diskusbooks Chapter 130 Father Pu remembers Miao and is shocked to hear the bad news
Chapter 130 Father Pu remembers Miao and is shocked to hear the bad news
Shanshui Manor, Villa No. 9.
This is the house that Park Changyong's father, Park Yimiao, bought for his graphic model girlfriend ----- the studio!
Tonight, he is here to teach this woman how to pose!
As a graphic model, it is important to master these skills!
Otherwise, how to pose for a photo?
Maybe it’s because Pu Yimiao is old and she stopped teaching after just a few lessons!
He fell sprawled on the bed and fell into a deep sleep after a while.
Seeing this white-skinned pig purring loudly, the female model curled her lips in disdain, with an unhappy look on her face.
She hadn't even finished taking off her clothes when this person was done. She was so uncomfortable that she had to go to another room. Fortunately, there was a backup plan here.
In the middle of the night, Pu Yimiao was pushed awake by a female model.
"Dear, your yellow-faced woman has already called a few times. Do you want to answer one?"
Pu Yimiao was woken up from a deep sleep, and her consciousness was still a little blurry.
He rubbed his eyes and looked at the female model next to him, only to see the other woman holding his mobile phone with a playful look on her face.
There were several missed calls displayed on the screen, all from the same number, which was his wife's phone.
His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and an uneasy feeling surged into his heart.
He and his wife usually go about their own business without interfering with each other, but today's continuous calls made him feel unusual.
He ran his fingers across the screen, trying to calm himself down.
"What's wrong? What happened?" He tried to keep his voice calm.
The female model didn't answer, she just raised her eyebrows and motioned for him to look at her phone.
Pu Yimiao took a deep breath and clicked on the call history.
In just a few minutes, several calls came in succession. Is the situation unusual?
wrong!
Pu Yimiao thought about the last time when he was discussing the quality of black silk stockings at the female secretarial's house, he also received several calls from the yellow-faced woman in the middle of the night.
When he rushed back in a hurry, nothing happened. It's just that the woman didn't go out to play. She couldn't sleep at home alone and made mischief.
Thinking of this, he raised his eyebrows, turned off his phone, threw it away, and rushed towards the model.
"Come on, let's continue studying..."
At the police station, Li Luanying held her cell phone tightly in her hand, and a senseless anger ran through her body.
We were having a lot of fun tonight, but we were interrupted by a call from the police station.
When she rushed to the police station and saw her son's bloody body, her world collapsed.
I quickly called my husband Pu Yimiao's phone number, but no one answered.
At this moment, her hand holding the phone was so hard that the veins on the back of her hand stretched.
Suppressing the anger in his heart, he looked at the bloody corpse again.
She collapsed limply to the ground.
Tears slipped silently from the corners of his eyes and dripped on the phone screen, blurring the photo of his son.
Her heart was as sharp as a knife, but her son's childish smile and lively figure could only be found in her memories at this moment.
She dialed her husband's number again, but received a cold "The number you dialed has been turned off" tone.
Anger and grief were intertwined, burning like a burning flame in her heart.
She couldn't imagine that the man she once loved so deeply was so indifferent to her at the moment. He didn't even want to answer her phone and even turned off his phone.
She stood up suddenly and slammed the phone against the wall.
The shattering sound of the phone echoed in the empty room, like her broken heart at the moment.
She clenched her fists and her eyes flashed with determination.
She must find out the truth and seek justice for her son.
"Mrs. Li, you still haven't contacted Director Park?" Interpol Captain Fan Ke said with a somewhat impatient expression.
Isn't this Park Yimiao playing too wild? Do you not care about such a big thing as the death of your son?
Is that little thing in your crotch so important?
Is it possible that this son is not his biological son?
With this thought, Fanke felt that he was infinitely close to the truth.
He looked at Li Luanying with a hint of amusement in his eyes.
Li Luanying felt uncomfortable under Fan Ke's eyes, and felt as if all her clothes had been stripped off by the policeman.
She quickly covered her chest with her hands, looked at Fan Ke with a wary expression and asked, "Officer, why are you looking at me like this?"
"My son is dead. He was killed by someone! You must catch the murderer in the shortest possible time and seek justice for my son!"
Fan Ke looked at Li Luanying a little pitifully, and then reluctantly withdrew his gaze from a high place in her.
"Mrs. Li, it is our police's duty to find the murderer and bring him to justice. Please rest assured and trust our professionalism!"
"How about... just go home first and wait for our good news!"
Li Luanying stumbled out of the police station. The cool evening breeze blew on her body, making her shiver.
Thinking of Pu Yimiao's heartlessness, her heart felt as if it was penetrated by a cold wind, and it was extremely cold.
She looked up at the night sky, and the stars seemed to be shining with endless sadness.
The neon lights on the street flickered, reflecting her tired and sad face.
She felt that her world had collapsed. The grief of her son's death and her husband's indifference plunged her into deep despair.
She didn't know how to face all this, and the anger and grief in her heart surged like a tide.
She walked aimlessly on the street, and the traffic and people around her seemed to have nothing to do with her.
There was only her son's smile and her husband's indifference in her heart.
She kept recalling bits and pieces of the past, trying to find out why the man she once loved so deeply had become so strange.
The early morning sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains and shone dappledly on Pu Yimiao's face.
He opened his eyes drowsily, fumbled for his phone with one hand, and turned off the annoying alarm clock.
However, when he turned on the screen of his mobile phone, an eye-catching news feed broke into his sight, causing his heart to stop beating instantly.
"Shocked! Park Changyong, the young boss of the Park Group and the lead singer of Han Guohuayu boy band, died mysteriously last night!"
Pu Yimiao's eyes were so wide that they seemed to bulge out of their sockets.
He couldn't believe his eyes, rubbed them hard, and looked at the screen again.
The cold words were still dazzling, like a sharp knife piercing his heart.
He sat up suddenly, and the alarm clock beside his bed fell to the ground with a loud clang.
His heartbeat was beating like thunder, and cold sweat was pouring from his forehead. With trembling fingers, he clicked on the news details.
"Oh, hubby... you disturbed someone's beauty sleep, and if someone's skin gets bad, you have to be responsible!"
The female model closed her eyes, turned her back to Pu Yimiao, and complained in a dissatisfied tone.
Those smooth curves are looming and tempting.
The corners of her mouth raised, waiting for Park Yimiao's next move...