perfect hidden marriage

Chapter 398 The old man will never be separated
She smiled again in a low voice, but her voice had become extremely cold:

"Let go, why let go? She's not Ming Tan's daughter, so she deserves to die even more... I won't let her go, if it wasn't for her, my daughter wouldn't die, wouldn't die..."

After yelling like this, she hastily hung up the phone.

Jin Hengyuan called again, but she didn't answer.

Captain Meng had already rushed into the second room, which was empty without anyone. The third, fourth, fifth, and sixth rooms were all empty.

It is worth mentioning that the sixth guest room is exactly the room that appeared in the video before. The bed is covered with festive bedding, and photography lamps are placed around the bed. The wedding dress that Su Jin originally wore was thrown aside. On the screen, the LCD TV was turned on, and a picture like this was displayed on the screen:
Su Jin was slammed on an iron pillar, and Zhou Wen was smiling like a flower beside him, greeting them there:

"Hi...I'm still very kind, let's meet again at the end...Su Jin, come on, say goodbye to your man..."

While speaking, she changed the picture.

In the camera, Su Jin is smiling, smiling quietly, with a strangely pale complexion, wearing a cheongsam, her long hair tied into a beautiful bun, and her whole body tied into a rice dumpling.

"Hengyuan, if there is a next life, I want to be with you forever and never be separated."

As soon as the screen turned, a lighter appeared in front of everyone, followed by Zhou Wen's quiet smile:

"I really have to say goodbye..."

As soon as the lighter was fired, a big fire burst into the camera.

Yes, it is fire!
The raging fire trapped the two women in the middle...

The color of blood suddenly blew out from Jin Hengyuan's face.

When he saw the flames, Su Jin smiled at him, quietly watching the flames engulf her and spread up her body...

At the same time, the entire giant ship made a series of explosions...

"no no no……"

Jin Hengyuan roared in horror and rushed out of the room.

He is going to save her!
He is going to save her!
She's at the equipment level!

She's at the device level...

But I couldn't go, the hull was dismembering, tilting and sinking, the fire was spreading rapidly, thick smoke rolled in, the lights dimmed, and the god of death came.

She was trapped in the sea of ​​fire, and he couldn't save her, he couldn't save her, which made him almost crazy.

End of March 2016.

Spring seems to be here.

Look, on the bare branches, a little bit of delicate green buds have emerged; look, the peach blossoms are secretly fragrant in the warm sunshine; look, the girls are dressed in fancy dresses, and they are looking for fragrance in spring...

There was a slender figure, wearing a pair of jeans and a thick hooded coat. The hat covered his head, and he wore a mask on his face. The mask was a bit exaggerated, covering most of his face. Putting it in the pocket of his jacket, with a backpack on his back, he was walking slowly on the path in the park.

She came to a fixed place, set up the easel in her backpack, fixed the drawing paper, and took the brush in her hand.

Hands are shaking.

The drawn lines were not what she wanted.

The arc is not round enough, and the straight line is not straight enough. If you hold it for a long time, your hands will be sore.

At the beginning, I took a picture of the garden in the middle of the street and made a sketch, but found that it was a bit powerless.

Ugh!
Picking up the brush again to draw again, I feel that the painting skills are not as good as before.

After all, she is no longer the same as she used to be.

However, compared to the first time I came here to paint, the painting in the past few days has improved a lot—anything, you have to practice more on your own to make progress and develop.

She put the painting she had just painted into her album, and then laid a new piece of paper on the easel.

"Hey, you're sketching again!"

A young big boy came to her while running, with a sunny smile, as warm as the sun in front of him.

It was a very contagious smile, which made her vaguely remember some old things.

There was once a man who always faced her with such a warm smile, warmed her cold world thoroughly, brought her back to life, and learned to love deeply again.

"Ah."

She responded softly:
"You didn't go to work today?"

She has seen this boy many times, mostly on Saturdays and Sundays, and his family should live nearby.

Those who can live nearby will have good family circumstances. In Shanghai, a place where every inch of land is very expensive, in such a prime location, one can own a one-story apartment, and such a sign can be pasted on the forehead: bourgeoisie.

Let me ask, who can afford a land worth tens of thousands, or even 10,000+, without any wealth?

Because the location is good, the scenery is also good.

This is the reason why she came here to sketch.

Of course, this is not the main reason.

"My internship period is over, and I'm preparing to write my graduation thesis and look for another job. However, it's hard to find... Hey, I said, you draw very well. Which university are you from, and what major are you studying?"

The boy asked enthusiastically, showing a very strong interest in her.

She didn't answer, just looked in a certain direction in a daze.

The boy followed her gaze and looked there. A black Land Rover stopped at the entrance of the park. The driver got out of the car and opened the door to the back seat. A tall and handsome man stepped out, wearing a suit and leather shoes. His face was stern and his eyes were calm.

He walked into the park. The driver wanted to follow, but he raised his hand and refused to follow.

"I know him!"

The big boy in front of him suddenly had bright eyes and let out a low cry.

"This man's name is Jin Hengyuan. He used to be the acting president of Xiao Group, and now he is the boss of Jinyuan Creative Company..."

Jinyuan Creative Company?

Is it the branch of Jinhui?

Now it's renamed Cheng Jinyuan?

"I heard that the company was originally run by his wife. After his wife passed away, he bought all the shares of Jinhui's boss, and he took charge of it himself. In just two years, Jinyuan Creative has become a well-known company. An awesome design company...the future of this company is absolutely limitless..."

The big boy was giving an explanation there.

She turned her head: "How do you know so clearly?"

"I investigated."

The big boy smiled and said: "To tell you the truth, I want to enter Jinyuan. The welfare there is very good, but it is very difficult to enter."

"You studied design?"

"Yup!"

The big boy nodded, then asked:

"What did you study?"

She didn't answer, but turned her eyes away again, and saw the man named Jin Hengyuan, walking alone, under the sunset, lonely, looking extremely lonely, very like remembering something, with a non-smiling face, So cold.

Looking at it this way, it seems that she is outside the TV screen and he is inside.

"I learned to draw."

She said, holding up the sketch pen, on the drawing paper, she drew his back with the most simple and smooth lines.

With just a few strokes, the image of that person was vividly displayed on the paper.

"The painting really looks like it."

The big boy whispered from the side, his eyes showed a little more surprise, and he couldn't help asking again:
"How old are you?"

She stopped answering again, her temper was extremely weird, and all her thoughts were concentrated on the tip of the pen.

"What's your name?"

"..."

"Well, that's it. Let me introduce myself. My surname is Wu, and my name is Wu Nian..."

"..."

"I've seen you several times. Why do you always wrap yourself into rice dumplings? Are you afraid of the cold?"

"..."

"Why did you draw Jin Hengyuan? You still draw it so well...do you...do you know Mr. Jin?"

"..."

She didn't answer a word.

The whole person is immersed in their own world.

Wu Nian was a little embarrassed.

This girl is so weird.

Why is he attracted?
Because she has big, melancholy eyes, shining brightly when the sun shines on her... Moreover, she always comes and goes alone, alone, exuding a mysterious aura, and he can't help being attracted, I couldn't help but came over to say hello.

At this moment, this weird girl is tracing carefully. She traces Jin Hengyuan's back as if it was taken by a photo.

Wu Nian was very surprised, and turned his head to examine her: Could it be that this girl is a fan of Mr. Jin?

"I heard that Mr. Jin has a girlfriend..."

The sketch pen in the girl's hand broke in response, crisply.

He heard it.

It seems that he really guessed it. This girl likes Mr. Jin.

That's right, such a man, rich and capable, in the whole of Shanghai, there are not a few people who admire him - he is an out-and-out financial favorite...

"Speaking of which, Mr. Jin is also infatuated enough. Mrs. Jin passed away two years ago, and he has not had a girlfriend. Until recently, some media saw that he was dating the eldest lady of the Ming family frequently. They all said that the Ming and Jin families are going to get married. Yes. You don’t know, the eldest lady of the Ming family is a barrister, and these two are well matched, a perfect match..."

"Oh! The painting is broken!"

She didn't seem to hear what he said, and looked at the failure on the drawing paper and sighed.

The gloved finger lightly stroked the place where a horizontal stroke had been severely drawn, and the tone was so sad.

"The painting is broken, you can paint again, it's okay..."

Wu Nian comforted gently.

"Well, I'll draw again later!"

She nodded, took off the drawing paper, glanced at it with some reluctance, walked to the trash can beside it, and stuffed it in.

When she came back, she began to pack the painting tools.

"you are leaving?"

"Ok!"

"So fast?"

"Ok!"

"Are we friends?"

She looked up at the sunny boy:
"My name is Pu Xiang. Mu Pu Pu, Guo Xiang's Xiang. Nice to meet you..."

She held out her hand.

On those hands, there was a pair of thin black gloves.

Wu Nian looked at her curiously. Except for her eyes, she was covered with half an inch of skin from head to toe. On such a warm spring day, such a dress was really weird.

"I'm glad too."

Wu Nian shook her hand, but a chill came over her.

(End of this chapter)