To my favorite Wen Liang

Chapter 42 It Really Comes
Huo Shao, the person leaving in the car ahead seems to be Miss Wen Liang. "

"Catch up, be careful not to let the other party find out."

"Yes! It's just, Young Master Huo, my wife called you home for dinner tonight, you..."

"Do not care."

With his own young master's words, Mr. Special Assistant was full of energy. He turned the steering wheel and kicked the accelerator to pull him into the distance from the taxi, but kept a good degree, neither too close nor too far.

Huo Dongming was in the back seat, staring deeply at the taxi's license plate.

I hope he is too sensitive, otherwise this business struggle will affect her, and the consequences...

Incredible.

In the taxi ahead, Wen Liang and the driver didn't notice that she was being followed, and she in the back seat was pinching her phone uneasily, but her expression on her face was calm and calm.

She did not forget what Huo Dongming said.

Every step now must be taken very carefully.

While she was thinking.

"Miss, there is a long section of traffic lights ahead, it's very congested!" The driver honked his horn irritably, and not only burst into a national curse.

"Okay, how much in total?"

"18 dollars."

Without the slightest hesitation, Wen Liang took out the money from her bag and handed it to the driver, then opened the door and ran on the road.

The man sitting in the back car opened his lips: "Open the door."

"Young Master Huo can't! If you get off here, once there are hidden reporters..."

"I said, open the door."

The man's voice was cold and not high, but there was an oppressive force. Mr. Special Assistant didn't even dare to look at his expression in the rearview mirror. He silently pressed the unlock button and watched him leave helplessly.

Cross the crowded road.

Wen Liang finally arrived under the Danshui Bridge, but it must be noisy on the road, but it is quiet here, where is anyone coming from?

Is the other party playing tricks on her?

I kept thinking about calming down in my heart, but I still couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

"Little cool!"

Behind her, there was a voice of surprise and fear, a voice she was all too familiar with.

Turning around quickly, the girl who was not far away was reflected in her pupils. Although she was scared, her expression was filled with joy. Her hands were cut behind her back. She looked a little pitiful, but there was no obvious trauma.

"Wen Liang, you are here."

"Mu Mu, don't be afraid, are you injured?" After meeting someone, Wen Liang's heart finally sank.

"I'm fine!" Qiao Mumu shook her head, still alive and kicking.

Only then did Wen Liang feel relieved, and turned his attention to the hostage: "This gentleman, what's your name?"

At the same time as the words fell, she looked at the other party. He was wearing a mask, and his voice was specially processed, but he could hear the voice of a man. He looked about 1.8 meters tall, but Qiao Mumu, who was only about 1.6 meters, was caught by him. Trapped in his arms, he looked extraordinarily petite.

Even if she couldn't see his facial features, Wen Liang could be sure that he was very imposing - the appearance of standing with a straight back made her call out those well-trained special assistants.

People who have the funds to support this kind of people, and who are not afraid of getting into trouble... Could it be that Tang Mo is really behind the scenes?

"You don't need to know my name, this is my mailbox number."

The other party spoke, interrupting her deepening thoughts, and threw an object in front of her in the air.

It was the same small metal box as before, but this time it seemed to be a little heavier than the last time, and it made a loud noise when it hit the ground.

"I want you to help me take the 'NNC' case."

Wen Liang bent down to pick up the box, and saw a string of emails on it that did not belong to the domestic format, her eyes darkened a bit: "I don't have such great skills."

"Xi Yao's special assistant, Huo Dongming's sweetheart, Wen Liang, if I were you, I wouldn't say such self-deprecating words."

"What do you want me to do?" Wen Liang asked without explaining or denying, without going around the corner.

As for Huo Dongming's sweetheart, if she really was, she wouldn't have left this city four years ago.

"It's very simple." The other party chuckled casually, "As a venture capital company, the most important thing is the company's ability. If something unexpected happens during their inspection..."

The wrinkles between Wen Liang's eyebrows deepened: "This is against the law."

"Law?"

The other party took a deep look at her, with a little playfulness in his eyes: "Are you talking about the law with a person who broke into and hijacked?"

Wen Liang choked, forcing herself to be more calm, and after a series of weighing, she opened her mouth: "Okay, I promise you."

For Qiao Mumu's sake, even if he didn't want to, he couldn't say "no" to the person in front of him at this point in time.

The best way now is to agree.

"Don't let me know, you betrayed me."

He let go of the hand holding Qiao Mumu's shoulders, and at the same time pushed her with the palm of his hand. The person who was pushed staggered a few steps, and strode towards Wen Liang, with tears in his eyes, pupils wet, and tears on his cheeks. All tears.

He hugged her aggrievedly.

"Don't cry, it's okay." Wen Liang caressed the back of her head distressedly. It was because of him that Qiao Mumu was hurt again and again.

It's her fault.

"I want to eat sweet and sour pork tenderloin! Spicy hot pot! Xiaolongbao! Deep-fried braised chicken thighs. Fifty pieces each. If you don't buy them for me, keep crying!"

Wen Liang was speechless for a while: "Okay, buy it, buy it all, go buy it now."

"Then I won't cry!"

The two of them walked towards the downtown area affectionately, but they didn't notice at all that a little farther away from them, there was a man with a cold expression, half leaning on the bridge pier, staring at them with a pair of extremely light-colored pupils. away.

After contemplating for a moment, he finally opened his long legs and followed.

……

until eight o'clock at night.

Wen Liang and Qiao Mumu were still buying food.

Carrying big and small bags, he looked like a deserter who had been starving for decades. In the end, he had nothing to do, so he simply bought a small shopping cart and bought and packed all the way.

However, Wen Liang always felt that it was not right to bring Qiao Mumu back so easily. The other party spent a lot of time doing this, and in the end it was to get a guarantee from her?
Unlikely.

"Little Liangliang, why are you so absent-minded?" Qiao Mumu saw that her best friend had been distracted, so she couldn't help shaking her hand in front of her.

"I'm fine, maybe I'm a little tired, Mu Mu, you go back first, I'll go to the supermarket to buy a plastic wrap, I bought so many things today, I can't finish it."

"Well, I'll wait for you at home washing incense, bye."

Seeing her leave and walk into the unit, Wen Liang breathed a sigh of relief for some reason. It was true that she wanted to buy plastic wrap, and it was true that she wanted Qiao Mumu to go home first. Then hurt Qiao Mumu.

This is probably the only thing I can do for her.

When I entered the supermarket, I chose the plastic wrap.

There was no special situation as imagined, but Wen Liang didn't feel relieved, she packed up the change brought by the cashier and pushed open the door.

The street lamps shone on the ground, and the extremely cold night wind blew on the skin like a knife.

When she was about to enter a corner of the corridor, someone grabbed her arm.

The next moment, there was a smear of cold metal against his neck.

"As expected." She said calmly, "What exactly are you trying to do?"

"really?"

(End of this chapter)