The black-bellied president forced his wife to marry

Chapter 138: The Beginning of Imprisonment (1)
Under the canopy-shaded sycamore tree, parked the all-too-familiar black Bentley, with drooping eyelids, he dragged his father down the steps as if fleeing, ignoring the panic and uneasiness caused by the hasty sweep just now However, the joy of regaining freedom has been diluted a lot.

There was a sudden sound of Didi's horn in front of her, and she trembled all over, as if she had been greatly frightened.

Shen Ruhai asked: "What's wrong?"

Shen slightly raised his eyes with a stiff face, only to realize that he was in a panic. It was a gray Audi that was about to turn, and it just honked its horn a few times. It happened that the window of the Audi was lowered, and the boy's clear face followed the vehicle and turned right, flashing And pass.

Shen Lue looked at him in a daze, as if she wanted to see his appearance clearly through the dark glass, she really wanted to ask: Is he alright?When he appeared in court, his face was so pale and haggard, did his body still hurt?But now, the most common greeting has become a luxury.Across the vast crowd, through the cold glass, he could no longer touch the corner of his clothes.

Shen Ruhai obviously also saw the people in the car, but in this situation, he could only shake his head and sigh.

The four of them stopped a taxi and headed home. Along the way, Shen Lue couldn't help but look back. The Bentley just followed her not too far away, and didn't stop her behavior, nor let her go completely.

Shen Lue's heart has been hanging, a little confused about the man's mind, the black paint of the car body reflects white light under the scorching sun, but the inside of the car is chaotic, perhaps, he is not there?

Regarding her weird behavior, Shen Ruhai didn't seem to see her in the passenger seat, but Zhang Meiyi couldn't help but sneer: "Oh, what are you looking at? It turns out to be a luxury car. I can't wait to get in—"

"Good intentions! Don't say a few words!" Shen Ruhai turned around and interrupted anxiously, with a rare solemnity on his slightly flushed face.

Zhang Meiyi and her mother looked at each other, and they let out a cold snort at the same time.

Shen slightly clutched the corner of his clothes, turned his head to look at the passing street scene outside the window.The sun is slowly moving westward, and the road is still steaming with heat. Occasionally, a slight breeze blows, and the branches and leaves are rustling. Pedestrians are walking through the shade of the trees wearing sunglasses, or walking quickly on the sidewalk with parasols.

After the taxi stopped downstairs, Shen Lue smelled a gasoline smell as soon as he got out of the car. Under the scorching sun, it was mixed with a faint smell of anxiety.

"Dad, what's going on here?" She pointed to the puddle of filth that hadn't been completely cleaned at the door of the small shop, and asked in amazement.

"It's okay, the Li family next door was repairing the car here, and it leaked a bit of oil." After all, Shen Ruhai is an honest person, not good at making up lies, so he hurriedly urged Shen Lue to go upstairs to the house to rest, and at the same time prevented Zhang Meiyi from blurting out again irony.He couldn't tell his daughter that the stains were from cleaning that hideous red paint.

At dinner, the table was full of Shen Lue's favorite dishes, which were extremely rich. She was a little surprised that her father hadn't gone out to buy just now, and there were a few dishes with complicated procedures, which were obviously prepared early.He is sure she will return safely today?

Shen Ruhai picked another Sixi ball for her, and the bowl was filled to the brim in an instant.Shen slightly curled his lips, laughing secretly at his own misgivings, if his father didn't prepare for the good, could it be possible to prepare for the bad?

After dinner, she took the initiative to go to the kitchen to wash the dishes. With a thought, she looked down at the street downstairs through the small dilapidated window. The car was still parked by the side of the road. Like the deep green eyes of a hungry wolf in the night.

With a bang, the porcelain bowl in her hand hit the sink, breaking a corner, and the sharp gap cut her fingers again. She frowned, held her slightly bleeding fingertips, and turned her back against the cold wall .I was so angry that I wanted to rush down to question that man!What is he doing?Surveillance on behalf of the police?Hasn't she been acquitted? !

(End of this chapter)