The all-powerful wife of the wealthy family

Chapter 48 The One Who Left and the Dead Heart

York came in a hurry, with a slightly gloomy expression, probably because he had heard the bad news.

Wu Tong told him that someone was waiting for him in the secret room, he gave Wu Tong and Xiao Enliang a sharp look, turned and walked in.

Waiting outside the ambulance until two o'clock in the morning, neither Zheng Jiaxuan nor York came out.

Wu Tong couldn't hold back anymore, and said to Xiao Enliang: "I'll go there first, and you can explain to him when Jiaxuan comes out."

Xiao Enliang said helplessly: "This is the only way to do it now, but you can't do anything wrong, otherwise Jiaxuan will chop me up."

Wu Tong smiled and said in relief: "Believe me, he won't. You have a much higher status in his heart than you think."

"No matter how tall you are, you can't compare with your wife!" Xiao Enliang scratched his head mockingly.

"Don't you know that in Jiaxuan, real brothers are more important than women?" Wu Tong smiled brightly, walked to the taxi that Xiao Enliang rented before, turned his back to Xiao Enliang, and waved to him.

Xiao Enliang looked at Wu Tong's back, and said to himself: "There should be nothing wrong, alas... I didn't expect what would happen this time either! Yangzi...Yangzi...this is a dangerous person!"

When Wu Tong was driving a taxi towards La Scala Square, Cong Yang was already waiting in front of the Leonardo da Vinci monument, smoking a cigarette while falling into painful memories.

With his red-rimmed eyes, through the flying smoke, he looked at the moon like a silver plate in the distance.

There should be quite a few people who, at one time, wandered between looking back at old love and pursuing new love.

Cong Yang's pain comes from his inability to forget his old love and his inability to pursue a new one.

The old love is gone, and he can't get it back from the god of death; the new love has been guarded by a beautiful woman, and he doesn't know whether to fight for it or bless it.

Cong Yang gritted his teeth and pressed the door of memory in the dead of night, but the door still opened slowly every time.

Even if Cong Yang closed his eyes, those scenes still appeared in front of him clearly and persistently, with the familiar scent of soap, familiar voice, and overly appropriate melody...

In countless dreams, Nie Xiaorong was standing in front of him, smiling at him and waving to him.

But no matter how hard he walked, he couldn't get past her, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hear her voice clearly.

Cong Yang's feet were already piled up with cigarette butts, and he had already smoked all the cigarettes on his body.Just at this moment, Wu Tong appeared in his sight.

Wearing white clothes, black pants, sneakers, and loose hair, Wu Tong still shines like a diamond in this dark night even in such a simple outfit.

Wu Tong, who was coming from a distance, also saw Cong Yang hidden in the shadow of the sculpture at a glance. He seemed to be one with the night, wearing a black short T, black pants, black shoes, and a black peaked cap. In the bleak evening wind.

He accompanied the dim street lights, but he himself was like a lonely lone ranger.

The brim of the peaked cap was pulled down very low, and that slightly vicissitudes of face flickered in and out of Wu Tong's sight.

Wu Tong walked to a position one meter away from Cong Yang and stopped.

"Zheng Jiaxuan was so relieved to let you come here alone?" Cong Yang smiled coldly with deep sadness.

Wu Tong asked blankly, "Where's my mother?"

Cong Yang sighed inaudibly and said, "She's fine."

"I'm going to see her!"

"She's sleeping. Let's chat outside for a while, and then I'll take you to see her." Cong Yang's words didn't implore directly, but he used an almost pleading tone, which made Wu Tong's heart soften suddenly.

Wu Tong felt that he could see Cong Yang's true side through this black-clothed Cong Yang.

Clean and spotless is Cong Yang's true face, and it is also the first impression Cong Yang left on Wu Tong.

People who knew Cong Yang felt that Mr. Pianpian's image was his mask to conceal others, but Wu Tong didn't think so.

Wu Tong felt that the murderous devil's coat that Yangzi was wearing was a huge cover that he had tried so hard to hide his fragile heart.

After hearing some of Cong Yang's stories from Zheng Jiaxuan, she got to know him better.

Wu Tong has no love for Cong Yang, but he has endless distress.

"Okay, let's talk." Wu Tong walked to the long stone bench opposite the sculpture and sat down.

Cong Yang followed, sat next to Wu Tong, and said slowly, "Have you been here before?"　
"En." Wu Tong replied lightly.

Cong Yang said: "I have also been here, on the same day as you, watching the same show."

Wu Tong was not surprised, that time she was ordered to come to Milan for an assassination mission.As the leader of the Golden Dragon Gang, Cong Yang knows the itinerary and dynamics of the members below, so there is nothing surprising.

Wu Tong still gave a casual "En" and stopped talking.

Cong Yang took out Nie Xiaorong's photo from his pocket, handed it to Wu Tong, and said:
"Xiao Rong has always wanted to come to La Scala Square to see Da Vinci's sculptures. Unfortunately, I had no money at that time, and I couldn't even afford an air ticket. She said it's okay, the money can be saved slowly, and the two of them will come to see it together. ..."

Cong Yang hated himself, hated his incompetence back then.

In the photo is a shy and quiet girl with deep eye sockets and a refreshing appearance.

Cong Yang recalled: "When I was four or five years old, I saw my mother was gang-raped to death with my own eyes. My dad stopped by and was brutally dismembered. Later, I was also dragged to a drug den by these people. When they transferred drugs Once the bag of heroin stuffed in my anus broke, I became addicted to drugs. At first I wanted to run away, but later I didn’t want to leave just to get some sex powder, and I became dependent.”

Cong Yang smiled desolately, Wu Tong took out the pack of cigarettes that Xiao Enliang had left for her before, lit one and handed it to Cong Yang.

"Thank you." Cong Yang took it and continued, "After a few years of this, I met Nie Xiaorong. She is the only daughter of the drug boss and has always taken good care of me. In order to let me quit drugs, she eloped with me to Guanzhou. I finally flew away, and I was very excited along the way, but after a short period of excitement, the problem came. I couldn't do without drugs. I was already a person who was on the road at that time, not only physically addicted, but also mentally addicted... She I was scolded every day, I was beaten, and I was forced to go out and buy white powder."

After Cong Yang finished smoking the cigarette in his hand, he opened his mouth again, "Xiao Rong, she gave up everything that could be given up, sacrificed everything that could be sacrificed, and rescued me, but she didn't live long enough for me to give it to her." When she was happy. I watched her take her last breath in my arms, but there was nothing I could do..."

Wu Tong knew that the person who left and the dead heart could not be found no matter what.

It was Zheng Jiaxuan who caused Cong Yang to lose the one he loved and plunged into boundless pain. He hated him, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Wu Tong didn't know how to persuade, nor did he know whether persuasion was moral.

At this time, a cold voice came from behind them.

"Where's Liu Man?!"

　Cong Yang: The author, you are rude, if you don’t torture me to death, I’m not finished, right? !

　　Benta: Hehe...

　　Cong Yang: Still smiling? !

　　Benta: ...

　　Cong Yang: I had a good chat with Wu Tong, why did you find someone to come over and make trouble? !What do you say you want to do? !

　　Benta: I’m here to abuse you~
　　Cong Yang: ...!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)