The child's terrible body was revealed in the refrigerator. Although it had spent a lot of money to repair it, the damage was really serious because the car fell from a bridge that was seven or eight meters high, so the plastic surgeon could only do this.

Na Xianpeng stared at his son's body for a few seconds, waved his hand, and his subordinates understood and closed the large drawer of the refrigerator.

Then Xianpeng stood there without moving, closing his eyes tightly, not knowing what he was thinking?

His subordinates can only stand with him.

"Who has smoke?"

Then Xianpeng suddenly spoke.

A bodyguard hurriedly took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket and took out one for him to light.

Na Xianpeng took a deep breath.

The old man on duty in charge of the morgue was about to come forward and say that smoking was not allowed here, but someone stopped him in time and a red banknote was stuffed into his pocket.

The old man opened his mouth, made no sound, and turned around and left.

Then, the ash was growing. Just when he was not sure where to flick, a bodyguard reached out.

Na Xianpeng glanced at him and bombed the ashes in his hands.

After smoking a cigarette, the first pamper walked out.

There were a lot of people standing outside, including housekeepers, lawyers, subordinates, and dozens of people, all watching him quietly and waiting for his order.

"It's all gone! If you have anything to do, go to my office tomorrow morning."

That Xianpeng stepped towards his Rolls-Royce Head Phantom.

Everyone watched him get into the car.

There was an idea in these people's minds, that was a person who was always doing big things, his biological son died, but there was no sign of anything unusual.

"Where are you going now?"

"Call Shimeng and said I will arrive in half an hour and ask her to prepare the bath water, get some food, and make some wine."

"good!"

The secretary started calling.

Half an hour later, the first friend appeared in the high-end community near Yanjing University of Economics and Trade.

He just knocked on the door and it opened.

Zong Shimeng, wearing cartoon pajamas, squatted down and said softly: "Left foot!"

First, Peng raised his left foot, Zong Shimeng took off his leather shoes that were made of pure hand-sewn, lambskin, and put on light and soft slippers, followed by his right foot.

Then, my friend walked into the house, looked at the living room, and then went around another house, "Where is the child?"

"After receiving your call, I asked my mother to take the child away."

Zong Shimeng rented another house in this community. Whenever the first friend came over, she asked her mother to take the child to live there.

Then the first punk nodded.

"Eat first or take a shower first?"

Zong Shimeng took off his coat again.

"Take a bath first."

"good!"

Zong Shimeng took off the pants of her husband again, followed by her shirt, underwear, and socks.

Then Xianpeng stood at the bathroom door, and he would only move when Zong Shimeng said he would raise his hand and legs.

The bare-fruit Napeng went into the bathroom and soaked in hot water.

Zong Shimeng went to the living room first and turned on the speakers. The sound of Jingyun drums came from the speakers in the bathroom.

Na Xianpeng is a descendant of the Eight Banners. He is native to Yanjing. He likes to have a folk art. Every time he takes a bath, he likes to listen to a passage.

Zong Shimeng took off her pajamas and walked into the bathroom wearing only three-point underwear.

Na Xianpeng was lying in the huge round bathtub with his eyes closed.

Zong Shimeng lifted her snow-white and slender calf and walked into the bathtub.

She picked up the towel and twisted it wet it. She gently wiped the face of the first punk, then the neck, chest, and arms... About ten minutes later, the first punk said.

Zong Shimeng hurriedly got up, took off the bathrobe made of Egyptian velvet cotton from the wall, put it on for the Xianpeng, and took another dry towel to wipe his head dry.

Na Xianpeng walked to the restaurant, and there were four side dishes on the table and a bottle of Wuliangye.

The four side dishes are pork critters, peanuts, fried black fungus with cabbage and sausage.

The food is very ordinary, but it is what my friend likes to eat.

He was born into a civilian and was not picky about food. He was satisfied with having a portion of pig miscellaneous food.

Then I poured a glass of wine and started eating slowly.

Zong Shimeng wiped her body dry, changed into a clean set of underwear, put on her cartoon pajamas again, and came to the restaurant.

"Sit down and have some drinks with me."

Na Xianpeng's voice was very cold.

"Can you not drink it?

The final exam is coming soon, and I want to review it tonight."

Zong Shimeng looked at his face carefully.

"no!"

Then I replied with a tough sentence.

Zong Shimeng had no choice but to sit down, took another wine glass, and poured himself a glass of wine.

Na Xianpeng took a big sip and suddenly asked, "Why don't you advise me to be mourned and take care of myself? Why don't you pick me up at the airport?"

Zong Shimeng took a sip and said calmly: "Is it useful to advise me?

I advise you not to be sad?

It’s better to do something within your ability to let you eat and drink comfortably and have a good sleep.”

Then my friend stopped talking and continued to drink.

It was impossible to see from his face how Zong Shimeng's words had any effect on him.

Zong Shimeng didn't eat it herself, so she just kept accompanying him quietly, and when the wine was gone, she would fill him with it.

After drinking half an hour, after half a bottle of Wuliangye, he stood up and walked towards the bedroom.

Zong Shimeng hurriedly followed him, lifted the quilt first, let him lie in, and then pulled the curtains up.

The room suddenly became dark.

"Come in!"

The voice of Xianpeng rang coldly.

Zong Shimeng took off her cartoon pajamas again and crawled into the quilt at the foot of the bed.

The first friend first touched her long hair, then stroked her young and delicate skin, and patted her.

The middle of the quilt was bulging very large, and it was still squirming regularly up and down.

Five minutes later, the first puppet patted her again.

Zong Shimeng poked her head out of the quilt and said gently: "You must be too busy and tired, and the matter of the eldest son makes you sad."

Then Xianpeng closed his eyes and nodded, "You go out first! I want to have a good sleep by myself."

"Um!"

Zong Shimeng carefully got off the floor, picked up the pajamas on the floor, left the house, and gently closed the door.

She went to the bathroom to take a shower. She had to sweat a lot just now. After washing, she changed into a set of underwear and pajamas.

After coming out of the bathroom, she went to the restaurant to pour out the leftovers, cleaned them, and went into another room, found the book and reviewed it carefully.

It's the 25th day today, and the final exam will be held at the beginning of next month.

The long black hair hangs down, and the desk lamp reflects her white skin.

In fact, in a strict sense, Zong Shimeng is not the kind of traditional beauty. Her eyes are not big and her nose is not high, but her skin is particularly fair and tender. With two dimples on the left and right, it shows a unique charm, which makes many men feel pity.

If this scene appeared in the university library, many boys would probably find various excuses to come and chat with him.

In the bedroom, the first friend was lying on the bed.

Zong Shimeng's well-behaved and obedient manners made him very satisfied.

But if she said she was sincere to him, she would not believe her even if she beat her to death.

When she first met Zong Shimeng, she was only 18 years old and had just entered the freshman year. After learning about his status as the richest man in Yanjing, the little girl did not hesitate at all and immediately agreed to be his lover. She was pregnant with his child the next year. For this reason, he found a college relationship and asked her to take a year off and concentrate on giving birth at home.

She is only 20 years old this year, 35 years younger than him, and her mother is not older than him.

Every time he pressed her under him, enjoying her milk-like skin, and listening to her childish voice shouting, he felt that this was the only one who succeeded.

If it weren't for the 200,000 pocket money every month, such a pure girl would have committed herself to him, a half-old man, and she would not be as big as a child.

It's all for money, but Zong Shimeng is much smarter than those two stupid women, Cai Hui and Bi Tiantian.

I have so much money, even if I have three children, I can’t spend it in my life. What should I grab?

Perhaps because of drinking half a pound of white wine, the blow caused by his son's death was somewhat relieved, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier. In a short while, the snoring sounded in the bedroom.

One thing is that Xianpeng seriously despised it. He thought he could easily suppress or deal with the conflict between Cai Hui and Bi Tiantian.

But he forgot that no matter how rich he is, he is not as rich as the emperors of ancient times. Those princes could kill blood in order to fight for the throne, and corpses were everywhere. If he followed his ideas, each person would give a piece of land. What would he rob?

Then there would be no change in Xuanwu Gate, and no Nine Kings to fight for the throne.
Chapter completed!