C58 (1/2)

Gao Jianfeng had always been concealing anything from Zi Yan, but now he told Xiao Die everything.

”I find I don't want to know at all.”

Zi Yan looked out the window and said softly.

There must be a reason for Feng to do this. A woman with a husband, with a big belly, but no one was looking for her.

What kind of marriage was that?

What kind of relationship was that?

She really didn't want to know, but even though the past was over, she couldn't avoid it.

Half an hour later, they finally arrived at Wakwa's residence. It was an ancient castle in the outskirts of London.

She looked very old and very big, but she was not in the mood to appreciate it.

The car drove directly into the castle, and somewhat surprisingly, there weren't many people in the castle.

It was as if this was just an ordinary residence.

However, Zi Yan's intuition told her that this was the headquarters of the Dark Night.

There must be some unspeakable secret here.

Zi Yan was very surprised that WukHua had brought her to the Dark Night Headquarters.

Wasn't he afraid that she would leak it?

”You don't have to be very surprised. Ordinary people are unable to get close to this place. Since I brought you here, I naturally have some preparations.”

Wakwa seemed to know how to read surgery, which made Zi Yan very uncomfortable.

”Can you tell me something about my husband?”

Zi Yan asked from behind.

”You can't. The point of view of being a wife is naturally different from my point of view of a person.”

”I don't really want to know. Since Feng is hiding this from me, there must be a reason.”

Zi Yan stood on the spot, not daring to move forward, she was suddenly very afraid, afraid of knowing too much.

”Don't you want to know if your husband married again?”

Wakwa did not stop and continued to walk up the stairs.

”Marry again?”

Zi Yan felt a wave of dizziness.

It had only been half a year since she woke up and he had already remarried?

Were they married without a foundation of affection?

Did her injury have something to do with the remarried husband?

Or was it because he was in love and felt that his wife was an eyesore, so he wanted to kill her?

Feng was a hitman, could he really be thinking like this?

Could it be that Ah Feng had brought her to London because he felt sorry for her and couldn't bring himself to do it?

It had to be said that Zi Yan's imagination was plentiful.

”You don't have to be too surprised. In this world, the story of separation and infatuation is just a person's wish. There is no such thing as not being able to live once someone leaves you.”

After Wakhua went upstairs, he turned around and said to Zi Yan.

”I don't think so. I've only been in London for half a year and he's married again. He doesn't feel well.”

Zi Yan did not hide anything as she supported herself on the stairs.

This staircase was rather difficult for her. She couldn't see the back of her feet, and if not for her support, she would have fallen down.

”It seems that Aldrich did not capture your heart during this half year.”

Wakwa walked into the room, and just as he expected, the information about Zi Yan was already neatly placed on the desk.

This was efficiency, this was the dark night, this was the killer's ability.

”Come in, you can see everything about yourself.”

Wakwa said to Zi Yan, who was standing by the door.

Just as Zi Yan was entering Wakhua's office to look at his personal information, a Golden Age wedding was being held in Taiwan's five-star hotel.

The CEO of the TNS was to marry the three Song Family women, Song Laidi.

Half a year after the murder of Zhuo Weiting's little wife, the news that he married her sister shocked Taiwan.

As for Gao Jianfeng, he had already completed his mission and booked a plane ticket. However, when he saw the news in the newspaper, he insisted on staying behind.

He wanted to see how merciless and perverted Zhuo Wei Ting could be.

The wedding banquet that day was very grand. It was said that a hundred tables were open.

Gao Jianfeng blended into the crowd of guests and went in.

This time he was blond, blue-eyed, and he had been watching.

He looked at Zhuo Wei Ting, who was wearing a suit, circling around the guests.

The expression on his face did not change, but the feeling he gave Gao Jianfeng changed.

He no longer looked human. Although there was a smile on his face, he didn't have the slightest bit of humanity.

In his eyes, there was a murderous intent that was colder than the depths of hell.

He definitely wouldn't make a mistake. After staying in the dark night organization for so long, he was the most familiar with killing intent.

When the bride's father appeared with the bride in his arms, Zhuo Weiting's eyes flashed with a cold light.

Very quickly, it was so fast that no one could catch it.

Gao Jianfeng came closer. He had the illusion that this was not a wedding, but more like a funeral.

If he swapped the guests' dresses for black and white, if he swapped those flattering laughs for crying, it would no longer be any different from a funeral.

”Song Laidi was holding onto Zhuo Weitang's arm, while Gao Jianfeng was looking at her. In his mind, he was thinking, if the person standing there was Yan'er, what kind of expression would he have?” Boss Zhuo, congratulations. ”

Although he had never attended a wedding before, Gao Jianfeng felt that this wedding was a little different, as if something was missing.

When the guests all raised their cups to toast the bride and groom, Gao Jianfeng took the wine cup and got closer.

”Boss Zhuo, congratulations on marrying such a beautiful wife.”

Gao Jianfeng walked closer, and when Zhuo Weitang raised his cup, he reached out his hand to touch his cup.

”I know you?”

The cup in Zhuo Weitang's hand stopped in mid-air as he looked at the golden hair. There was a sense of déjà vu about this face.

”What do you think, Director Zhuo.”

Gao Jianfeng purposely spoke in English.

Looking at the young man in front of him, who was smiling yet not smiling, a thought flashed across Zhuo Wei Ting's mind.

”Your surname is Gao?”

He remembered, the boy who loved Mu Yan'er, the boy who left Taiwan.

However, the boy had black hair and black eyes, while the 'man' in front of him had golden hair and blue eyes.

Moreover, it seemed a little different. He no longer seemed to be that youth. Now, he seemed more like a steady man.

”You went back to Taiwan?”

Although Gao Jianfeng didn't answer, Zhuo WeiTing was sure of it.

”Come back to attend Boss Zhuo's wedding.”

Gao Jianfeng mocked.