Shen Qingliang's birthday party ended abruptly because he was unwell.
The guests left the banquet hall inexplicably.
The affair between Shen Qingliang and Zhou Wenli did not spread.
He Lizhi couldn't afford to lose face like this.
Everyone in the circle knew that she and Jiang Yihe's mistress were best friends. If anyone knew that her best friend actually slept with her husband, people in the circle would only laugh at her.
Fortunately, she had someone destroy the surveillance outside early.
No one will know about this except the person involved and a few of them.
As for that bitch Su Xun, she will definitely not tell anyone. Even if it is to ride the wind, she will keep her mouth shut.
He Lizhi took her husband, who was gradually waking up, to go home first.
When she got in the car, she suddenly remembered that the camera in the lounge had not been returned, and hurried back to the hotel.
When I got to the lounge, I found that the camera was missing!
Who took it?
She was about to check the surveillance camera immediately, but suddenly she remembered that the surveillance camera outside the lounge had been destroyed by her.
Finally, He Lizhi returned to the car in panic.
And before Shen Qingliang, who finally woke up completely, could figure out what was going on, he received a piece of bad news——
The project cooperated by Shen and Yan has failed, and all orders from Yan's side have been lost!
Forgotten by the couple, Shen Chengfeng was still walking back and forth in the hotel looking for someone.
But he couldn't find Jiang Hexun and couldn't get through the phone. He was so anxious that if Jiang Xiaoman hadn't stopped him, he would have almost called the police.
In the end, he could only send Jiang Xiaoman home first, and then he went to Yujun's mansion.
However, without the invitation of the resident, he was stopped outside the gate of Yujun Mansion.
Shen Chengfeng sat on the flower bed next to the security pavilion, looking uneasy.
Xunxun would never be like this, even if she left, she would not leave without saying goodbye.
Something must have happened to her.
In the cold winter night, he huddled in the flower bed and called her over and over again.
The cold wind blew against him, and his whole body was almost frozen.
I don’t know how much time passed, but Xunxun finally sent a WeChat message: [Chengfeng, there’s something going on at home. It happened so suddenly. I forgot to tell you. I’m going back first.
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Shen Chengfeng finally felt relieved and quickly called, but an unfamiliar female voice answered the phone.
He thought he had dialed the wrong number, so he glanced at the phone screen and frowned, "Where's Xunxun?"
The woman's cold voice came back: "Ms. Jiang is busy right now and it's not convenient to answer the phone. If you have anything to say, you can tell me and I will tell her."
Shen Chengfeng suddenly became a little angry.
He had been looking for her for so long that he almost searched the entire hotel. He was afraid that something might happen to her, so he ran outside her neighborhood to wait for her to come back.
It was late at night and he was almost freezing.
As a result, she casually forgot to tell him, and she didn't even have time to connect the phone.
"I'm fine."
Shen Chengfeng hung up the phone with a fierce tone.
He wandered outside for a long time before returning home. Before he entered the living room, he heard his parents quarreling fiercely.
The sounds of women cursing, fighting, men's angry sounds... mixed with the sounds of objects being thrown.
Shen Chengfeng stood at the door expressionlessly for a while, then finally opened the door and went in.
Along with the sound of tearing, a cup suddenly hit him and hit his forehead. Warm blood emerged and quickly dripped from his forehead.
The two people in the quarrel seemed to have not seen him, and were still roaring and angry.
He was used to this kind of situation.
Shen Chengfeng walked through the hall expressionlessly and went upstairs.
He walked into the room, closed the door, took out the medical kit from under the closet and entered the bathroom.
In the mirror, the blood on the young man's forehead covered half of his cheek, running along his neck and into his collar. The sight was shocking.
As if he was used to it, he roughly wiped the blood on his cheeks and neck with a tissue, and washed the wounds casually with water.
When the cold water touched the wound, a stinging pain suddenly came, but without blinking an eye, he washed the blood hastily and skillfully disinfected the wound.
After treating the wound, Shen Chengfeng fell on the bed dejectedly.
The quarrel downstairs was faint, and he listened numbly, staring blankly at the ceiling.
The phone vibrated at this time, and he glanced sideways. It was a WeChat message from Jiang Xiaoman.