovers on the ground and said to the people behind him: "It seems that we just left not long ago, keep looking."
The entire Pan's house was brightly lit at the moment, and Gong Yueyue was following Pan Zhuqing, walking through halls and alleys, pushing open the numerous screens and secret passage doors, and walking into the deepest part of the mansion.
"I didn't expect that there is such a unique place in your house." She couldn't help but admire the simple and exquisite furnishings and books on the walls of the house in front of her.
"No one knows about this secret room except me, and I discovered it accidentally." At this point, Pan Zhuqing raised his long eyebrows and asked lightly: "But I am still curious, why are you hiding from him?"
She lowered her head and said nothing except sighing.
He curled his lips and said, "If you don't want to say it, don't force it. I'm just curious and don't necessarily know."
Gong Yueyue smiled bitterly, and then asked him with a smile: "Is it because of Yun'er that you help me so much?"
"You are friends. I guess if she were here, she would definitely want to help you. If there is nothing else, I will go out first." After saying that, he turned around and pushed the door open.
The smile on the face of the person left behind suddenly cooled down the moment the door closed.
Zhao Changyuan was not in the mood to play tricks with him, so he resisted the urge to reach out and strangle the other person to death, and asked in a cold voice: "Stop pretending? Where is my wife?"
Pan Zhuqing still had a smile on his face: "What a joke, how would I know where your wife is? You come to me again and again to ask for someone, don't you think it's inappropriate?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Pan Jingyuan walked out from behind Zhao Changyuan, pulled Pan Zhuqing aside and said, "Brother, Mrs. Zhao did come to the house. I also asked the guards guarding the door just now, but no one saw her go out. She must still be at the house."
Not to mention Zhao Changyuan's suspicion that Gong Yueyue's disappearance was related to Pan Zhuqing, it was hard for even the evil young man not to think so.
Pan Zhuqing snorted coldly, adjusted his sleeves, and said casually: "In that case, you can find it slowly. I won't stop you, but I won't accompany you either."
Even though Pan Zhuqing had been torn into pieces in his heart, there was no evidence to prove that his wife's disappearance was related to him. Zhao Changyuan could only watch as he gradually disappeared from his sight.
The evil young man looked at Zhao Changyuan's expression and found that the hatred in the other person's eyes was stronger than he had ever seen before. He could only imagine that this jealous man was just jealous and worried about his wife, but he would never have guessed that the relationship between Zhao Changyuan and Pan Zhuqing was actually
The blade of life-and-death hatred has been spread.
Du Ruotong followed the two of them with his belly still full. The evil young man couldn't bear the overwork of his wife, so he walked up to her and said softly: "Madam, why don't you go to bed first."
Du Ruotong nodded meekly and was about to walk away when Zhao Changyuan took a few steps forward to stop her: "Ruotong... my wife, have I told you anything?"
She thought about it for a while, and she couldn't bear the anxiety on Zhao Changyuan's face, so she had to tell him honestly: "Well...she came very late and didn't have time to say anything to me. Just let me give it to her."
Find a place to hide...well...and...you can't tell anyone her whereabouts...especially...especially you."
It's okay not to say it, but when he said this, the belief that Zhao Changyuan had been holding on to in his heart instantly shattered into pieces. "In other words, she did avoid me on purpose?"
Du Ruotong lowered his head, not knowing how to answer.
Zhao Changyuan closed his eyes in pain, and then punched the pillar next to him: "Why...what on earth are you doing?"
Even though the evil young man was very eloquent, he didn't know how to comfort him at this moment. He could only sigh softly and then asked his wife: "How do you think she is feeling?"
Du Ruotong bit her lip and replied in a low voice: "It's not good, and it's very bad. I saw that when she mentioned the jealousy jar, there were tears in her eyes."
After hearing this, the evil young man smiled helplessly, patted her shoulder and said, "Okay, go back to your room and rest."
Du Ruotong left slowly with a puffy stomach. Only Zhao Changyuan, who was shaking with anger, and Pan Jingyuan, who was helpless, were left in the corridor.
After being silent for a long time, the evil young man also thought about it for a long time, and then softly said a more tenable comfort: "Don't get angry in a hurry. Wait until you find her and listen to what she has to say. If there is no legitimate reason, feel free to peel off the skin and cramps."
You can cut it into pieces and feed it to the fish. Now you can at least be sure that she is not in danger, right?"
Sure enough, upon hearing this, Zhao Changyuan's tense back slowly relaxed. He turned his head for a while, the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, and said helplessly: "You are right, at least she is safe."
No matter how busy people outside the window were, Pan Zhuqing had a good sleep. When he walked out of the house neatly dressed and refreshed, he still encountered many "explorers" who were persevering with dark circles under their eyes.
Mo Yu came over and put the drying cloak on him, and whispered softly: "The eldest young master, the second young master and General Zhao seem to have been searching all night."
Pan Zhuqing curled up a sneer at the corner of his mouth and said to himself: "In the face of a powerful enemy, his performance as the commander-in-chief of the armed forces is really good." In his opinion, fighting to the death for a woman is already worthless enough, and now adding to it
Going to waste the war, neglecting his duties and leaving his post... Fortunately, having such an enemy is really not a bad thing.
After breakfast, Pan Zhuqing walked to the gate alone in a good mood. After what happened last night, his depression about Xue Jiu being punished with a cane in the army was mostly gone. But even if the drama at home kept him interested,
An Ran, the class manager still deserves it.
As the saying goes, enemies meet on a narrow road. Before they even walked out of the gate, they met the pale-faced Zhao Changyuan in the courtyard. "Have you found your lady yet?" He approached the other party with a smile, but the other party's indifference and rudeness made him feel sad.
Instantly, the desire to add fuel to the fire was ignited: "Actually, have you ever thought that she might not want to see you at all?"
Zhao Changyuan still chose to remain silent, with blank eyes and a dull expression, showing his contempt for Pan Zhuqing with his confused and dull pupils.
But Pan Zhuqing didn't care at all and kept talking to himself: "It's human nature to say that you are so busy and haven't been with her for a long time. Instead, you let Fang Zhiwen accompany you day and night. You are generous, but women always
It’s about feelings, isn’t it?”
At this moment, the evil young man was rushing over with a bag of siomai buns. Hearing what his elder brother said, he immediately took a breath and broke into a cold sweat. The boss of the Pan family was using his own life to
Sowing discord! If the pretty boy doesn't get angry and hit someone this time, he will really be worthy of his title of "the most jealous person in the world".
The thrilling and tense time always passed very long. In fact, it only lasted less than half a second, but in the bad boy's senses, almost a long century had passed. But what he was waiting for was not Zhao Changyuan's love for Pan Zhuqing.
Raising a fist like a sandbag, or an angry curse, but an extremely cold but extremely lethal taunt: "It seems that Master Pan understands women very well. Then why are you still alone now?"
As soon as he said this, there was an extremely slight abnormal sound coming from somewhere in the corner. Because the sound was short and too soft, the three men in the courtyard did not take it seriously. If you identify it carefully, you will find this abnormal sound.
It was very much like a laugh that was suppressed in time.
But Zhao Changyuan's sarcasm really made Pan Zhuqing feel bad. His face was filled with all kinds of colors for a moment, but he couldn't refute even a single word.
The pretty boy still looked ahead with his hands behind his back and his chin raised in an arrogant manner. Although he usually didn't like to talk nonsense, he was definitely not a talkative person. When it came to talking, his coach was Gong Yueyue, and he was also beaten during the fight.
Enemies, big and small, have insulted them hundreds of times in various dialects and from various perspectives. Although he disdains it, at least he understands the rules that should be followed during a quarrel. It's just like fighting, where the other party is weak and fragile.
Just greet him wherever he goes. There are not many tricks, but precision and ruthlessness.
The two male actors suddenly changed from a palace fight drama to a staring pantomime. The audience, Mr. Pan, couldn't hold it in any longer. He walked up and said in a dumbfounded voice: "I said... you two grown men... it's too much."
Isn't it too funny?" This scene reminded him of the scenes he had seen when he was a delinquent and his wives competing for favor.
At this time, Pan Zhuqing also realized that this situation was really ugly. He, Zhao Changyuan, had trampled on his own face many times since they got married, and he had already broken the pot, but he, Pan Zhuqing, was a few years older than him.
Years old, after all, I am still a person who wants to FACE... "That's right, I'm sorry."
It wasn't until Pan Zhuqing walked further and further, stepped out of the gate, and got on the carriage that Zhao Changyuan's stiff neck relaxed a little. Every time he saw Pan Zhuqing, he would use all his strength to restrain the urge to kill him. His hatred
It's very strong, but his sense is still there. He will never ruin the future of himself and his family just for the sake of temporary pleasure.
Young Master Pan had already come to him and handed him the siomai buns in his hand: "Hey, let's eat something first."
"I'm not hungry." Gong Yueyue and Pan Zhuqing, the two swords combined made him angry. How could he still think about eating? (To be continued)