Han Wangwang received Jiang Zhen's message, took a look, and asked Jiang Zhen: "Where are you? Are you in danger?"
After sending the message, Han Wangwang asked Han Yueyun, "Dad, is the person who sent the item to me in danger?"
Han Wangwang left today without having dinner. Han Yueyun felt sorry for his daughter who was still hungry, so he took off his suit and went to the kitchen to make dinner for his daughter himself.
Hearing Han Wangwang's question, Han Yueyun sighed, "Getting involved in this kind of thing is bound to be dangerous."
Hearing this, Han Wangwang became even more worried about Jiang Zhen's situation. She asked Jiang Zhen again on WeChat: "Do you want to come to my place? I'll ask my father to send someone to protect you."
Jiang Zhen was probably busy and didn't reply to the message.
Waiting for no reply, Han Wangwang put down her phone and went to the kitchen refrigerator to look for something to eat. She searched the refrigerator thoroughly but couldn't find any ice cream, so she asked her father, "Don't you eat ice cream?"
"You kids like that kind of stuff."
Han Wangwang curled her lips in disapproval and said, "As soon as you left, my mom bought two big boxes of ice cream for the refrigerator and ate them every day at noon and at night."
Han Yueyun put down the knife, narrowed his eyes, and asked her: "Did your mother eat the ice cream secretly?"
"Um."
"This person..." Han Yueyun immediately wiped his hands and went to the living room to make a phone call.
Han Wangwang stood in the kitchen, her ears perked up, listening to her father bitterly scolding Lin Jiao'e. On the other end of the phone, Lin Jiao'e was like a good child, nodding non-stop.
After Han Yueyun finished speaking, Lin Jiao'e asked him, "Where is your daughter?"
"...Um."
"What are you going there for? She even lied to me and said she was going to practice with her math teacher. This girl!"
Han Yueyun glanced back at Han Wangwang and explained vaguely, "If you missed me, just come and see me."
"She has to study tomorrow!"
"Okay, I'll ask the driver to take her back tomorrow."
"You just spoil her."
Han Yueyun talked to his wife for a few more minutes before hanging up the phone.
He put down the phone, turned around and saw Han Wangwang secretly eating pickled radish, so he told her: "This is a gift from the driver. His mother pickled the pickled radish and it tastes good. I often eat it with rice."
"Your life is so hard, eating radishes every day." After saying that, Han Wangwang threw another piece of radish into his mouth.
Han Yueyun picked up the knife and continued cutting vegetables, saying as she did so, "How did you get through security with that thing on your back?" If the airport found any powdery substances in her bag, they would screen it very strictly.
Han Wangwang said: "I called my great-grandfather and told him about this. He personally greeted the people at the airport." Han Wangwang may not trust others, but she trusts her great-grandfather Han Aoyu 100%.
“No wonder.”
Han Yueyun's cooking skills were not very good, so he just made a flat plate of stir-fried pork with sour radish and a meat and egg soup, which was his dinner.
Han Wangwang is not picky about food. After she had eaten and drunk her fill, she saw that Jiang Zhen had not replied to her message yet, and she couldn't help but feel a little worried about him.
Han Wangwang sent another message to Jiang Zhen: [Hey, you haven't told me your name yet.]
Jiang Zhen stood by the sea, gazing at the turbulent sea below the cliff, when his phone rang again. He lowered his head to read the message, but without replying, he simply uninstalled WeChat.
There's no need for a scumbag like him to get involved with such an outstanding girl.
Jiang Zhen had just deleted the WeChat message when he heard footsteps. Poison Scorpion and his men were coming down.
He turned around and looked at the four or five men behind him.
Jiang Zhen stared at the poisonous scorpion for two seconds, then his gaze shifted to the poisonous scorpion's right hand. It was with this right hand that he shot and killed Duan Wuyang, leaving him behind in the cold sea.
"Little mouse, climbed up the lampstand to steal oil and can't get down. Meow meow meow, the cat is coming, get down here." The poisonous scorpion started to sing a song with a funny tune, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Jiang Zhen was full of mockery.
Obviously, in his eyes, Jiang Zhen was the little mouse that stole oil from the lampstand, and he was the majestic cat.
Jiang Zhen didn't even frown as he listened to the Poison Scorpion's singing and said, "Stop singing, it's disgusting."
The scorpion's song came to an abrupt halt.
He looked at Jiang Zhen in amazement, realizing that he had a face that looked like something God had blessed him with. "So Mu Feng is so... beautiful." Jiang Zhen's appearance resembled his mother's, with handsome features that had a feminine beauty.
"They say Mu Feng never reveals his true face. It's such an honor to meet him today!" Poison Scorpion pretended to take off his hat, then performed a standard yet comical aristocratic etiquette towards Jiang Zhen. "Hello, Master Mu Feng, I'm Poison Scorpion!"
When he looked up, the poisonous scorpion's eyes changed. The smile was gone, and there was a bloody and vicious look in them.
"I know, Poison Scorpion." Jiang Zhen said to the grass in front of him, "That night, you shot and killed Uncle Duan here with your own hands."
Hearing this, Poison Scorpion showed a slightly surprised expression. "You were there that night?" Since he was there, yet he was able to hide in the shadows and silently watch them commit the crime, it seems he has a strong mental strength.
Poison Scorpion is a person who values talent, and he suddenly doesn't want to force Jiang Zhen into a desperate situation anymore.
The Poison Scorpion said to Jiang Zhen, "Mu Feng, do you want to work with me? As long as you hand over the things and agree to work with me, I will definitely not treat you unfairly."
"Heh..." Jiang Zhen laughed and mocked the Poison Scorpion: "You shouldn't be called Poison Scorpion, you should be called Weasel, the Weasel that pays New Year's greetings to the chickens."
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