bookcurios Chapter 212 It’s better when you are mute
Chapter 212 It’s better when you are mute
Outside.
Wang Xinjie wandered around outside suspiciously for a long time but didn't hear any sound.
The curtains were drawn tightly shut, so she couldn't see a thing.
She had come here secretly twice in the middle of the night before, but was noticed by Fu Ruoshi both times.
That's why he reacted so quickly tonight.
Wang Xinjie braved the cold wind to come here in the middle of the night just to see if there was anyone in his room.
She always felt that Song Ming specifically asked Wen Zhixia to assist him in the operation because he had taken a fancy to her.
But she still hasn't figured out Song Ming's background and can't figure out his motive for coming here.
As I was hesitating, the phone in my hand vibrated.
It was Cao Yong’s WeChat: [My car was targeted]
Wang Xinjie's face changed and she immediately turned around and walked out to the corridor.
in the room.
Fu Ruoshi heard Wang Xinjie's footsteps leaving.
He gently let go of Wen Zhixia, looked at her lips which were a little swollen from his kiss, and gently touched her hair.
The lights turned on and the room was bright again.
Only then did Wen Zhixia realize that she had been stunned by Fu Ruoshi's kiss just now.
She was angry and anxious but didn't dare to curse loudly, so she could only glare at him hatefully.
Fu Ruoshi looked at her expression which had no intimidation at all. She looked like a little hedgehog with puffed cheeks. She was not angry at all, she was just acting coquettishly.
He stifled a laugh and typed: [Don't be angry, the angrier you are, the cuter you are]
Wen Zhixia didn't bother to talk to him anymore, packed up her things and prepared to leave.
"Hey!"
Fu Ruoshi uttered a vague single sound and blocked the door.
He opened his arms, "Hug..."
Why are you still thinking about this? Wen Zhixia's head was buzzing.
He only spoke breathlessly, but it was very forceful, as if just saying these two words took a lot of effort.
Wen Zhixia was really helpless and reluctantly hugged him for about two seconds.
"For your recovery, I won't conflict with you," she said, pushing away someone who was still unsatisfied. "I'll take care of you until you recover and are discharged from the hospital. After that, we'll have repaid each other."
Fu Ruoshi narrowed his eyes and nodded, mouthing "yes, okay, okay, okay."
Before leaving, Wen Zhixia remembered that she had to bring him a midnight snack tomorrow night.
She pulled out her phone and pointed to the recipes on the app. "Please choose from these."
Fu Ruoshi pointed at the spicy diced chicken and poked the screen until it almost burst.
Wen Zhixia looked at him authoritatively, "Impossible."
Fu Ruoshi was dejected and chose a plate of mashed potatoes with chicken gravy.
Wen Zhixia looked at his reluctant expression and found it both funny and pitiful.
He was used to a life of luxury, but now he sleeps in a hospital bed where he can't even stretch his legs straight, eats mediocre home-cooked meals, and is constantly being monitored.
"Does your throat still hurt now?" Thinking of this, she looked at him with concern.
Just by being asked this question, the dark clouds on Fu Ruoshi's face disappeared.
He shook his head, as happy as a canine.
"It would be better if you were mute." Wen Zhixia laughed at him.
While laughing, I also felt a little sad. He is obviously ambitious, yet so easily satisfied.
"Fu Ruoshi," Wen Zhixia said to him seriously, thinking of this, "You must take good care of your body and never ruin yourself for anyone again. Can you promise?"
Fu Ruoshi looked at her, and after a while, his eyes brightened:
[I can't guarantee that. After all, I'm all alone now, and no one's watching over me. Who cares if I'm a mess or not?]
Seeing that he clearly had bad intentions but still looked innocent, Wen Zhi's face finally darkened.
She turned and left.
at the same time.
Wang Xinjie met Cao Yong at the garbage disposal plant in the north of the city.
It was already past midnight, but the roar of the machines at the garbage disposal plant never stopped.
Wang Xinjie got down from the car and saw Cao Yong standing on the side of the road, so she quickened her pace and walked over.
"Is there any problem with the surname Song?"
Cao Yong asked her.
Wang Xinjie shook her head. "I stood at the door of his ward for a long time, but there was no sound at all. The curtains were drawn, so I couldn't see."
She then asked Cao Yong, "Did you take the account books in and burn them?"
Cao Yong nodded.
He looked around, leaned close to Wang Xinjie's ear, and said something explosive to her.
"That person seems to have not left yet."
Wang Xinjie's face changed.
A moment ago, Cao Yong brought some of the account books of the Yin account to the garbage disposal site and threw them into the category of incinerated garbage.
As soon as he came out after throwing it away, he saw someone across the street who seemed to be staring at him.
He wasn't sure if he was being too suspicious or if there really were reporters watching him.
He didn't dare leave, fearing that as soon as he left, the reporter would turn around and go to the garbage dump to look for the account book.
So he asked Wang Xinjie to come over and let her make the decision.
After listening to what he said, Wang Xinjie looked around.
The sidewalks on both sides of the road are lined with tall and strong sycamore trees. At night, the sidewalks become dark and if there are people hiding inside, they cannot be seen at all.
Wang Xinjie asked Cao Yong nervously, "Is it that tall, large female reporter who did the undercover investigation?"
Cao Yong took out his cell phone suspiciously and showed her a photo.
He had just taken the photo. The person in the photo was indeed very tall. He was wearing a black windbreaker and a baseball cap, and was standing far away in the shade of a tree.
"This is a man." Wang Xinjie said.
Cao Yong whispered, "I think it's a man too."
So her previous speculation was wrong? Wang Xinjie was in doubt.
"In a word, we are being targeted," Cao Yong told her.
Wang Xinjie's palms were slightly sweaty. She asked Cao Yong, "How many account books are left to be burned?"
Cao Yong looked into the car behind him and said, "There's still half of it. I've been waiting for that person to leave. If I go to get the account book and burn it now, and he takes a picture of it, won't that cause more trouble?"
"You can't even handle such a small task!" Wang Xinjie scolded him dissatisfiedly, "How many books are left?"
Cao Yong said, "About a dozen."
"Give it to me," Wang Xinjie said, "I'll take care of it."
Cao Yong couldn't persuade her and nodded.
He asked Wang Xinjie to get into his car and the two left the scene.
Just as Wang Xinjie and Cao Yong drove away, the figure appeared again under the sycamore tree across the road.
He put out the cigarette in his hand, took off his hat, revealing a handsome face.
"They're gone," Chen Zhuo said, walking towards Fan Xiaolin, who was squatting by the flower bed not far away. "Did you take any pictures?"
Fan Xiaolin stood up and said excitedly, "I got it."
She filmed Wang Xinjie and Cao Yong meeting late at night, and Cao Yong stealthily moving things.
Immediately afterwards, Chen Zhuo made a phone call, "Fourth Brother, have you found the account book? It wasn't burned, was it?"
The sound of machinery roared from the other end of the line. "It's not burned, but some are damaged. We've put them in big bags. You can go back and clean them up."
As soon as he finished speaking, two men carrying sacks came out of the garbage disposal plant and waved to Chen Zhuo.
"Brother Zhuo."