Chapter 176: On the verge of death
The light snow melted as soon as it hit the ground. The white snow was stepped on by people and crushed by cars, turning into a dirty black and gray.
Su Su didn't dare to look back to meet Zhang Bocheng's eyes. He shrank his body and stared at the car window. He felt that at this moment, he was the mud on the ground that was stuck to the wheels and had to be rubbed.
Everything that happened in Haicheng not long ago was like a nightmare.
Losing tens of millions in the gambling city, being asked for money by the manager in a ferocious manner, and being unable to contact Zhang Bocheng.
The confused and terrified Su Su quickly guessed that this was a trap.
To dare to set a trap for Su Su at this time, Zhang Bocheng must have approved it, or Zhang Bocheng was the one who set it up.
"—Brother, you have to behave yourself when you return to the Magic City. Can Xie Jinchuan help you pay off your 50 million gambling debts, and can he continue to help you pay off your 100 million gambling debts? You, how can you be so stupid? It's said that small gambling is fun, but gambling 100 million, tsk, do you really think that my money, Zhang Bocheng, came from the wind?"
Su Su closed his eyes in pain, and bit his lips tightly, otherwise he was afraid that he would rush over and strangle Zhang Bocheng to death.
Soon he hated himself again, why did he feel like he was possessed by the devil at that time. He
clearly realized that it was Zhang Bocheng who set a trap for him, why did he let the manager of the gambling city seduce him to sit at the gambling table again?
He thought very simply, maybe he could win again, so when Li said that Xie Jinchuan could not pay back the 50 million that he deposited into his account, so that he could make a comeback, he hesitated for a few seconds and actually agreed.
He was too stupid, the debt was like a snowball, getting more and more...
The car stopped at the traffic light, and Zhang Bocheng paused his vicious words, and his gloomy eyes withdrew from Su Su's profile.
There is no hurry, just keep Su Su like this, let him be terrified every day, and live a life worse than death.
Zhang Bocheng turned his head and looked out the car window expressionlessly.
Suddenly, he saw a bright and smiling face with pupils trembling slightly.
There is a shopping mall on the street. The mall is holding an end-of-year event. There are red colored gates at the door, and various human-shaped dolls are jumping and handing out flyers.
Zhang Bocheng's violent heart swayed violently along with the jumping rabbit-shaped dolls, as if when he was a child, his father held his younger brother and did not forget to pull his hand to buy him a rabbit balloon and put it in his hand.
He closed his eyes, thinking painfully in his heart, why is his younger brother not his father's child, when he still remembers his father's excitement when his younger brother was born after so many years.
The countdown of the red light quickly returned to zero.
At this time, the phone rang again. Zhang Bocheng picked up the phone and the person on
the other end said something. He replied softly. After this call, Zhang Bocheng did not say anything to Su Su on the rest of the journey.
However, Su Su discovered early that the driver was not taking the road back to Zhang's house.
"Mr. Su, please get out of the car." The car stopped in a deep alley. As soon as it stopped, a man in a black suit opened the door.
Su Su turned around suddenly, with a look of panic on her face: "Brother, you promised me in Haicheng that you would give me the things when you return to Modu."
Zhang Bocheng said coldly: "Su Su, don't hate me, get out!"
Seeing this, the man in the black suit immediately stepped forward to pull Su Su out of the car. Su Su suddenly rushed towards Zhang Bocheng: "Brother, I don't dare to do it anymore. Let me go, I will be obedient, and I will return my identity to..."
Zhang Bocheng's face suddenly darkened, he raised his hand and grabbed Su Su's neck, and Su Su's words were instantly choked in his throat.
Pupils dilated, black patches appeared in front of his eyes, and the fear of impending death made Su Su unable to even have the consciousness to resist.
Zhang Bocheng really wanted to kill him.
The man in the black suit seemed to see that Su Su was about to suffocate, and whispered: "Third Young Master, he is dying."
Zhang Bocheng paused with a violent look in his heart, looked at the man in front of him who kept rolling his eyes, and finally let go of his hand.
A heart-wrenching cough sounded in the car, and the man in the black suit quickly pulled Su Su out of the car.
The car door closed quickly, and Zhang Bocheng looked down at his still trembling hands and exhaled a foul breath.
"Third Young Master, are you going home?"
"No, to the hotel."
"Okay."
The black luxury car had just backed out of the alley when Zhang Bocheng received another call from Zhang Fucheng.
The superior who is busy with all kinds of affairs will hardly call him once a year. This time he is indeed very cautious.
Zhang Bocheng picked up the phone with a flash of mockery in his eyes.
"Hello, father."
"Please keep an eye on him before he goes to the imperial capital to take up his post. A family reunion party will be held at home in a week. There can't be any mistakes before that. Your mother has been feeling unwell recently. Don't let outsiders disturb her."
Outsiders?
Zhang Bocheng clasped the phone tightly with his fingers. Isn't he talking about Shen Xingyi?
He lowered his eyes and said, "I know, father. I will prepare well for the family reunion party."
There was silence on the phone for a moment. The man on the other side was decisive and never let anyone disobey him.
His son and wife were no exception.
"- You should know the pros and cons of the matter, Bocheng. I have always trusted you. Don't let me down."
"Don't worry, father. I know the importance."
Beep beep!
The person on the other end hung up the phone first, and Zhang Bocheng threw his phone out, hitting the car door with a dull thud.
He gritted his teeth, feeling restless and depressed.
Su Su should have been dealt with in Haicheng, but Zhang Fucheng got the news even though he was in a meeting in the imperial capital.
With his intervention, Su Su could not be dealt with, and Zhang Bocheng could only swallow his anger.
But Zhang Fucheng actually held a family recognition banquet to introduce Su Su to everyone.
What about his brother?
Will he never be able to reunite with him and his mother?
"Third Master, there's a traffic jam ahead. A car slipped and another car drove too fast and crashed into it at the triangular intersection. It's snowing now and the road conditions are bad. We may have to wait for a few minutes."
Zhang Bocheng rolled down the car window, and the cold air and noisy whistle sounds suddenly came in.
A few small snowflakes fell on the car, and Zhang Bocheng raised his hand to touch it. As soon as he touched the coolness, the mobile phone at his feet rang again.
"Oh, this is fucking interesting. Could it be that this old man has nothing to do because he was fired?" Zhang Bocheng was furious. The driver in front of him was as still as a mountain, as if he didn't hear anything.
But when Zhang Bocheng picked up the phone and saw the caller, his anger instantly turned into confusion.
Huo Qiao?
Why would he call him?
The phone rang for a long time, and when it was about to be hung up, Zhang Bocheng picked it up.
"Hello? Master Huo, you are so free that you called me? I haven't had time to congratulate you for being trained as the heir by Chairman Cui at such a young age."
"Third Master, I heard that you went back to Shanghai. I wonder when I can get together with you."
"Master Huo is in such a good mood? Is it just the two of us?" Zhang Bocheng looked out the window nonchalantly. The accident in front should have been handled by someone, and the car was moving forward slowly.
"If Third Master thinks there are too many people, then it's just me."
"Master Huo, you are joking," Zhang Bocheng sneered, "I wonder if Pei Yuzhi has any advice?"
Huo Qiao said in a normal tone: "Third Master, you are joking. Pei Yuzhi and I are on Futian West Road right now. I'll send you the address on WeChat later."
Zhang Bocheng's smile disappeared, and he couldn't guess what Huo Qiao and Pei Yuzhi wanted to do.
Who knew Huo Qiao continued: "By the way, Qin Junjun and a friend are attending a concert next door and will be coming over soon. I hope the Third Master doesn't mind."
Zhang Bocheng's breathing suddenly became faster.
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