"Little girl," his new girlfriend's voice came next, "Sister, I will teach you one thing. A good girl cannot let men stay at her home in the middle of the night."
"I'm not a man," Ziyin retorted to her in a confused but serious tone, "I asked Zi to go with my brother."
Fu Yuan'er couldn't help but laugh out loud. What she meant was that brother Zitong was not a man.
Fu Yuan'er quickly covered her mouth and left quickly.
It would be embarrassing if you were caught laughing at someone else.
When she got home, she had no choice but to cancel her bath plan, just take a shower and go to bed.
It was almost two or three in the morning. She must have been very tired and fell asleep on the pillow, but she stared at the ceiling with her eyes wide open.
What came to mind was the appearance of Cheng Zitong's new girlfriend.
That woman looked different from the women she had seen before and the women around him.
There is a special temperament.
Especially when she was in the late night snack shop just now, she just walked in and with a calm word, the gangsters quickly retreated.
This is enough to show that she is not an ordinary woman.
Wait, she doesn't care who this woman is.
The question is, why are those gangsters looking for Zi Yin?
She didn't believe that Ziyin really asked her to change the last digit of her bank card...
Could this matter have something to do with Ziqing...
She thought wildly for a while and didn't know when she fell asleep.
It was already dawn when she woke up again. She turned her neck and was surprised to find someone sleeping next to her.
Cheng Zitong.
When did he come back?
He came back last night!
At this time, he also woke up, opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, then got up and walked towards the bathroom.
He didn't even look at her the whole time.
Not to mention taking a glance, not even a sideways glance.
Fu Yuan'er felt something was wrong, but she didn't know what to say. Could she ask him why he didn't look at her and ignore her?
He turned a blind eye to her, wasn't she just enjoying herself?
At this time, someone knocked on the door outside.
She wrapped herself in her coat and went to open the door. The housekeeper came and said that in half an hour, Murong Jue would let them go downstairs for breakfast.
Seeing the serious look on the housekeeper's face, she guessed that this breakfast was not simple.
After the housekeeper left, she said to Cheng Zitong, who came out of the shower: "The old lady's breakfast will definitely be a game later."
Cheng Zitong changed his clothes and said nothing.
She could only walk to the door of the cloakroom and said: "Cheng Zitong... oh my god..."
She quickly covered her eyes and turned away.
The cloakroom has no door or curtain, so why did he take off his pajamas and change here.
"What?" he asked quietly, not feeling embarrassed at all about what he was doing.
Fu Yuan'er also felt that she was serious, why should she be embarrassed?
If he dares to take off his clothes, wouldn't she dare to look at him?
She bit her lip and turned back, only to see that he had already changed his clothes.
"I said...the old lady asked us to go downstairs for breakfast. She must have an explanation for this matter." She pointed to the scar on her head.
Cheng Zitong walked up to her. Her height was almost as high as his shoulders, and he could see the scars in her hair at a glance.
His eyes flashed slightly, and his body swayed slightly...
For a moment, she felt strongly that he wanted to hug her, but he just walked past her.
"There should be an explanation." He opened the door and went downstairs.
Fu Yuan'er was very curious about what Murong Jue would say, so she quickly washed herself and went downstairs.
In the restaurant, the Cheng family
They're probably all here.
Cheng Yiming was also there, sitting next to the old lady, with a calm expression on his face.
"Yuan'er, are you feeling better?" Murong Jue asked with concern.
Fu Yuan'er nodded and sat down next to Cheng Zitong.
The butler began to serve breakfast to everyone. Today's breakfast was mainly pasta, and everything was beautifully cooked.
Murong Jue spoke: "Do you still remember these noodles?"
No one at the table answered.
Fu Yuan'er really doesn't know.
Murong Jue sneered: "You are very forgetful. Ten years ago, the Yun Damiang noodle brand belonged to the Cheng family."
Fu Yuan'er was stunned by the word Yun Damiang. You can see such a noodle shop downstairs in every large community in City A.
She had heard someone mention that there were at least 500 stores across the country, and all of them were directly operated stores.
Although the store is small, it can't handle a lot. You can call it a cash cow.
"At that time, you were fighting openly and secretly. Everyone wanted to take this brand as their own, and the trouble was out of control. In the end, we had no choice but to sell the brand!"
Murong Jue was very sad, "What do you mean now? Which piece of the Cheng family's business do you want to give up to others?"
The whole restaurant was silent, no one dared to answer the question.
If you answer the question at this time, wouldn’t that be hitting the muzzle of a gun?
Fu Yuan'er looked at Cheng Yiming and was immediately furious. He seemed to be fine.
Doesn’t he know why Ziqing hit her?
"Yiming," Murong Jue spoke at this time, "do you know the woman who injured Yuan'er?"
Before Cheng Yiming could speak, his father Cheng Wanli spoke first, "Grandma, I asked Yiming, he is completely unaware of this matter!"
Murong Jue glanced sideways at Cheng Wanli, "I'm talking to Yi Ming, do you want you to talk more?"
This look of hers was really cold and radiant, with thousands of arrows shooting out. How many storms and waves must she have gone through to have such a look in her eyes!
Cheng Wanli shut up and stopped talking.
Cheng Yiming slowly took a sip of milk, put it down slowly, and then said: "Grandma, if I say we know each other, do you think it was me who did this?"
"Is that true or not?" Murong Jue asked.
Cheng Yiming smiled: "I do know that woman and have worked with her on projects before, but I know her as a senior intellectual and a genius computer expert. I didn't even expect that she would hurt people with things."
Upon hearing this, Fu Yuan'er couldn't help it.
What do you mean, it wasn't Ziqing who got hurt, it was her who hit her, right?
She was about to refute Cheng Yiming when Cheng Zitong spoke first, "Whether you believe it or not, that woman has been arrested now, and the evidence of hurting others is conclusive."
Fu Yuan'er was stunned.
She said why Ziyin had no one to take care of her. It turned out that Ziqing had been arrested.
Grandpa didn't tell her a word.
Cheng Yiming shrugged: "That's fine, just leave everything to the police for investigation."
"I agree," Cheng Zitong said, "I have submitted all the information about that woman to the police, including her dealings with Fu Yuan'er. I believe that no one who should be responsible for this matter can escape."
He stared at Cheng Yiming coldly, saying this just for Cheng Yiming.
Cheng Yiming stood up and took several deep breaths, probably to suppress his anger.
"Okay, let's wait for the investigation results." After saying that, he turned and left.
The atmosphere in the restaurant was tense.
"Zitong," Cheng Liming said seriously, "the matter is not clear yet, so don't be so aggressive."
With a "bang" sound, Cheng Zitong placed the cup in his hand heavily on the table, "I police
Let me tell you, if she gets hurt again, I won’t let anyone go."
After saying that, he grabbed Fu Yuan'er's hand and took her out of the restaurant.
Fu Yuan'er didn't react for a long time, until he led him out of the villa, and the wind carrying the fragrance of flowers blew from the garden.
"Cheng Zitong..." She looked at his tense profile and called out softly.
He stopped and let go of her hand, but did not turn to look at her.
It can be seen that he is quite angry.
"Cheng Zitong, you just challenged them, can we still stay here in the future?" she asked.
His "big goal" of acquiring 60% of the Cheng family's shares has not been realized yet.
"This is part of the strategy." He replied quietly.
Strategy?
Fu Yuan'er pursed her lips. Fortunately, she was still a little touched just now...
"What should we do now?" she asked.
"They all know that it was Cheng Yiming who did it. Since I insist on pursuing it, they will definitely take their own measures." Then we can see each of their cards.
It turns out that this is really a strategy, and this method is not bad at all.
But why did she feel a little lost in her heart...it must be an illusion.
"I understand." She nodded, and then just waited quietly for them to take action.
When Cheng Yiming and Cheng Zi fight, they always have to choose a side.
Cheng Zitong walked toward the garage.
"Hey," Fu Yuan'er chased after her, "I haven't finished speaking yet."
He kept walking, so she could only chase him in small steps, while saying, "Did Ziqing really get caught? Why didn't I know at all?"
She was in the hospital for several days, and her uncle in uniform never came to ask her questions.
What's more, she only received more than a dozen stitches, and even her mother disliked her. How could Ziqing be arrested?
"You don't have to worry about these things." Cheng Zitong had already walked to the car. "As for Ziyin, don't go there again."
"Why?" She didn't understand.
What she didn't tell Cheng Zitong was that she was also planning to check out the gangsters last night.
He turned around to see her coming. From yesterday to now, he really took a serious look at her now.
"Fu Yuan'er, it's not enough for you to have a head injury, you still want to provoke Cheng Yiming?" His eyes were sharp.
Her heart pounded, wondering how he had seen through it, and was her plan so obvious...
"Are you just shrinking because of your head injury? That's not my style." She simply said it clearly.
Cheng Zitong suddenly became a little annoyed, "You..."
He seemed to want to scold her, but in the face of her firmness, his scolding was of no use.
He stopped talking, started the car and left.
Fu Yuan'er pursed her lips at the shadow of his car.
He is allowed to keep an eye on the Cheng family's shares, but she is not allowed to pursue them.
She walked back slowly, and when she entered the living room, she was greeted by the housekeeper.
"The old lady is on the terrace, please come over," the housekeeper said.
Only then did she see that everyone in the restaurant had dispersed.
She followed the housekeeper to the terrace and said, "Butler, grandma must be very angry."
The housekeeper shook his head, "The old lady has never seen anything before. She has long been used to it."
She walked into the terrace, and Murong Jue waved to her and motioned for her to sit down next to him.
"Can I drink coffee?" Murong Jue asked.
She thought of Yan Yan's nervous look yesterday. In order to live up to Yan Yan's concern, she had better stop eating.
Murong Jue laughed, "Why, Zitong told you not to eat randomly, but you really don't eat anything."
