Wen Yu parked the car, looked up at the cold and solemn plaque of the national violent organs across the street, and raised his foot to go to see Wen Guoan.

He escaped at Ji Anning's house for a day and a night, calmed down, but he didn't believe that Wen Guoan would kill Cheng Lian.

Just as Wen Guoan knew him, he also knew his father. He did not believe that Wen Guoan would be so impulsive when he was angry. His father had experienced so many storms and waves and would never do such reckless things.

A luxury car drove to him silently and stopped him, blocking his way. When the window was lowered, Yang Yuan poked his head slightly.

Wen Yu's pupils shrank slightly.

Old Xing called this morning. He had learned about Cheng Lian's death and asked Wen Yu whether he would continue to investigate Yang Yuan. Wen Yu told him to continue to investigate, and then he met the real master.

"Xiao Yu, get in the car." Yang Yuan said with a serious expression, "Let's talk."

Wen Yu's eyes were slightly cold.

The driver walked around and opened the car door for him, and Wen Yu lifted his foot into the car.

The windows are raised, with excellent sound insulation, and the enclosed rear compartment is very quiet.

Yang Yuan could see that Wen Yu was tense all over, obviously with a strong hostility towards him.

Yang Yuan sighed and said, "I already know about your mother. I really... I never expected... she actually..."

As the middle-aged man talked, he even swallowed even more while covering his eyes, looking very sad. It was completely different from his denial of having an inappropriate relationship with Cheng Lian in the interrogation room.

"My mother is dead." Wen Yu said mutely, "Do you nothing."

Cheng Lian is gone, there is no need to protect those faces anymore, and there is no need to pretend to be confused anymore.

"Don't go around in circles." Yang Yuan wiped his eyes and said with tears in his eyes, "I guess you have guessed something about my mother and you, but you definitely don't know everything."

Wen Yu said in disgust: "I'm not interested in your shit!"

"Okay, okay, don't mention it." Yang Yuan coaxed him like a child, and then said sadly, "I just want to ask you, Wen Guoan killed your mother, do you still want to recognize him as your father?"

"Fuck!" Wen Yu was furious, "Who the hell told you that my dad killed someone!"

Regardless of whether Wen Guoan killed him or not, Wen Yu would not allow others to convict Wen Guoan like this before Wen Guoan admitted it to him personally.

Yang Yuan said: "Although there has not been a verdict yet, I know that it is him! He killed your mother!"

Wen Yu punched Yang Yuan without saying a word!

Then he bullied himself and grabbed Yang Yuan's neck and pressed his knee against his chest.

"You're talking nonsense!" He sneered: "Do you think my dad cares about your silly matters? You're too arrogant to yourself!"

The noise was too loud, and the driver in front opened the internal communicator and asked: "Mr. Yang?"

Yang Yuan groped and pressed the call button and said, "It's okay."

Communication is closed.

Wen Yu sneered and let him go.

Yang Yuan wiped his nose and had blood in one hand. He pulled a few pieces of paper and held it down.

Wen Yu said: "Don't get involved in our family's affairs! I don't want to see you again!"

He knew that Cheng Lian's money from the Wen family was inseparable from this man, but he had no evidence in his hand now, so he refused to mention it.

After saying that, he reached out to pull the car door.

Yang Yuan grabbed Wen Yu's wrist and said sternly: "Don't be confused anymore! I tell you, your mother was killed by Wen Guoan!"

Wen Yu didn't say anything, and punched him at the bridge of his nose.

Yang Yuan is a handsome man. He originally wanted to create a warm and sad atmosphere to communicate with Wen Yu, but he didn't expect that Wen Yu, a young man who had just died, was just when he had nowhere to vent his anger. He was like a powder barrel that exploded at a glance, and he would beat someone up if he had a disagreement.

Yang Yuan had no choice. Before Wen Yu hit him with his second punch, he threw a big kraft envelope and shouted: "Wen Guoan knew you were not his child, so he killed your mother!"

Wen Yu was holding his head against the roof of the car and holding the back of the seat with his hands. He maintained a posture of immediately committing an attack in the car, and froze there.

"What did you say?" He squeezed out his voice from his teeth.

Yang Yuan said: "I said, you are not..."

Wen Yu's punch was still knocked down and hit Yang Yuan on the cheek. It is expected that for a long time after tomorrow, he will be unable to maintain the handsome uncle's appearance for the time being.

Wen Yu's knees were still pressing against Yang Yuan's legs, and his chest was undulating: "You are talking nonsense!"

Yang Yuan was beaten to the point of being stared at by Venus, groaned, and said weakly: "You, look, I know..."

Wen Yu picked up the envelope and his fingers made his knuckles turn white.

You can roughly guess what it is. The only thing that can support such a huge lie is paternity test.

lie!

It must be a lie!

Wen Yu shouted in his heart.

But his hands holding the file bag were shaking.

He didn't know why he was scared.

If he is not Wen Guoan's child, then whose child is he?

Wen Yu's entire life, all his happiness, happiness, arrogance and arrogance were based on the fact that he was Wen Guoan's child.

Once this foundation collapses, his entire life will collapse.

Wen Yu's hands were shaking.

He wanted to tear open the envelope, but he didn't tear it.

Yang Yuan sighed, struggled to sit up, and said, "No ban."

Wen Yu touched his finger, opened the envelope, and pulled out a thin piece of paper from it. Wen Yu looked at it in a narrow eye.

A few seconds later, Yang Yuan saw that the paper was shaking.

He took a few more tissues, wiped himself, and sucked in anger, saying, "If you don't believe me, I can accompany you to do another appraisal."

"But, no matter how many times you do it," he said, "it won't change the fact that you are my son."

Wen Yu felt like he was punched. He was fierce and merciless, his ribs were penetrated and his heart ruptured.

He looked up at the middle-aged man who was beaten to the point of bruising and swollen from his face, and wanted to grit his teeth and say "You're talking nonsense", but the thin piece of paper that was actually holding his hands clearly told him that the man was not talking nonsense.

After calming down this morning, no, in fact, he had calmed down last night. After calming down, he regained his confidence and firmly believed that something must be strange in Cheng Lian's death.

He believed in Wen Guoan. His father is such a deep and unchanging person! No matter what the reason is, no matter whether Cheng Lian steals money or steals people, he will not be called unreasonable.

But what if, what if Wen Guoan suddenly learned the truth that he was not his own child?

Wen Yu's belief collapsed again.

"When did you know?" Wen Yu asked in a trembling voice.

"It's very early." Yang Yuan said, "But I don't want to destroy your life. You can live a good life in the Wen family. At that time, I didn't have money yet. I couldn't give you that kind of life, so I decided to endure it. As long as you live well, I will just look at you from afar."

These bullshits didn't even get into Wen Yu's mind.

But Yang Yuan continued: "But your mother, your mother originally agreed, so she let you live a good life like this. But in the past two years, especially last year, she went crazy during menopause and insisted on leaving Wen Guoan. She said she couldn't stand it anymore. I advised her many times, but she couldn't listen. When she got anxious, she said that she would tell Wen Guoan the truth..."

"Stop!" Wen Yu pinched the paper into deformity and gritted his teeth, "Don't talk nonsense!"

Yang Yuan looked at him and said, "Are I talking nonsense? You understand in your heart."

Wen Yu gritted his teeth and bit his cheeks and deformed: "If it is true, you can tell the police!"

"I can't do that." Yang Yuan sighed, "If that happens, you will lose everything."

The parking payer unscrewed the insulated kettle and poured a cup of warm water for himself. When he looked up, the young man who drove the Hummer just now came into a luxury car pushed open the door and came out.

The toll collector just took a sip of warm water when the young man opened the door of his car and went up again. Oh, are you going to leave?

The toll collector put down his cup and stood up with his bag and walked two steps towards the Hummer. The Hummer had already started and was gone with dust!

"Hey! Hey! That comrade! Pay the fee!"

The toll collector chased after him for a few steps, and as he watched the car disappear, he was so angry: "The richer you have, the more stingy you are!"

When he turned his head, he saw the extended luxury car parked there. He went over and knocked on the passenger's glass: "Hey, are you together? Pay him the parking fee!"

Wen Yu is only twenty years old this year, and his 21st birthday has not arrived yet. He seems very mature among his classmates, but in fact he is very young like them.

He had experienced ups and downs like stormy waves for two days, and his faith was destroyed, re-established, and destroyed again.

This time, there is no foundation to rebuild.

His life collapsed.

Wen Yu felt his mind was messy.

This time he didn't even go to Ji Anning.

What did he rely on for pursuing her, taking care of her, and secretly supporting her? It was his identity and financial resources of the second-generation rich man!

Wen Yu suddenly realized that without the identity of Wen's heir, he was nothing. He became as good as Chen Hao and Sun Kai. He would be worried about buying a new phone for his girlfriend.

Wen Yu's mind was in a mess. He didn't think about it at all. If he were not Wen Guoan's son, he would still be the son of another rich man, Yang Yuan.
To be continued...