On October 6, 2013, 30-year-old Wu Wei married Long Xiaorou, who was three years older than her, at the Century Glory, a seven-star hotel in Beijing.
A pair of happy enemies quarreled for five or six years and finally got married.
Looking at his brother's happy face, Wu Qiao snuggled in Chen Jingang's arms, feeling very emotional. He thought about when he was just reborn, the little guy would hide behind him and cry.
However, after so many years, he has become a man of his own standing, and he pampers himself just like the man next to him.
Sometimes, even Long Xiaorou was extremely jealous.
Now the eldest son, the second son, and the third son are all thirteen years old, and the fourth son and the fifth son are ten years old. What I can't stand the most is the two of them showing off their affection.
Thinking of this, Wu Qiao couldn't help laughing out loud.
"Thank you for coming to Wu Wei's wedding today."
"He's still thanking me. Isn't that what you should do? I'm his brother-in-law."
Over the years, Wu Wei, as the leader of a leading enterprise in China, has done a lot of practical things for China.
Little did he know that the other party had also become his strongest support.
Chen Jingang hugged his wife's shoulders with relief. Neither his wife nor her family would be separated from him forever.
"Okay, let's go too and not disturb them."
The wedding banquet is over, and all that’s left is for friends to make a fuss in the bridal chamber.
Wu Qiao didn't want to see his brother in such an embarrassing state, so he pulled Chen Jingang away and left the child to his mother and grandfather.
The two of them rarely have so much free time, mainly because Chen Jingang is too busy.
So the couple walked around the pedestrian street for two hours like an ordinary couple, and then Chen Jingang left for a meeting.
Wu Qiao also drove towards the courtyard.
suddenly……
'Ring ring...'
Wu Qiao lowered his head to glance at the number on it, adjusted the brim of his hat, pulled down his mask, and told the bus driver that someone was getting off at the next stop.
After getting off the car, he walked to a deserted place and called Mo Huai.
Mo Huai has been looking for Bian Boyan for five or six years, but there is no clue at all.
"Mo Huai?"
"My dear master, how are you these days?"
"I'm fine. Any news on him?"
When asked this, Mo Huai paused for a moment.
"Young Master, we didn't find anyone, but we found a letter."
When he saw the letter, Mo Huai was so excited that he almost burst into tears, because the handwriting on the envelope was exactly in Bian Boyan's handwriting.
Letters after several years.
"Really? What does it say?"
"Young Master, I'm in Dongling Mountain. Please come here. I've brought you the letter."
"Okay, I'll go right away. I'm on Renmin Road. Send a car to pick me up."
Ten minutes later, the guards who had been protecting Wu Qiao in secret drove a car and took him to Dongling Mountain.
On Dongling Mountain, Mo Huai stood behind Dongfang Jin, while Dongfang Jin sat in front of the stone table.
It is early autumn now. Although the temperature on the mountain is a bit cool, the afternoon sun is still very warm.
Wu Qiao looked at the serious expressions on the two people's faces and walked over silently.
The envelope was placed in front of the stone table. For a moment, Wu Qiao was a little afraid to take it.
He paused for a long time before taking a step forward.
As a result, when she walked to the stone table, she saw Dongfang Jin waving his hand, motioning her to sit down.
Wu Qiao sighed deeply, "Master, do you... have something to say to me?"
"Qiao Qiao, none of us has read this letter. You... need to think it over carefully."
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