Hu Fu Wu Bei Zhao Nianxia

"A total of 14, do you want to round it up?"

Zhao Nianxia raised her head and looked at Huang Zhuo with a smile when she heard the sound.

Different from ordinary girls, Zhao Nianxia belongs to the kind of person who can hardly see the emotional changes on her face no matter what happens.

Just like Wang Lang's advice to Wu Bei, as long as you have a smile on your face, others will not be able to guess what you are thinking.

"Ahem, cough, I'd better hurry up and tell the old lady to cook."

Huang Zhuo shrank his head in embarrassment, and walked out of the room.

Before going out, Zhao Nianxia noticed that he was wearing a white jade Bodhi bracelet on his right hand.

If Wu Bei had been present, he would have instantly recognized this bracelet as exactly the same as Deng Can's.

As soon as Huang Zhuo went out, Zhao Nianxia got up immediately, closed the door, and immediately dialed Wu Bei's number: "Too much cash, go to the bank with me!"

More than ten minutes later, Wu Bei and Zhao Nianxia came to the nearest bank. Zhao Nianxia was in charge of saving money, while Wu Bei was holding the red envelope inscribed with Wu Shihao's name in a daze.

He was very familiar with the handwriting on the red envelope, it was the old man's.

Wu Bei couldn't figure out why the old man didn't see him even though he had been to the company, and why he always turned off his phone and refused to answer his calls.

Ever since Wu Shihao left the hospital, Wu Bei's heart has never been lost.

He was worried about his father's health, and was afraid that something might happen to him. As long as he had time, he would search for places where the old man might appear, but he found nothing.

He didn't understand what forced the old man to give up treatment and run away, even hiding his own son.

At first he thought that the old man might run away because he was afraid of spending money, but when Wu Shihao transferred 100 million to his card, he belatedly realized that the poverty of the past year might have been deliberately disguised by his father.

"The money is saved, the password is the last six digits of your ID card!"

While daydreaming, Zhao Nianxia pulled the car door and sat in.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Wu Bei squeezed out a smile.

Glancing at the red envelope in his hand, Zhao Nianxia comforted in a soft voice: "Don't think too much, Uncle Wu may be using his way to report your safety, proving that he is not only very good, but also has the energy to pay attention to your every move. "

"maybe."

Wu Bei sighed, started the ignition.

Suddenly, he slammed on the brake again, and looked at Zhao Nianxia suspiciously.

"Why are you surprised?!"

Zhao Nianxia was almost rushed out by inertia, coquettishly dissatisfied.

Wu Bei didn't respond, but still stared at her straight.

"What, is there something on my face?"

Zhao Nianxia touched the tip of her nose unnaturally.

"How do you know who Wu Shihao is to me?"

Wu Bei's gaze was full of scrutiny.

Regarding his relationship with Wu Shihao, no one except his brothers knew about it, not even Eleven and Mrs. Ma.

Zhao Nianxia replied without hesitation: "Luo Hu told me! When we had a barbecue in the yard last night, he told a lot about you!"

Staring at her pair of sparkling eyes, Wu Bei's doubts that had just risen instantly dropped again.

"What do you think?"

Seeing that Wu Bei didn't speak, Zhao Nianxia tilted his head and asked back.

Wu Bei shook his head and restarted the car.

"Hey, I suggest you take some time to see a psychiatrist. You must have severe persecution paranoia. Everyone thinks they want to harm you!"

Zhao Nianxia waved her pink fist a few times dissatisfied.

"Speaking of which, you are capable, educated, and your mind is not empty. Why do you have to come to our small temple to settle down, let alone to make money. The salary I give you in January is not enough for you to buy cosmetics."

Wu Bei smiled slightly, pursing his mouth as if chatting.

"If I tell you that I plan to work in a loading and unloading company in the future, I will come to you to learn experience in advance, will you believe it?"

Zhao Nianxia asked with a half-joking half-serious smile covering her mouth.

Wu Bei paused, and said in a deep voice: This reason is more plausible.

"One more thing, have you noticed that young man named Huang Zhuo? I found him very strange. He kept running to the financial office all morning, and he deliberately leaned next to me, as if he was studying the lock on the table. "

Zhao Nianxia returned to normal, and Chong Wubei reminded him.

Huang Zhuo's appearance flashed through Wu Bei's mind, and he waved his hands carelessly to explain: that kid is fine, his uncle is Deng Can, he helped me a lot, and he contacted us about our truck.

"It is imperative to be defensive!"

Zhao Nianxia warned again worriedly.

"Jingle Bell.."

As soon as the voice finished, the cell phone in Wu Bei's pocket rang. Seeing that it was Qi Jinlong's number, he hurriedly picked it up: "How is it going?"

"Something went wrong, Brother Wu!"

Qi Jinlong roared hoarsely, and the phone was extremely noisy, as if he was in some downtown area.

"Don't be nervous, speak slowly."

Wu Bei quickly comforted him.

"There was a car accident, Shunzi was hit, we are in the pedestrian street of Wenzhou Road, help! I beg you to call the police!"

On the phone, Qi Jinlong and Luo Hu's hoarse calls for help rang one after another.

"I'll go right now!"

Wu Bei quickly put into gear and turned around...