Hundreds of billions of marriage favors: marry a wealthy young lady

Chapter 2293 White Eyed Wolf

"Husband, the doctor said that I can have sex with husband and wife now, so you don't have to bear it any longer."

Zhao Zihan forced a smile, "Take care of your baby, I have to go to the company after breakfast."

"Husband, are you unhappy? How much risk did I take to satisfy you while pregnant? How could you still pay for me to pay for you like this..."

"Sleep too late, a little tired."

Zhao Chuchu took Zhao Zihan's hand, "Husband, I did this for you, only if you are fed, you will not go out to find other women, and our family can be complete and happy."

"I know, I've wronged you." Zhao Zihan hugged Zhao Chuchu and went out.

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It was almost eight o'clock in the morning when Lan Qian woke up.

The maid prepared a sumptuous breakfast, Lan Qian finished washing up, and ate quietly.

"Miss Lan, the young master said to come over for lunch at noon." The servant stood aside and said respectfully.

Lan Qian froze for a moment, then suddenly said that she came over for lunch, is there something wrong?
*
Rong Group.

Song Wang knocked on the door of the CEO's office, "Mr. Rong, I have found out what you asked me to investigate. There are all the information about Bai Zi and Zhao Zihan."

A stack of documents was placed in front of Rong Jun.

"Miss Bai is the only daughter of the late chairman of the Huangtai Chain Hotel. After the death of the old chairman, she inherited the Huangtai Chain Hotel and managed the hotel with her husband Zhao Zihan." Song Wang looked embarrassed and said: "Miss Bai handed over all the business of the hotel to Zhao Zihan after she got married, and she rushes to the hospital every day to treat infertility..."

Rong Jun, who was reading the information, suddenly stopped, "Infertile?"

"Yes, this treatment lasted for three years, and even the aunt who sweeps the floor in the hospital knows her." Song Wang said, "But the strange thing is that the real Miss Lan who died in the bombing was pregnant, and when she died, she died with two lives. Zhao Zihan did not doubt his identity when he recognized the corpse, and mistakenly thought it was his wife, Miss Bai, and married his current wife Zhao Chuchu half a year later, and they now have a seven-year-old son."

"What did you find out about Zhao Zihan?" Rong Jun asked while taking out Zhao Zihan's information and looking at it.

Song Wang said: "Zhao Zihan was born in a poor family. When he was a child, his parents divorced and formed his own family. No one wanted him. He later lived with his grandmother. He met Miss Bai when he was in college, and they fell in love afterwards. After the two agreed on the date of marriage, the old Chairman Bai suddenly passed away due to illness, and the wedding date was postponed for three years. According to the seven-year-old son born to Zhao Zihan and his current wife, it was at that time that Zhao Chuchu gave birth to his first child. Entered the Bai family as Zhao Zihan's younger sister, and had a nominal boyfriend. After that, some old servants of the Bai family were dismissed one after another."

"What a white-eyed wolf!" Rong Jun put down the materials, crossed his legs, and understood everything in his heart.

"Mr. Rong, you suddenly investigated this is..."

"It's my son's mother anyway, there are some things you should know." Rong Jun smiled lightly.

"You want to avenge Miss Bai?" Song Wang has been with Rong Jun for more than ten years, as long as Rong Jun looks at him, he will know what he is going to do.

"I think so too, but there's probably no chance." Rong Jun didn't hide anything from Song Wang, and he had absolute trust in him, not only because he had been with him for more than ten years, but also because he was the elder brother of his late fiancée Song Yanxi. .

Song Wang looked at Rong Jun and didn't say any more.

He knew his identity very well, and he didn't point fingers at Rong Jun because of his sister.

"Zhao Zihan, keep an eye on it for me." Rong Jun said, "Go and do your work."

　Fifth watch. . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)