Chapter 48 Butterflies that can't fly through the sea

"I have carefully checked this office and found nothing wrong." Wang Zheng rubbed his temples and seemed to have a headache: "When we first met, Shengfei was poisoned. This time, your father was poisoned. If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. There have been too many things recently. I need to figure out a clue. After I send you to Jurong during the day, I will let Zhang Yong take someone to protect you. I can also ask Han Xingye to accompany you so that I can take a vacation for myself.

Jurong International is the headquarters of the Shangguan family. The Shangguan family has been operating here painstakingly for many years. It is a fantasy to want other forces to kidnap Shangguan Shishi. Shangguan Shishi understands that Wang Zheng said that he wanted to give him a holiday, but in fact he must investigate his father's affairs. The IQ of the above official poetry must understand that there should be some kind of agreement between Wang Zheng and his father, but even so, Shangguan Shishi is still a little moved to make Wang Zheng so dedicated to contribute to the Shangguan family.

"Okay, thank you very much." Shangguan Shishi knew that Wang Zheng was not a simple person, and also knew that Wang Zheng was a person with a story, although his story is very inconvenient to tell others now. But Shangguan's poetry has remembered Wang Zheng's kindness in his heart. Perhaps in the eyes of others, Miss Shangguan is a very hot and sometimes even noisy person, but when Shangguan Shishi begins to take something or someone seriously, nothing can break her persistence.

"Wang Zheng." Shangguan Shishi stopped the man when Wang Zheng was about to leave the office.

"What's wrong?" Wang Zheng turned his face with a bright smile.

"I understand that if you need the support of the Shangguan family one day in the future, I will definitely do my best to help you achieve your goals. Also, I believe you will cure my father. The tone of the previous sentence of Shangguan Shishi was very firm, but the tone of the next sentence softened, and his eyes became a little soft: "There is no causal relationship between the above two sentences."

"Miss Shangguan suddenly did this, which really made me feel a little uncomfortable." Wang Zheng said with a smile, "There is a third point: I will try my best to cure your irregular menstruation."

Unexpectedly, Shangguan Shishi did not jump this time, but said with a smile, "It's always like this. It's really boring."

Walking out of Jurong International, Wang Zheng walked carelessly, thinking about a series of problems that had happened recently. As soon as he looked up, he happened to see the disabled person lying in the car last time. Wang Zheng's eyes suddenly remembered the girl last time, the girl with a pair of moving eyes.

Last time, it was this girl who made this middle-aged beggar who was tortured by life smile. Wang Zheng knew that it was a smile full of hope, a smile that could make people's mood change greatly, and also a smile that could make people feel at ease.

Wang Zheng took out a coin, bent down, and gently put it in the aluminum basin in front of the beggar.

And this middle-aged man, whose facial expression was extremely numb in the past, actually raised his weather-beaten face and showed a warm smile.

Wang Zheng also smiled, but his heart moved.

At this time, it began to rain, and the rain at the end of summer was not as cool as expected, but it brought the coolness of early autumn.

Wang Zheng did not bring an umbrella, so he stood on the bus platform and waited for a while. Looking at the hurried behavior of people on the road, he suddenly found that his heart was so quiet and his heart was like water - this was the mentality that Wang Da killer had not had for many years.

In the past, the old man always taught him that if he could maintain the mentality of Gujing without waves, it was time for him to become a great man.

Although Wang Zheng has never known what the old man meant by becoming a big weapon, according to Wang Zheng's character of dare to love and hate, it has been difficult to enter a state of mind. Especially after the last battle of Dragon Scales, Wang Zheng often wakes up in nightmares, and Lao Sheng, who is full of blood, and his departing comrades-in-arms will always be full of faces. Appearing palely in his dream, this is Wang Zheng's dream and Wang Zheng's life.

The legendary Eastern Evil King is not without weakness, but this weakness is spiritual and not on the surface.

Wang Zheng is a hot-blooded young man. In the words of a certain founder of personality color, Wang Zheng is a typical red personality. He has a clear sense of love and hate, and does not know how to endure, let alone what a gentleman's revenge is. Ten years is not too late.

The old man once said that Wang Zheng can be an indomitable warrior, a general, a fierce general, but not a handsome talent, just because he doesn't know tolerance, because he doesn't know what it means to endure humiliation and burdens, and doesn't know what it means to decide later.

Even though Wang Zheng has become very dark and sinister to others for revenge for so many years, the blood in his bones has not faded. After the last battle, Wang Zheng's boiling heart has never calmed down.

Of course, the cruel life and reality are making Wang Zheng slowly understand the old man. At least, if the old man sees him now, he will definitely praise Wang Zheng for his great progress than before.

However, somehow, whenever he sees or thinks of the girl's eyes, Wang Zheng's heart is unprecedentedly quiet or peaceful, which is a very mysterious feeling, even magical.

Watching the No. 91 bus coming, Wang Zhenggui took out a coin and squeezed into the bus with some unspeakable expectations in his heart.

No. 91 comes from the city center and ends in the southern suburbs of the capital.

It was already evening. At the beginning of the night, the lights in the carriage were abnormally turned on. Most of the passengers were people who came home from work. Wang Zheng squeezed into the center of the carriage with expectation and looked around. The expectation turned out to become a reality, and there was a sudden and uncontrollable joy in his heart.

The girl, sitting in the window seat in the back half of the car, looked out of the window with big eyes, slightly raised the corners of her mouth and bent into a beautiful arc, looking peaceful in the noisy and crowded carriage.

This is the second time Wang Zheng has seen this girl. Somehow, Wang Zheng can always be infected by her emotions.

The rain outside the window hit the window. The rain in late summer and early autumn added a lot of coldness, and the windows were covered with a layer of light white fog by the gas exhaled by people.

The girl smiled slightly, with a faint warmth in her eyes, stretched out her white and slender fingers, gently tapped on the car window, and smiled again.

"With such a smile, she must be a girl in love." Wang Zheng thought that there was a slight sadness in his heart for no reason.

The girl's mobile phone was held in her hand and looked at it from time to time, as if she was waiting for something, but she did not show any impatience.

No. 91 bus has been driving in the rain in the capital for nearly an hour, and the pedestrians on the bus have changed several times, but it is still very crowded. The house prices in the Fifth Ring Road in the capital city are so expensive that they can't afford to rent. Many people can only choose to rent a house in the southern suburbs and take a long-distance bus to work every day.

The girl still smiled and looked at the light and shadow flashing outside the window, then stretched out a finger and carefully wrote two words in the white fog on the window:

Xu Fang.

Seeing this, Wang Zheng's heart suddenly felt an inexplicable pain.

The beautiful font is beautiful and elegant. The girl looked at the handwriting on the window and stretched out her hand to erase it, but when she reached out to her, she stopped and was still reluctant to wipe it away.

I don't know if it was shy or something, the girl's face was a little red, but the smile in her eyes never decreased. At this moment, Wang Zheng suddenly envied the man named Xu Fang, nothing else, just because he had such a girl who thought about him.

"Who is thinking about me in this world?" Wang Zheng raised his face, and the dim yellow light in the car shone on his face. The corners of his mouth were gently raised, and his smile was a little bitter.

Wang Zheng is a person who believes in feelings. This girl came to Wang Zheng's eyes, beautiful and indifferent, like Wang Zheng's dream.

Wang Da killer has been carrying on the front line of life and death for so many years, and there have been many dangerous circumstances where his life is on the line. Over the years, he has never thought about the affair between his children, and has never taken the initiative to be attracted to a girl, let alone have any love experience. Wang Zheng respected the old man very much and did what the old man said, sticking to his heart and strengthening himself.

Even if he guarded the three beautiful women with different temperaments, Shangguan Shishi, Shengfei and Han Xingye, Wang Zheng did not think otherwise, because he knew that his great revenge had not been revenged. If he pestered his children at this time, how could he be worthy of those comrades-in-arms who fell beside him?

Wang Zheng can't explain the origin of this feeling, whether it is admiration, pity, or other feelings. He was just looking calmly, watching the girl smile and be distracted.

Since you can't tell the feeling, you can appreciate it from afar.

This is the simplest and most direct idea in Wang Zheng's heart.

At this time, the No. 91 bus has stopped at the terminal, and it has been two hours since the bus came from the city.

At this time, the rain had stopped and the night became thicker. The girl got out of the car and walked slowly. Fortunately, there were many people in the southern suburbs. They were all rented by migrant workers or schoolers, so there was no need to worry too much about safety.

Wang Zheng followed from afar and watched the girl enter a community called Warm Home, and then got on the elevator. After a while, the light in the room on the eighth floor turned on, like a star in the night.

Wang Zheng looked up and narrowed his eyes. He didn't mean to go up, let alone peeping at the girl, and no matter whether she lived with the girl named Xu Fang or not, Wang Zheng was not interested in what she did and her age at home. Wang Da killer rarely became desireless. He I didn't want to destroy my peace of mind. I just looked up downstairs for ten minutes and then turned away.

If you are upset in the future, it may be a good choice to sit downstairs and look at the lights upstairs.

Twenty hours after Wang Zheng left his warm home in the southern suburbs, three men and one woman got off the plane at the northern suburbs international airport at the other end of the capital.