Chapter 210 Sneak into Song's House! ( Attached is a big seal and an outbreak notice)

"It's getting late. I'm going back too. Take your time to clean it up. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning." Wang Zheng looked at his watch and said.

"I really don't need it. I'll be embarrassed to bother you like this." Ningxia insisted.

"All right." Seeing that Ningxia insisted so much, Wang Zheng didn't say anything. He smiled and said goodbye to this small room that gave him peace of mind.

However, Wang Zheng's mood was much better at the thought of seeing the owner of these eyes often in the future.

What Wang Zheng didn't know was that there was such a sentence in Ningxia's diary that night:

Life always has unexpected warmth and endless hope.

............

Looking at the time, Wang Zheng suddenly remembered a man, so he called a taxi and said, "Master, go to Xinhua Road and drive faster."

"Okay, I dare not say anything else. I will definitely fly there at an ultra-low altitude." The driver laughed and stepped on the accelerator.

Xinhua Road from the southern suburbs to the northern suburbs needs to pass through the whole capital city. This period will be very congested, but since Wang Zheng asked for a little faster, the driver must take the overpass of the outer ring. Although it is a little detour, the speed will be much faster.

Maybe ordinary people don't know, but Wang Zheng knows very well that there is a large manor on Xinhua Road in the northern suburbs, in which there is a generation of meritorious old men in the Republic of China - Mr. Song.

Mr. Song Jingli once followed Su Fuhua to fight the world. At that time, in the First Army, Su Fuhua was the commander and Song Jingli served as the political commissar of the Army Group. The First Army transferred to more than half of China and won one battle after another. Over the years, it has hardly suffered defeat. Su Fuhua and Song Jingli are also rumored to be the best partners. As long as the two participate in the battle together, the First Army will be invincible.

Later, in the political arena, Song Jingli was also the most solid supporter of Su Fuhua. He corrected his position well and was not suspected by Su Fuhua because of his meritor or his uncompetence. Song Jingli clearly understood that he could not defeat Su Fuhua, so it would be better to continue to maintain so many years of friendship. In that stormy decade, in the decade when the cunning rabbit died and the running dog cooked, many meritorious officials and famous generals were persecuted with harsh humiliation, including even the old man He Yan, a generation of marshals who died unjustly. However, Song Jingli was stable, and no one dared to touch him for nothing else, just because he had Su Fuhua's sea god needle on it.

There is no doubt that Song Jingli is in politics. Only by standing in the right position in the struggle can he have the title of tumbler in the political world.

However, in recent years, Song Jingli has been dedicated to raising flowers and grass, staying in his home and not asking about political affairs. Everything of the Song family has been handed over to his eldest son Song Mingwei to deal with.

Obviously, Song Mingwei is the spokesperson of the Song family and the head of the Song family sooner or later.

As for Song Mingsheng, the second son who looks unemployed, there is no possibility of inheriting the position of the head of the family.

However, the relationship between the two brothers has always been not good. Song Mingwei, the eldest brother, looks honest, vigorous and tough in politics. At a young age, he has become the deputy secretary of the Capital Municipal Party Committee, and even the Secretary of the Capital Municipal Party Committee has to give him five points. Moreover, the current Secretary of the Capital Municipal Party Committee also understands that he will make way for Song Mingwei sooner or later. After all, the other party's * is too tough.

As for Song Mingsheng, the second brother, this guy looks a little dimp. He founded the Song Media Group and became the big boss of the Chinese entertainment industry. He also eats both men and women and is not interested in politics. Mr. Song Jingli was most unscustomed to him, and he was also extremely disappointed with his second son. The relationship between the father and son was once tense to the freezing point.

However, although Song Mingsheng is arrogant, he is not a person who does not know the depth, but also a person with his own ideas. The tiger father has no son, the son of Mr. Song, even if again, he must be an extraordinary figure.

Wang Zheng still remembers Song Mingsheng's kneeling for himself. If before that, Song Mingsheng's score in Wang Zheng's heart was two points, then after kneeling, his score would instantly rise to nine points. The son of a generation of famous generals, with such an extraordinary status and dignity is more important than life, can actually endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens. Once a person kneels, the future achievements of such a person will be far beyond people's imagination.

It is not uncommon for brothers to wall among famous families. No one knows whether this Song Mingsheng is hiding his shortcomings or keeping a low profile. Maybe he is a poisonous snake that seems to be hibernating, as if humans and animals are harmless, but he doesn't know when he will jump out and release a deadly letter.

Wang Zheng got out of the car far away and walked for a kilometer before arriving at Xinhua Road.

Observing the surrounding terrain, Wang Zheng's figure disappeared into the darkness and squinted at the large garden in the distance.

A manor covering an area of several mu, and several small buildings stand in it. This is where the main figures of the Song family live. Song Mingwei also lives in it, and his daughters Song Ziye and Song Haixing also live there.

The place where Mr. Song lives must be heavily guarded. In addition to the sentry at the door and the guards patrolling with guns, there will be many plainclothes and hidden whistles around. Once suspicious people are found, they will not hesitate to take action immediately.

However, in a moment, Wang Zheng found at least three secret whistles in his casual clothes, but he did not deliberately hide himself. He just pretended to be an ordinary pedestrian and passed by the door of the Song family manor.

When walking through the dead corners of the two cameras, Wang Zheng ran a few steps, directly over the wall and disappeared into the garden of the Song family.

As the future owner of the Song family, Song Mingwei's family lives in a small building alone, and her daughter Song Ziye lives upstairs.

However, at this time, Song Ziye has not come back yet. Once this Miss Song has thrown herself into her career, she will have a lifeless energy. It is estimated that she is still working overtime in the office.

Song Mingwei has a party tonight, so he came back late, but he is good at drinking and usually won't get drunk.

Entering his room, Song Mingwei turned on the light and was about to take off his coat, only to find a man standing behind the door! There is no sound!

Song Mingwei only felt that his hair was about to explode, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated!

Strangers came to the vigilant Song family's old house! What does this mean? Song Mingwei doesn't have to think about it. He directly pressed the alarm next to the door!

As long as this button is pressed, the guard of the Song family will come immediately!

Wang Zheng stood behind the door with a smile and looked at Song Mingwei, with no intention of stopping him at all.

However, when Song Mingwei touched the alarm, he found that he couldn't press it at all!

has been pressed several times, but the alarm doesn't ring!

Looking at Song Mingwei's laborious appearance, Wang Zheng said helplessly, "Don't be busy. That thing has been damaged by me. You can't ring it even if you press it all night."

At least Song Mingwei is also a person who has seen the big scene. Hearing Wang Zheng's words, he understands that the other party is completely prepared. Since he can break through the dark whistles into his room, he must be sure not to let himself leave alive.

Thinking of this, Song Mingwei calmed down instead. Since the other party has come here, he must be sure to leave. He must have what he wants in his hands. Your life is also guaranteed.

Wang Zheng walked to Song Mingwei, smiled and said, "Mayor Song, do you know me?"

"Wang Zheng? It's you!" After Song Mingwei carefully identified it, he was shocked!

"I think you not only know me, but I'm afraid you also know me very well." Wang Zheng stretched out his hand and pressed it on Song Mingwei's waist.

Song Mingwei felt a tingling pain from his waist, and immediately lost his strength. He couldn't stand and sat on the ground like a ball of mud!

"Now, we can have a good chat." Wang Zheng also squatted down with a chilling smile on his face: "I want you to tell me what's going on with that bomb in Ningxia?"

Song Mingwei sat on the ground weakly, and the sweat on his body soaked his clothes in an instant, just because of Wang Zheng's question!

"I don't know, I really don't know..." Song Mingwei's forehead was full of shiny sweat!

"Do you really not know?"

Wang Zheng smiled more and more brilliantly, and a silver needle in his hand raised and pierced the back of Song Mingwei's neck!

"I'm really not in the mood to waste time with people like you."

When the silver needle entered the body, Song Mingwei only felt that he seemed to be bitten by thousands of ants! These ants seemed to crawl in their limbs and bite their flesh and blood crazily. The extremely painful tear made Song Mingwei miserable!

However, his strength is now drained and it is difficult for him to speak, let alone resist or escape.

Wang Zheng narrowed his eyes and said, "This is the poison I configured. Others can't untie it. You have just been poisoned now, which will make you more painful in the later stage. If you cooperate with me obediently, maybe I will think about it and detoxify you.

However, in just five seconds, Song Mingwei seemed to have come back from hell. His face was covered with sweat and his hair was soaked. The pain just now was really unbearable to look back. Song Mingwei absolutely didn't want to bear that pain again!

With a big gasp, Song Mingwei nodded with difficulty.

"Okay, I... tell you."

PS: Thank you for your support of the favorite brother, Aunt Xiaomu and the post-90s Shun Tianfeng children's shoes, thank you for your favorite monthly ticket, and thank you for the comrades who have specially filled members for our evil king, and those new partners who have joined the group of evil kings, warmly welcome.

Thanks to Qianlongzhiyuan, a group of good friends.

In particular, I would like to thank my favorite to sit in my arms. To be honest, the sentence you said before, "There are only two books on my bookshelf, the Urban Evil King and the Hot King", which made me happy for three days.

Well, I'm narcissistic again.

Yesterday, I saved the manuscript crazily for a week and sent it all at once. It felt really good. As a result, I began to be sad that there was no manuscript today, and then I wrote it chapter by chapter.

After learning the news of Dafeng, I was very excited and entangled, because the end of the year is the busiest time for the unit. There are piles of materials that need to be sorted out and summarized. I can only save manuscripts after work, just so that Dafeng can explode on this day and make everyone feel good.

Aunt Mu took good care of me and let me fulfill my ten-time promise. ( Omit a thousand words here, I originally typed a few sentences, and then I felt that it was too**. If it swings, it will be deleted.)

After fighting for a week, I used to be a handsome young man. Now the dark circles and eye bags are extremely obvious on my face. After drinking coffee, I can fall asleep. When my colleagues in the unit see me, they will say with concern, "I just got married, so I have to take it easy."

I'll take it easy... sister...

Every time I explain that I'm too late for the manuscript, others will look at me with a very ambiguous look, and then interrupt me and say, "Don't explain, don't explain, I know, we all understand."

I...you know wool...

I'm a handicapped party, but to be honest, the feeling of the explosion is also quite cool.

So...so...so I decided to break out irregularly in the future to make everyone happy and make myself happy.

Now it is 178, and after 200, we will immediately update five times!

Not only needs the quantity, but also needs to be written to be satisfied. I will immerse myself in typing.