Chapter 638

“……” Shen Guotao widened his eyes and stared at him without blinking. He couldn't believe his ears.

Yi Meiling and the driver?

Yes, yes!

This also can explain, why that division opportunity even life all don't want, work for her, originally unexpectedly is so!

"Have you figured it out?" High wing Yin compassion of stare at him, "so, now can promise me?"? I want not only Gao family, but also Gao family. Of course, if you don't have to choose, you will be ruined. I'll give you time to think about it. Two days. Is that enough? "

Shen Guotao has been completely paralyzed, the whole person seems to have no bones in general, soft against the chair, can not say a word.

If he could, he would not choose to do that.

He and Gao Yu, Gao Yu gave his life for this, and now he is blind.

But he never thought that the woman gave birth to a pair of sons, not one. If he had killed Gao Yi at the beginning, it would not have happened now.

It's just, it's no use regretting.

It's already happened. What he has to do is, how can he choose himself, and perhaps, according to what he said, can he keep himself?

No!

Gao Yi is no longer the child who had no strength to bind a chicken. Now he is obviously more capable than Gao Zhan, not to mention he is now united with Rong Si.

No, he must not let him threaten himself.

Therefore, high wing must die, must die!

Gao Yi looked at him coolly and said, "don't think about killing me. I tell you, before you start, all your criminal evidence will be handed over. At that time, you will be with Tang Helin for the rest of your life! I promise, the biggest beneficiaries are Rong Hua and Yi Jianzhang. "

With that, he gave a cold hum, slowly stood up from the chair, gave him another meaningful glance, turned around and walked away.

Shen Guotao is still in the middle of wandering, looking at Gao Yi's back, the hands that fall on both sides, tightly clenched into fists, issued a "click" sound.

……

Yi Jia

Rong Hua is sitting on the sofa in the study, holding a picture in her hand, and her eyes are staring at that picture.

The photo is a group photo of Yan Zitong and her daughter. Rong Zheng is also in the photo.

Her fingers pressed Ding Xinmin tightly, and the picture was crumpled by her.

She looked at the photos in her eyes, just like a ghost who had just climbed out of hell, gloomy and frightening, "whoosh" shooting cold light.

Another hand holding a women's cigarette, now smoke rising, lingering in the nose.

Take a deep breath, twist out the cigarette, put the photo in your pocket and get up to go out.

"Are you going out, ma'am?" Seeing her walking towards the yard, the servant asked, "I'll call the driver for you."

"No!" Rong Hua stopped, "I'll just drive myself. I'll be back soon."

The servant nodded. "I see, ma'am."

Rong Hua drove out and drove a very ordinary Volkswagen car. He didn't take any with him. He didn't even take his cell phone with him.

This is a villa community which is not far away from Yijia villa. Rong Hua's car drives into a villa.

Villa is not very big, is the smallest unit in the whole community.

The yard is very clean, with several iron trees. The small yard is only enough to put down a car.

I heard the sound of the car and someone came out.

"Ma'am." A middle-aged woman called Rong Hua respectfully and bowed 30 degrees to her.

Rong Hua did not answer, just a light look at her, toward the villa door.

The middle-aged woman quickly followed her.

"How is he? How are you doing? " Rong Hua asked the woman in a deep voice.

The woman nodded quickly, "don't worry, madam. Everything is fine. It's the same as before. There's nothing wrong with the body. "

"Well, I'll go down and have a look." He said as he walked towards the room.

The middle-aged woman didn't follow and turned to the kitchen.

Rong Hua's study is full of books. Go to the desk, press one of the places, the bookcase on the wall moved to both sides, a door appeared.

Rong Hua walked towards the door with a solemn expression.

The rooms in the basement are exquisitely decorated. It's impossible to see the basement at all. It gives people a sense of high-end and high-grade.

Rong Hua stood at the door, looking into the room.

Directly opposite her, a man in a wheelchair with his back to her.

The figure is a little thin. The white shirt is very loose on the body. It doesn't fit at all. In front of the window, there are streams, rockeries, water lilies, swimming fish. It looks like the scenery is very good.

But it's not a real scene at all, it's just an electronic projection.This is a room in the basement. How can there be windows and such a beautiful view.

Rong Hua stood at the door, silent, quietly looking at his back, very distracted, eyes blinking, as if watching a landscape painting that fascinated her.

Unlike her usual conceit, arrogance, coldness and publicity, she looks tender and full of femininity.

Her eyes are full of nostalgia and obsession, just like a little woman in love, looking at her beloved man.

This moment is quiet, comfortable and peaceful.

She didn't want to talk, she didn't want to break the moment. If every day can be like this, even if there is no verbal communication between them, she is also satisfied and willing to live like this for a lifetime.

"Now that you're here, why don't you come in and sit down?" She is immersed in her beautiful deep love, and the man in front of her opens her mouth.

His voice is gentle without any ups and downs, is her familiar voice, did not turn around, still back to her.

Rong Hua revived, raised a faint smile, and walked towards him. Standing beside him, looking at the false window in front of him along his line of sight, "how are you?"

The man looked up and looked at her indifferently.

He looked like he was in his sixties. His hair was half white, and his face was a little pale, similar to that of Rong Si. Looking at her calm eyes, with a touch of alienation and indifference, she turned her wheelchair and said, "you can still see me and talk to me. Not dead, that's good. "

Rong Hua's brow twisted for a while, his eyes deeply looked at him, looking at his eyes is very complex. Is that kind of full of love with hate, but also that kind of love and resentment. Take a deep breath, look at him and say, "brother, do you have to talk to me like this?"