100 styles of Sheng Shao's wife

Chapter 1113 The Secret in the Recording Pen

After getting off the helicopter, the bodyguard followed Nangong Liangsu all the time. His mobile phone rang with a 'ding dong'. Liangsu slowed down and took out his mobile phone to check the text messages. The number that sent a message got through, but the other party didn't answer.

He stood still and called twice, but the other party still didn't answer, obviously on purpose.

Nangong Liangsu said to the bodyguard behind him, "Go back first, the other party has changed the location, I will take a taxi to the cafe now."

"Chairman, you are alone..." Someone was worried.

Nangong Liangsu was already walking towards the exit, his back was tall and majestic, the two bodyguards looked at that back, they didn't dare to go against his will, no one dared to catch up, they didn't turn and leave until the back completely disappeared from sight.

After walking out of the hotel, Nangong Liangsu stopped a taxi casually. He sat in the co-pilot and told the driver the location.

After the car started, it drove straight to a certain cafe.

His cell phone didn't ring any more along the way, his expression was very calm, and his deep eyes were always staring ahead.

It takes about 20 minutes by car. There are many traffic lights in the city, and the stop and go also delays time.

When the taxi stopped outside a certain cafe, Nangong Liangsu saw the silhouette in the floor-to-ceiling window before getting out of the car, and felt a sense of long-lost familiarity.

He got out of the car after scanning the QR code to pay, and walked towards the gate of the cafe, but was stopped by two male waiters at the gate, "Who are you?"

"..." Nangong Liangsu was slightly startled.

The other party looked him up, "Is it Mr. Nangong?" The temperament was very similar to what the guest described.

"I'm."

"Please come in, please come in." They hurriedly gave way, and then bowed to him in salute.

Nangong Liangsu looked at them before entering the cafe, and found that the place was reserved, and there was only that long-lost and familiar figure by the window, which was a middle-aged woman.

The man walked towards the woman, and the woman looked up at him.

The two are about the same age, and their gazes converge. Two cups of fragrant coffee are placed on the table, and a lily is inserted in the middle glass bottle. The environment here is elegant and pleasant, and the surroundings are very quiet.

Nangong Liangsu sat down opposite the woman and didn't say anything.

The eyes of the two were still together, and the woman's face was calm, "Liangsu, long time no see."

"When did you come back?" Nangong Liangsu leaned back in the chair and met her gaze, with a calm tone, "Shuhui, something happened at Haibei's construction site, and the autopsy results just came out, saying it was man-made. You were suffocated to death three hours ago, does this have anything to do with you?"

Since he asked this question, he must have guessed it.

The middle-aged woman on the opposite side was indifferent from the bottom of her heart, she didn't evade, "It's not me, but I know who it is."

There was a hint of coldness in the man's eyes, "Are you the mastermind behind the scenes? Shuhui, you're going too far. You're joking with human lives, aren't you afraid of being punished by God?"

"God's punishment?" The woman seemed to be stimulated, and laughed a few times. She picked up the coffee cup and took a sip gracefully. He smiled again, and said in a playful and relaxed tone, "Anyway, I don't believe it, if there is really a divine punishment, your vixen would have been struck to death by lightning long ago!"

"Shuhui!" Nangong Liangsu emphasized his tone, feeling that she had touched his bottom line, "It's been more than 20 years, haven't you let go? The end of my marriage with you was not because of Yinyin's intervention. Without her, we would have Divorce! You know it in your own mind!"

"I didn't hit her, why are you in such a hurry? Let me listen to something first, and then I will protect your beloved voice after listening." The corners of the woman's lips raised, meeting his stern gaze, " Don't be angry, you will be angry again after listening to it?"

I saw her take out a small box from her bag, and then take out a recording pen from the small box.

"Do you know what this is?" She waved the recorder in front of him with a calm tone, "Listen carefully." She pressed the play button while speaking.

A weak and immature voice came from a little boy——

"Mom, I'm so sick, I feel sick..."

It's the voice of my son!Nangong Liangsu tensed up his nerves.

"Shuwen, who pushed you into the pond?" A woman's voice came out.

"It's Aunt Fu, she pushed me, and she told me I'm sorry, she said that if I don't die, Dad won't divorce you, cough cough...Mom, I'm so scared of her, I don't want to see her again , take me out of here."

Nangong Liangsu's expression changed!He stared at the exquisite recording pen in disbelief, his palms clenched into fists, and veins popped out on the back of his hands.

"Don't be afraid of Shuwen, it's okay now, mom will accompany you and watch over you, mom will take you out of here, and mom will protect you in the future." The woman's voice trembled slightly in the recording pen, it was only after extreme fear the sound of.

Nangong Liangsu held his breath.

Shuhui sat opposite him, with tears in her eyes, she stared at the shocked man with a stiff face for a moment, she had not seen him for more than 20 years, he was old, and there were signs of time on his face, but he was still her most beloved man. familiar look.

After hearing the key points, she pressed the pause button and put away the recorder.

Nangong Liangsu once thought he had auditory hallucinations, he slowly turned to look at her, "Shuhui, Shuwen is still alive?"

"I almost died. I didn't expect this child to be fatal, so I escaped by pretending to be dead." The corners of the woman's lips curled slightly, her smile was cold and indifferent, "Are you surprised? Are you surprised? I'll send you back I gave birth to an eight-foot-tall son, and you don’t need to contribute a penny or effort, I will raise him for him to study, train him to be a man, and then send him back, do you welcome it?”

"Where is Shuwen now?" Nangong Liangsu was very excited. After all, he was his own flesh and blood. In the years when his son had an "accident", he was very depressed. It was not until Fu Yin became pregnant that he felt more comfortable. When Xiao Mo was born, he transferred all his love to Xiao Mo.

"Do you want to see him?" Shu Hui's eyes were light.

Nangong Liangsu answered firmly, "Yes."

Seeing that the man hardly hesitated, a warm current surged in Shuhui's heart. It was his son, a son who was always full of guilt, and tears seemed to glisten in his eyes, "Where is the scholar?" Nangong Liangsu was excited.

"What about after meeting him? Let him join Haibei as the president? He is the eldest son of the Nangong family, and that position should belong to him." The woman looked into his eyes, and her tone was a bit aggressive, "You once said Yes, even if we get divorced, Haibei still belongs to him, and you will take good care of him to grow up."

Nangong Liangsu was startled, then shook his head, "No, I won't let him return to Haibei, let alone make him the president. There is only one president of Haibei, and that is my youngest son Nangong Mo."

His extremely firm words were like a knife, piercing deeply into the heart of his ex-wife Shuhui!
The warm current that had just poured in was frozen by ice.

(End of this chapter)