president, addicted to love

Chapter 380 The third madness: "Zhensheng, we haven't been together for a long time, let's go together, huh?"

"You sang well back then, and attracted many female classmates. I don't know how is your singing voice now? Let us see!"

Immediately, a female classmate expressed her opinion, "Yes, Zhensheng, our female classmates like to hear you sing, let's go together, don't let us down."

Regardless of everyone's persuasion, Qi Zhensheng shook his head, "It's really not possible. My wife has an order to go home before ten o'clock every night. Wait until next time, and I will treat you next time."

"Okay, okay, everyone, don't stop him, if it causes conflicts between husband and wife, then it's our fault, Zhensheng, you have to remember what you just said, next time you will do something!" the squad leader clapped Pat him on the shoulder.

Qi Zhensheng smiled, "Okay, I'll remember. Play slowly."

He waved his hand, walked out of the box, and closed the door, but he didn't leave in a hurry, but heaved a long sigh.

Inside the box, the old squad leader complained to the classmate who talked loudly just now, "Big head, talk about you, it's not good to mention anything, but you have to mention Xia Ling, he must be feeling uncomfortable now."

"I didn't mean to..."

Qi Zhensheng came out of the hotel, and on the way home when he was driving, his mind was filled with the words that the big head said, "You have failed Xia Ling", these words lingered in his mind like a curse, driving him to the verge of death. Become crazy.

After returning home, the entire villa, except for the living room lights, were all dark.

He leaned on the sofa dejectedly, and called the servant at home, "Madam hasn't come back yet?"

The servant replied, "Madam is going to stay in a villa on the outskirts of the city for a few days, and she is not at home recently. Before leaving, Madam said, please take good care of Miss."

Su Xingchen is still living in the hospital, and his temper is becoming more and more weird. Except for Su Murong, he has a bad attitude towards everyone.

Qi Zhensheng had a headache when he thought of this daughter.

He waved his hand wearily, signaling the servants to back off.

In the empty room, there was no trace of life, and it was terribly cold.

He took a bottle of whiskey from the wine rack, took a glass, and screwed it into the bedroom.

It's not his and Su Murong's bedroom, it's his separate room, they have separated for a long time.

Since Su Xingchen found out six years ago that he hid the photos of Xia Ling's mother and daughter in the compartment of the desk, he no longer dared to put the photos in the study, but hid them in his bedroom.

From the closet, he found the photo that had been treasured for many years, clutched it tightly to his chest, poured a full glass of wine into the glass, and drank it in one gulp. The bitter and spicy taste stimulated his sense of taste and stimulated Tears welled up in his nostrils and eyes.

The wife and daughter in the photo have calm smiles, how happy they were at that time, if Su Murong hadn't appeared, they would have been happy forever.

Qi Zhensheng laughed sadly, tears rolled down his face, he beat his chest with his left hand, and kept saying "I'm sorry".

He will never forget that the fire 20 years ago not only killed Xia Ling, but also burned his whole heart.

After drinking countless glasses of wine, Qi Zhensheng was completely drunk. Holding the photo, he burst into tears. For decades, he had been suppressing his emotions, but now, he finally let it out, out of control.

He was so drunk that the next morning, he missed his alarm and missed his morning class.

He didn't wake up until noon, and the hangover gave him a headache.

The bed was a mess, there were traces of vomiting on the floor, and the air was full of the pungent smell of alcohol and filth.

He almost couldn't help vomiting again, and quickly opened the window to breathe.

Before asking the servant to clean up the room, Qi Zhensheng found the photos of Xia Ling's mother and daughter from the bed, and planned to hide the photos. He reluctantly glanced at their faces again, and then put the photos in the bottom drawer of the cabinet.

When he stood up and was about to ask the servant to clean up the room, a pair of eyes suddenly flashed in his mind, a pair of eyes full of resentment. It was when he divorced Xia Ling back then. Xia Ling knelt in front of him and begged him, but he When she left without hesitation, she looked at him.

Her eyes full of resentment gradually overlapped with those of the old lady she saw last night.

His body froze suddenly, his face was pale, his heart was beating, and he was like a fool, muttering to himself, "No, it's impossible, she was obviously burned to death, no, there is no fire in the fire." After finding her body, if it wasn't her, why was Xia Xia so close to her, and who was that man? He looks familiar, I must have seen her somewhere..."

"What's going on? What's going on? Is she really not dead yet?" Qi Zhensheng was almost driven crazy by the thoughts popping up in his head, beating his head with both hands, squatting on the ground, laughing for a while, and whimpering for a while crying.

The servant who went upstairs to clean up was startled when he saw his appearance, and hurried up to help him, "Sir, what's wrong with you? Are you all right?"

"Tell me, is she dead or not?" Qi Zhensheng suddenly grabbed the servant's arm, his eyes glowed madly, his expression was ferocious and terrifying.

"Sir, wake up!" The servant turned pale with fright, and screamed, "Come on, come on, sir, you're crazy!"

Qi Zhensheng was stimulated by her screams, his head gradually regained a little clarity, he suddenly pushed her away, ran into the bathroom by himself, closed the door tightly, and poured cold water on his face and head.

"Sir, sir, is it okay?" The housekeeper rushed over upon hearing the news and knocked on the bathroom door.

Qi Zhensheng looked at his embarrassed self in the mirror, took a deep breath, and said, "I'm fine."

Both the butler and the servant breathed a sigh of relief.

Qi Zhensheng finished washing, wiped his face, came out of the bathroom, and said in a deep voice, "I was just having a nightmare, nothing happened."

"Okay, we understand." The others nodded quickly.

He nodded with satisfaction, "You clean the room."

He didn't know that just after he left and went to the study, the maid quietly reported his madness to Su Murong who was far away in the villa on the outskirts of the city.

At this time, Su Murong was wearing a sexy swimsuit, lying on a white recliner, basking in the sun comfortably. In the swimming pool, a young and strong man was swimming leisurely with his upper body topless.

Su Murong said lazily, "What did he say at that time?"

The maid said in a low voice, "I only heard one sentence clearly. He asked me, 'Tell me, did she die?'"

Su Murong's eyes tightened slightly, and he said calmly, "Who is he referring to?"

"Mr. didn't say it. By the way, Ma'am, in the end Mr. warned us that he was just having a nightmare."

"Well, I see. If there is anything, you can report it to me."

Su Murong cut off the call, and cast his distant gaze over the tall trees by the swimming pool to the horizon. "Is she dead?" Who is she referring to?

The handsome man in the swimming pool stood up from the water. He put the towel on his shoulders, walked slowly towards Su Murong, bent down and kissed her on the face, with a smile in his deep black eyes, and a deep and magnetic voice , "Baby, what are you thinking?"

Su Murong hooked his neck with both hands, and looked at his face carefully. His eyebrows were sharp, his nose was high, and his facial features were three or four points similar to those of his godfather. When he smiled, the similarity could reach seven or eight points.

The corners of her lips curled slightly, and she said lightly, "It's okay."

The man caressed her charming figure with both hands, she pushed him, and said calmly, "Shen Ran, I'm not in the mood right now."

"Okay." With a hint of helplessness in Shen Ran's tone, he let her go, sat on the chair beside her, and looked at her sideways, "Baby, are you in a bad mood?"

Su Murong propped his forehead with one hand, a look of sadness flashed in his charming phoenix eyes, "Do you think it is necessary to continue my marriage?"

Shen Ran chuckled, "Baby, since you don't want that useless man anymore, just get rid of him and fall into my arms. I've wanted to be your husband for many years."

Su Murong glanced at him, and said calmly, "Aren't you afraid that people will say you eat soft rice? What's more, I'm 20 years older than you."

There was a frivolous smile on the corner of Shen Ran's lips, "So what? True love knows no age. I'm a softie, so there's no need to worry about other people's gossip."

Su Murong reached out and patted his young and handsome face, his eyes were cold, "Don't forget, apart from this relationship, we don't talk about feelings. I have long lost such things as feelings."

Shen Ran's expression darkened, and he curled his lips mockingly, "I thought I was special."

She traced his handsome facial features with her fingers, and said indifferently, "You are special, because in my heart, you are another man's substitute. Shen Ran, don't forget your identity just because I pamper you."

Shen Ran smiled bitterly, "Okay, I will remember."

Su Murong patted his cheek with satisfaction, "Okay, go in first, I want to be alone for a while."

Shen Ran nodded, stood up, with a white towel on his shoulders, turned around and walked towards the villa, his shiny black hair covered his forehead, and also covered the gloom in his eyes.

Qi Zhensheng was so excited by his astonishing discovery that his whole body was boiling. He wanted to find out the truth as soon as possible and prove his idea.

But he didn't know where to start the investigation. After thinking for a long time, he decided to hire a private investigator.

Qi Zhensheng knew that He Liancheng was very powerful, and often sent bodyguards to protect Xia Xia. If a private detective followed Xia Xia, he might be discovered by the bodyguards. Xia Ling is really not dead, she will definitely contact her sister Xia Yun.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and the private detective still didn't get any useful information. Qi Zhensheng, who was waiting anxiously, gradually lost confidence. Perhaps, he made a mistake, that old woman was not Xia Ling, his ex-wife, Xia Ling had already died in the fire.

Just when his restless/restless heart returned to cold, the private detective contacted him suddenly.