Wife and daughter died, the scumbag is celebrating the birthday of Bai Yueguang's child

Chapter 199: Die together or commit suicide for love?

On the other side, Li Huan carefully helped Gong Chen clean the wound.

"No big deal."

Gong Chen hummed, took out a cigarette and lit it.

After a moment of silence, Li Huan smiled bitterly: "You guessed that he would go to find Song Wanqiu, right?"

"Ah."

The light white mist added a bit of melancholy to the office.

Li Huan sighed, "I'm sorry. I don't have the face to beg you anymore. I told my mother about this matter. She just felt sorry for you and for not being able to discipline Li He."

Gong Chen dusted off his cigarette ash and said, "No need to say more. When the person is brought back, you can apologize to me again."

Li Huan paused. The fact that Gong Chen could say this meant that Li He could still come back alive, so he couldn't force it.

There was just one thing that struck him as odd.

"Your wedding was attended by so many bodyguards, how could Li He drive in on a motorcycle? Did you do it on purpose?"

Gong Chen raised his eyes, and his deep look explained everything.

"What could be more direct evidence than a bride running away with someone in public?"

"You... are so cruel. You even counted yourself in." Li Huan clasped his fists in admiration. After thinking for a few seconds, he felt something was wrong. "Since you still want to bring them back, why did you let them run away?"

Gong Chen exhaled white mist from his lips and narrowed his eyes and asked, "Do you remember the last time at the bar?"

"The time when Lin Zhiyi also went? What was the problem? Wasn't everything arranged?" Li Huan asked back.

He and Li He invested the majority of the money to open the bar.

However, he rarely went there, and the office became Li He's private lounge.

"I met Song Wanqiu on the way to your office. Apparently she was waiting for me there on purpose. If no one tipped her off, how could she have gotten away so quickly?"

"You mean that besides us, there was someone secretly helping Song Wanqiu?" Li Huan said in surprise.

"Song Wanqiu is desperate now, and will definitely go find that person."

"Who will it be?"

Li Huan's face darkened slightly, and he was lying when he said he was not worried about Li He.

But Li He is no longer a child, and he should bear all the consequences himself.

Gong Chen did not answer him. He smoked indifferently, with a dark tide in his eyes.

Li Huan didn't ask any more questions and changed the subject, "Then how do you know Shen Yan has evidence that Song Wanqiu is an impersonator?"

Gong Chen paused while smoking, stared into Li Huan's eyes and said, "If I say that the little girl in my dream reminded me, would you believe me?"

Li Huan was speechless because he had also dreamed of that little girl.

As soon as he finished speaking, the office door suddenly opened and Lin Zhiyi walked in directly.

Seeing that Gong Chen had a concussion but was still smoking, she frowned, walked up to him, took the cigarette from his hand, and put it out with force.

"Uncle, a concussion should be treated with rest, not excitement!"

Gong Chen paused slightly, his fingers still holding the cigarette, staring at Lin Zhiyi with an unclear expression. The last puff of smoke spilled from his lips, and the smoke hid the burning in his eyes.

"Concussion? How can I…"

Li Huan obviously hadn't reacted yet, and just as he opened his mouth he was interrupted shamelessly by someone.

"Yeah." The man nodded.

Li Huan shut his mouth, he couldn't bear to watch.

Lin Zhiyi didn't notice the looks of the two people and asked, "Doctor Li, what medicine should I take for concussion? What should I pay attention to?"

"Ah? Oh, I'll prescribe the medicine. As for the precautions, just be less angry, less stressed, and rest more." Li Huan glanced at Gong Chen.

The latter put his fingertips on his head, his eyes showing no trace of guilt.

Lin Zhiyi was standing by waiting for Li Huan to prescribe medicine, when Chen Jin knocked on the door and walked in.

"Third Master, you're on the trending search. Do you think you should remove it?"

Chen Jin looked a little embarrassed, as if he couldn't bring himself to talk about this trending search.

Li Huan joked as he typed on the computer, "Isn't it the case of a lonely groom being abandoned at the wedding?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhiyi immediately took out his cell phone to check.

She may not read anything else, but she has to read the content of this title.

After clicking it, she looked at Chen Jin with a bit of sympathy.

This hot search is really hard to describe.

Li Huan looked at the hot searches on the computer screen, held his breath and looked at Gong Chen: "I didn't expect that even though Song Wanqiu was like this, there were still fans defending her."

"Fans say that you and Song Wanqiu have been together for three years and you still can't satisfy her. It's obviously you who can't do that. I told you not to ruin her happiness."

"Ahem, you better ask Chen Jin to retract these nonsense. It will affect your reputation."

Gong Chen glanced at the screen, and when he looked up he saw Lin Zhiyi pursing her lips and smiling.

He said calmly: "It doesn't matter if I can do it or not, as long as someone knows it."

The office suddenly became quiet.

Lin Zhiyi was reading netizens' comments. When she suddenly heard these words, Chen Jin and Li Huan looked at her at the same time.

Suddenly, she felt a burning sensation on her back.

She wanted to refute, but she...really knew.

In bed, Gong Chen is completely different from the usual Shen Leng he sees, he is really overbearing and tossing.

Lin Zhiyi didn't want to think about those details at all, but the scenes that seemed like they were from another world kept popping up in her mind frame by frame.

She even remembered clearly the scene when they first accidentally met.

At this moment, Gong Chen held his chin and gazed at her, his deep eyes reflecting her flushed cheeks.

Lin Zhiyi put down his phone, turned around and said, "I'll go to the pharmacy to get the medicine."

After the others left, Li Huan came back to his senses and looked at Gong Chen with a little surprise.

"You...she...you are quite innocent, but you can't just let the internet talk nonsense, right?"

Gong Chen said indifferently: "It's good. No one has approached me to discuss marriage in the past year."

After listening to this, Li Huan immediately gave a thumbs up.

Cattle!

"What about Lin Zhiyi?"

"Don't worry about it."

……

When Lin Zhiyi came back from getting the medicine, Gong Chen had just finished chatting with Li Huan.

When he stood up, his body shook a little, and Lin Zhiyi immediately stepped forward to support him.

"Uncle, are you okay? Do you want to be hospitalized?"

"No, things have gotten pretty serious today, and the hospital isn't safe."

"Okay." Lin Zhiyi handed over the medicine. "Your medicine, the directions for use are on the box. I'm leaving now."

Gong Chen frowned, did not take the medicine, and glanced at Chen Jin.

Chen Jin understood immediately, covered her stomach, and handed the car keys to Lin Zhiyi.

"Ms. Lin, please take Master San back home. I can't stand the stomachache any more."

"Assistant Chen, your acting is so fake."

Lin Zhiyi refused to take the key.

After all, she had seen Song Wanqiu's superb acting skills. How could Chen Jin's expression look like she couldn't bear the stomachache?

Gong Chen didn't say anything. He took the car keys from Chen Jin's hand and walked straight downstairs.

Chen Jin still held her stomach: "Ms. Lin, the Third Master has a concussion and is prone to dizziness. It's not safe to drive."

Lin Zhiyi looked at the disappearing figure, pursed her lips, and followed him unhappily.

Chen Jin put down her hands that were covering her stomach and sighed.

"These two will break up sooner or later without me."

Lin Zhiyi chased to the car and knocked on the driver's window, and the back seat window slowly rolled down.

Gong Chen handed over the car keys and said coldly, "Go to Suhewan's residence."

Suhewan is the private residence where Gong Chen most often lives.

Lin Zhiyi stared at the man in the back seat and whispered angrily: "Despicable!"

He clearly knew she would follow.

Gong Chen closed his eyes and rested: "I heard it."

Lin Zhiyi bit her lip and got into the car, slamming the door shut. She looked at the central control of the luxury car, feeling a little at a loss as to where to start.

I recited the driving mantra silently in my mind, and the car rushed out suddenly, then braked suddenly again.

After Gong Chen stabilized his body, he raised his eyes slightly and said, "Are you planning to die with me? Or are you planning to die for love?"

"What do you mean by suicide? I just haven't driven this car before! I'll be fine soon!"

Lin Zhiyi lifted her hair and touched the central control for a long time, her neck turned red.

In the back seat, the man looked at her profile, his eyes like the deep night sky, impossible to see through.