Mr. Qin’s divorced ex-wife

The last sneer completely irritated Yan Jiao.

She looked at the woman's back as she walked out proudly, with a hard look in her eyes, and walked quickly towards Song Yuan.

Song Yuan was about to turn around when she heard the footsteps, but her chest suddenly hurt. The sound of the tip of the knife piercing the flesh was clearly audible in the quiet hall.

Her eyes widened suddenly, and she slowly lowered her head to look at her chest. A sharp blade emerged from her chest, and her chest was instantly stained red with blood.

Her eyes were distracted, but the owner holding the dagger suddenly withdrew the dagger.

Song Yuan felt pain again, and with a "bang" sound, she fell to the ground, and soon lost her breath.

Blood flowed out of her chest like a flood from a broken gate, quickly turning the woman's surroundings red.

Her eyes were wide open, as if she was so shocked that she refused to close her eyes.

With a "clang" sound, the blood-stained dagger was thrown to the ground by Yan Jiao.

She looked at the woman lying in a pool of blood with a dull expression, pulled her lips lightly, and squatted in front of her.

"You shouldn't have angered me, Mommy," she raised her hand and gently brushed the broken hair on the side of the woman's face: "I didn't want to kill you, but you really made me angry. I couldn't control myself. You are so If you love me, you won’t blame me, right?”

Song Yuan lay on the ground silently, like a sculpture.

Yan Jiao stared at her wide-eyed look and was silent for a long time. Finally, she stood up expressionlessly and stepped over Song Yuan's open hand as if she were stepping on a piece of garbage, without looking back. of leaving.

In the empty hall, there was only a woman lying on the ground in a pool of blood. The smell of blood spread silently, and the white ceiling reflected the color of blood. The cruel contrast became the last scene of Song Yuan's life.

Song Yuan is dead.

Yan Jiao ran away.

Yan Jiao destroyed all the surveillance cameras in the villa while escaping, but she arrogantly left her fingerprints on the dagger and finally escaped from the country after passing many obstacles.

Yan Zhenyao stood in front of the coffin and looked at the woman covered by the white cloth. He was silent for a long time, and finally slowly opened the white cloth, and the woman's pale face came into view.

Her eyes were wide open, her expression was shocked, and her muscles were frozen in this moment forever.

Yan Zhenyao's expression was so indifferent that one could not see any emotion at all. He held a corner of the white cloth with his knuckled hands, and his snow-white skin almost blended into the white cloth.

He stared at the woman's deathly wide eyes, remained silent for a long time, and finally reached out to cover those eyes.

But he had been dead for too long, and his blood vessels had already stiffened, and they couldn't be closed even if he lightly covered them.

Yan Zhenyao's eyes dimmed and he withdrew his hand.

"Take care of your remains and bury him in three days."

Secretary-General Hua Zhe'an asked in a low voice: "Where will the funeral be held?"

Yan Zhenyao didn't look back: "Song family."

The people around were stunned. Song Yuan was Yan Haosen's wife. According to the rules, the funeral should be from the Yan family. Why the Song family?

Hua Zhe'an knew the reason better than anyone else: "Yes."

On this day, an earth-shattering event occurred in China. Social news rushed to report it, and it even directly made international news.

Her Royal Highness Princess Yan Jiao of China teamed up with overseas mercenaries from the Americas to kidnap the president of a listed company. Border political commissar Wen opened the door for overseas desperadoes and has been officially arrested and controlled. Her Royal Highness the Princess did not hesitate to kill her own mother to escape legal punishment. Song Yuan, the former wife of the president, unfortunately lost her life.

If it is unheard of for a majestic princess of a country to openly treason, then what is even more shocking is to kill her mother with her own hands.

Everyone knows that Song Yuan, the former wife of the president, loves her daughter so much that she can actually do something to such a mother, Yan Jiao. This can no longer be described as ruthless and ruthless. She is worse than a pig or a dog!

It really echoes the saying: A tiger's poison cannot eat its seeds, and a familiar person cannot bear to be kissed!

Yan Jiao's mother-killing and treason caused a huge sensation at home and abroad, and the news that Yan Zhenyao asked Song Yuan to bury Song Yuan from the Song family also spread like wildfire, and everyone speculated about the purpose of Yan Zhenyao's trip.

Song Yuan was obviously killed by Yan Jiao and did not do anything to disgrace the country. Why couldn't the funeral be carried out openly and openly from the Yan family?

Is it possible that Yan Zhenyao is a spy from another country like Yan Jiao?

Yes, in the eyes of the people, Yan Jiao has become a spy of Country M. Although Country M completely denies this, the people firmly believe it.

Because of Yan Zhenyao's arrangements for Song Yuan's death, his authority and loyalty have been questioned a lot.

After all, he is the president of a country. If he really has different intentions for his country, it would be more terrifying than a traitor's traitorous pursuit of glory, and it would be an absolutely devastating blow to the country.

Hua Zhe'an frowned slightly as he looked at the direction of the unfavorable public opinion: "Sir, you are right, public opinion has begun to ferment, and there must be many pushers behind it. What should we do next?"

Yan Zhenyao stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his tall back exuding a lonely dignity.

The man was silent for a long time, and finally a cold and frosty voice sounded: "Don't worry about it."

Hua Zhe'an looked worried: "But if this continues, it will be very detrimental to our situation. Some people in the Standing Committee and the Procuratorate have started to make a commotion. I'm afraid that allowing the situation to develop will be detrimental to you."

"Zhe'an," Yan Zhenyao said, "do you know what kind of enemy is the most terrifying?"

Hua Zhe'an was slightly stunned: "A person with a high status?"

Yan Zhenyao slowly turned around, looked into Hua Zhe'an's eyes with a pair of cold, arrogant and deep black eyes, and raised his lower lip expressionlessly: "The enemy is in darkness and we are in the clear, using tricks like a god, even a mayfly can shake a big tree."

Hua Zhe'an understood: "You want to take this opportunity to draw out all the nails from behind."

Yan Zhenyao said no more: "Go down."

Hua Zhe'an leaned down to salute, turned around and retreated.

Yan Zhenyao raised his head and looked at the blue sky outside the window, his eyes slightly dark.

Some things should see the light of day.

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Ruijinyuan Community, Shen Nuo's house.

After coming back from Zize Garden that day, she locked herself in her room and couldn't get out. She was in a daze like a zombie. She didn't answer her phone after it rang countless times. It was not until the phone finally shut down completely due to low battery that it became quiet. Come down.

She knew that Qin Siyu's operation was successful and that he was still in the intensive care unit, but she didn't want to see him.

She didn't know how to feel about it.

She did not abuse herself. She ate when she needed to eat, slept when she needed to sleep, and worked when she needed to work. She got up every day and looked out the window at the blue sky like jade, the sunset as red as fire, and the scorching sun that rose and set in the east remained unchanged, ebbing and flowing. The falling sea never stops.

Life is full of stops and starts, and it feels like half a lifetime in a blink of an eye. Looking back, I realize that it was only a short period of twenty years.

Shen Nuo looked at the work he had written, and his regrets jumped out on the paper. Darkness and light were torn apart, like a struggle between dreams and reality, and he didn't know who would win and who would lose.

Or maybe, there is never a winner or lose.

On Qin Siyu's third day in the intensive care unit, there was a knock on Shen Nuo's door.