She thought about the meaning behind his words, "Actually, you have already decided in your heart that Ziyin killed your mother?"
Is she the only one who thinks so?
Didn't he think so?
Was his defense of Zi Yin an act or was it genuine... She stopped her thoughts in time and could not go any further.
She said she would believe him, but this was just the beginning, how could she slap herself in the face?
Cheng Zitong glanced at the rearview mirror, and there was a cold look on her silent face.
"Of course, I have the same idea as you," he continued, "but I have no evidence, so I can only call the police on the grounds that she snooped on my private information."
After much deliberation, he concluded that for someone like Ziyin, only the police's territory was the most suitable for her.
He originally wanted to do some tricks to let Ziyin stay in there longer, but things always develop in directions you never expected. For example, the person who rescued Ziyin turned out to be Fu Yuan'er.
Hearing this, Fu Yuan'er was slightly stunned, and the stone weighing on her heart suddenly disappeared.
How much she cared about this man, with the slightest movement of his lips, her mood would change for good or bad.
"What tricks did you originally want to do?" She was a little curious.
"She has done so many things, and just picking out a few would be enough for her to stay there for a lifetime."
She caught the flash of cold light in his eyes, and her heart trembled.
The things he said were, of course, things Ziyin did for him when he was working for him.
Ziyin must not have expected that Cheng Zitong would use her to work while keeping her handle.
"Do you think I'm cruel?" He curled his lips.
Fu Yuan'er nodded honestly.
But aren't the things Ziyin did evil? He should be more cruel than evil people.
"I didn't do this because she was vicious," Cheng Zitong lowered his face, "She touched something she shouldn't have touched."
Fu Yuan'er probably understood what he was talking about, and it should be his fundamental interests.
Ziyin actually turned to Cheng Yiming, which was indeed intolerable.
"Then did you do what I told you just now?" she asked.
"Why, are you worried that I won't perform well?" A smile appeared in his eyes.
She nodded frankly, "I'm afraid that if you miss a word or don't have the right expression, the quilt will see through."
Cheng Zitong raised his eyebrows: "There's no reward for performing well, so I'm not motivated."
"After your performance, you have a chance to get back what the Cheng family owes you." How can you say there is no reward!
He still disagreed, "That is the ultimate reward, and stage rewards are also indispensable."
Then he added: "Aren't you also a small leader in the newspaper office? Have you never studied the incentive mechanism?"
She couldn't help wiping her sweat. Could she act ignorant and ignorant in front of Cheng Zitong?
Obviously not!
"What stage reward do you want?" she asked.
"I haven't decided yet. I'll tell you tonight." There was a flash of interest in his eyes.
Fu Yuan'er didn't know that the big bad wolf had set a trap for the little white rabbit, and she was thinking about other things.
"Cheng Zitong, tell me, did I perform well just now?" she asked.
Cheng Zitong raised his thick eyebrows to indicate that she had done a good job.
"Then should you also give me stage rewards?"
Cheng Zitong was slightly startled, but then his eyes were full of smiles. He should have thought that with her quirky personality, she would not be led by his nose.
"What reward do you want?" he asked.
She originally wanted to say it with great interest, but suddenly she remembered something and shut up in frustration.
"What?" he asked doubtfully.
"No more talk," she said a little discouraged, "it won't be possible anyway."
When she said this, Cheng Zitong became even more curious, "Unless you want to marry Ji Sendhuo again, I can't think of any wish of yours that I can't fulfill."
"You... are annoying!" Why are you talking about Ji Sendhuo?
"I want to go to the night market with you, can you make it happen?" She said angrily: "Aren't you afraid of being gangsters?"
"Which night market do you want to visit?" he asked.
"You really want to go. You are not afraid of cheating, I am."
But he actually drove the car to the most famous night market in City A.
"I have an anti-spying program on my phone," he told her, "and an anti-tracking program on my car."
Unless Ziyin cracks these programs, he will not know where he is.
But one thing is important. Once she tries to crack it, the program will issue a warning.
Fu Yuan'er heard it very mysteriously, "Where did you go to find another master?"
"Ziyin is indeed very powerful, but he is not insurmountable."
Fu Yuan'er nodded with deep understanding. In the technical field, there is always only higher, not the highest.
When the two arrived at the entrance of the night market, Cheng Zitong paused slightly. The colorful lights flashing in the night market shone in his eyes, reflecting the hesitation in them.
When he goes to a place like the night market, he will find that he is actually a person who likes peace and quiet.
Fu Yuan'er saw it and laughed happily, "President Cheng, don't stay in office buildings and resorts all the time. You should also come down to earth and smoke the fireworks of the world."
Cheng Zitong nodded and took out a mask from his pocket and put it on Fu Yuan'er.
Then put it on yourself too.
"There are many people here, so take precautions against the influenza virus," he said.
"...Brother, I'm here to eat..."
"Buy it, pack it up, and eat it when you get back to the car."
Fu Yuan'er secretly glanced at his serious expression. It didn't look like the elder brother was joking.
However, there are indeed many people at the night market in summer.
They had to watch carefully as they walked, otherwise they would bump into or be bumped into by others... Cheng Zitong was originally holding her hand, but her feet were stepped on twice, so he simply held her in his arms.
Move forward slowly following her footsteps.
It was a bit hot in the summer to be so close together, but she also really felt his care.
"Cheng Zitong, I want to eat this." She stopped in front of the spicy small meatball stall.
"Pack two copies." He turned to the boss and said, taking out his mobile phone to pay.
There are just a lot of people buying small meatballs, so they have to wait in line.
She turned around in his arms, raised her arms and hooked them around his neck, pulling him down. "Are you so kind to everyone who likes you?" she asked.
A flash of interest flashed in his eyes: "Of course, you should be glad that you confessed earlier."
In this way, if Zi Yin, Yu Lingfei, or other women also confessed to him, they would be the ones he is holding in his arms now.
Imagining other women making love to him like this, she felt a little sour in her heart, and the spicy balls suddenly lost their flavor.
"But I have conditions," he then said in her ear, "you quite meet my conditions."
"How to say?"
"In terms of appearance and IQ, you meet my standards."
"Oh." She replied dully.
"Especially the figure." As she said that, her warm palms slid across her slender waistline, full of indescribable meaning.
Fu Yuan'er:......
Are all men like this? Three sentences are inseparable from that.
"Your little meatballs are ready." The stall owner said to the two of them with a smile.
Only then did Fu Yuan'er realize that she was too close to him in public... She blushed and took the bag, turned around and walked forward.
She walked a little faster and accidentally bumped into a man.
"Ouch!" The man cried out in pain, and she stepped on his toe.
Fu Yuan'er quickly backed away and said repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
"How do you walk? You're not long..." The man raised his head angrily, but immediately stopped talking after seeing Fu Yuan'er's appearance clearly.
"Are you okay?" Fu Yuan'er asked with concern.
"It's okay... Oops, I have something to do. You have to take me to the hospital for a check-up..." The man grabbed Fu Yuan'er's arm.
When Fu Yuan'er heard that he had something to do, she didn't care much anymore and nodded immediately, "Okay, I'll take you there."
"This gentleman seems to be seriously injured." Cheng Zitong stepped forward, grabbed the man's wrist, and forcibly removed his hand from Fu Yuan'er's arm.
"I'll call an ambulance." Cheng Zitong continued.
"Who are you?" The man looked at Cheng Zi with disgust.
"I am her husband." Cheng Zitong answered without hesitation.
When the man heard this, his momentum suddenly dropped by half, and a trace of disappointment appeared in his eyes.
"After arriving at the hospital, do a full-body examination," Cheng Zitong continued: "If it hurts the head, treat the head, if it hurts the foot, treat the foot. But if you are not injured, we will sue you for blackmail."
"I... let me feel it." The man immediately moved his "injured foot" and said, "I feel okay. It's okay. You should pay more attention next time."
After saying that, he blended into the crowd and soon disappeared.
Fu Yuan'er understood that he just wanted to blackmail her, but she did step on someone else. The reason why he left was probably because he was frightened by Cheng Zitong.
"Why are you scaring people?" She curled her lips at Cheng Zitong.
Cheng Zitong couldn't help but hesitated for a moment, "Are you really not understanding or are you just pretending to be confused? He wasn't injured at all. He wanted to take advantage of going to the hospital to strike up a conversation with you!"
There was unconcealable annoyance in his tone.
Fu Yuan'er thought he was a bit funny, "If you think I'm pretty and have a good figure, others will think so too."
Isn't it normal for her to be favored by others?
Cheng Zitong couldn't help but put his arms around her shoulders, pressed her into his arms, and quickly walked out of the night market snack street.
"What are you doing? I just bought a small portion of small meatballs." She came all the way here just for a few small meatballs.
He ignored her until he took her to the car and said, "You are tired. Rest in the car. I will buy you anything you want to eat."
"I am not tired."
But she saw him looking at her firmly and seriously, as if if she said "I'm not tired" again, he would find a way to make her tired...
"Are you...are you familiar with night markets? I have to go to several places to get something to eat." She said weakly.
"A night market can't trouble me." Cheng Zitong disagreed.
In this case, she had no choice but to write him a list.
He really went back to the night market to do his shopping. Fu Yuan'er was sitting in the car, eating small meatballs and waiting for him.
However, it was really a common thing for her to be approached by a strange man, so his reaction was a bit big.
A man like him is used to controlling everything, but he wants to control even a man who flirts with his wife. Isn't it a bit unreasonable?
She had to teach him a lesson, so the list included stalls in remote locations.
It is estimated that if she eats the meatballs and then sleeps, he will be tired enough to come back.