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221: Witness of Jin Yu, unravel the puzz
Chapter 221 221: Witness of Jin Yu, solve the puzzle (see off-topic)
It was Wen Shuhua, who stood at the door and stopped talking: “Jin Yu.”
Цзян Бомэй: «Ван!»
“Can I go in?” Wen Shuhua’s tone was too careful, she lowered her posture deliberately, and sighed in a low voice.
Jiang Jinyu couldn’t bear to be the mother in the end: “Come in.”
Wen Shuhua entered the apartment, unable to conceal the lost look on his face: “Aren’t you even calling your mother now?”
Without talking, Jiang Jinyu poured a glass of water to Wen Shuhua.
She sat on the sofa and looked at Jiang Jinyu with a complex look: “Jin Yu, will you go back with your mother, eh?” The tone was pleasing and expectant.
Without thinking, Jiang Jinyu made a decisive tone: “I like it here, I don’t want to go back.”
Wen Shuhua felt sad: “What about mom? You don’t want it?”
He bowed his head without saying a word, and for a long time, he whispered: “I have given you all the shares. I can’t go back. What’s different.”
Wen Shuhua was speechless.
The child who was always silent and always cut off from the world, when he grew up, with edges and thorns, began to defend and began to break free.
He raised his head, and Wen Shuhua had never seen firm in his eyes: “I will not go back to Wen’s house. In the future, my sister and I will.”
The closed boy grew up, his wings grew, he knew the good and evil, understood the right and wrong, and could not hold back anymore. Wen Shuhua’s face was painful: “Jin Yu, are you blaming me?”
Jiang Jinyu didn’t answer, but followed Bomei’s hair.
Wen Shuhua was anxious: “I’m not partial to your sister, but you are still small. I’m afraid you can’t hold those shares and wait for you to become an adult–”
Jiang Jinyu interrupted: “I don’t need it, Wen Shi really wants to give her.”
Anyway, in the Wen family, shares are the most important thing.
Wen Shuhua saw his resistance and was afraid that it would be counterproductive, so he had to give up: “If you don’t want to go back, just stay. Mom doesn’t force you, can mom come to see you in the future?”
The only thing she can do is to play family cards. After all, it was a mother, after all, she also gave him to raise him to protect him for so many years, no matter what kind of selfishness she was out of, she still had the grace to raise.
Jiang Jinyu nodded and said, “Well.”
Wen Shuhua was relieved now, got up, and put the brought things on the dining table: “Where is the kitchen? I brought your favorite soup, I simmered it for the whole morning, you drink it first, and put the rest in the refrigerator . ”
Jiang Jinyu raised his eyebrows slightly, pointing in the direction of the kitchen.
Wen Shuhua went to the kitchen and took out the bowl. The soup in the insulated bucket was still warm. She poured a bowl out and pushed it in front of Jiang Jinyu. Her eyes hurried across the dining table and she suddenly stopped.
She also paused.
At the other end of the table, a case of Jiang Jinyu’s psychotherapy was placed, and the doctor’s diagnosis at the end of the page was: healed.
Wen Shuhua panicked and panicked. The soup in the bowl spilled out. She looked incredulously at the opposite boy: “Are you sick?”
He turned the case over and covered it with a fruit tray. The Ambilight in his eyes darkened a little bit: “I’m fine, are you upset?”
Wen Shuhua was stunned for a moment, and immediately closed his eyes: “How come? Mother is very happy.”
ты доволен?
Это страшно?
Jiang Jinyu stopped talking and drank soup without saying a word.
Wen Shuhua didn’t sit for a long time. After Jiang Jinyu drank a bowl of soup and left, Wen Shihao waited for her in the car outside the community.
Without seeing Jiang Jinyu, Wen Shi snorted: “He still refuses to go back with us?”
Wen Shuhua was absent-minded: “Well.”
Wen Shi so sarcastically scolded: “This little white-eyed wolf!”
Wen Shuhua immediately turned her head: “Poetry is good!” She scolded sharply, her eyes red, “I don’t allow you to say that to your brother.”
Wen Shi didn’t take it seriously, he snorted in a cool tone: “Am I wrong? We Wen’s raised him for so many years. In the end, he hasn’t gone altogether, he followed a cheaper sister, and forgot everything. Clean, what is it not a white-eyed wolf? ”
“You!” Wen Shuhua was extremely angry, and his expression was contradictory. He was unbearable for a while, and he blurted out. “Wen family can say that he is a white-eyed wolf, but you can’t do it. How can you be qualified to say him, if not because of you-”
Halfway through the speech, Wen Shuhua resisted.
Wen Shi sneered, disapproving tone: “Because of me? What do you say.”
Wen Shuhua glanced away and looked out of the window: “Anyway, you remember to me that he is a younger brother, a brother who is related to you. If you let me hear this, you will spit out his shares.”
Wen Shi laughed so much that he didn’t take it seriously at all.
The phone rang, Wen Shi picked it up, and Secretary Tang Jin shouted, “Little Wen.”
Because the bank has sent out two President Wen, in private, they all call Wen Shuning as President Wen, and Wen Shihao is called President Xiao Wen. After Wen Shuning went to prison, his name could not be changed for a while.
"что происходит?"
Tang Jin said: “You are right, our Wen’s stocks are indeed controlled by people behind them.”
Wen Shi’s eyes were dark, and there was no surprise in his eyes: “How many shares?”
“At least five percent.”
достаточно.
Enough for her to get Lin Anzhi down.
Wen Shi’s good tone is not fast: “Who controls?”
Tang Jin paused for a moment: “Qin’s six young.”
She smiled, her face was clear: “It really is him.” Shi Jin helped Lin Anzhi behind his back, according to his way of doing things, how could not be prepared with both hands.
In order to remove Lin Anzhi, Shi Jin must be moved first.
“What now?” Tang Jin asked.
Wen Shi was calm and calm, very calm and calm: “I have my own way.”
Она повесила трубку.
Wen Shuhua immediately asked: “Are you going to be against Shi Jin?”
Wen Shi was arrogant and defaulted.
Wen Shuhua’s face changed, and she solemnly warned her: “Don’t provoke him, you can’t fight him.”
Wen Shi was a serious matter, and he was confident: “Don’t worry about it, I have something in his hand that will make him obedient.”
“What?” Wen Shuhua asked.
She didn’t say that, she smiled, and there was excitement in her eyes.
Wen Shuhua’s eyelids jumped straight, she had a very bad hunch, and she was restless all day. Probably day by day and night by night. Those nights that had been dust-covered for many years suddenly came to my dreams, overwhelming, and disturbed all the nerves.
It was the second day of Jiang Minchang’s death. In Jiangbei, someone took the Wen family’s belongings to the **** shop, and the police contacted her to claim it that day.
On the phone, the police said: “Ms. Wen, the suspect has also been found.”
"кто это?"
“It was a thief who entered the house. The footprints near the flower room exactly matched the suspect’s, and his fingerprints were also collected on the glass flower room.”
Because there are no witnesses, this thief is the only one who has appeared on the scene of the crime so far.
At that time, Wen Shuhua had just lost her husband, emotional and sorrowful, and said: “I want to sue him! I want him to be sentenced to death!”
At that time, she thought that the thief was the murderer, and even regardless of doubt, she wanted him to die.
On the third day of the incident, the thief’s mother came to Wen’s house, crying and crying, begging her to show mercy.
She was furious and angry: “Your son killed someone, I want him to pay his life!”
The woman knelt down and cried to explain: “It was not my son who killed him, it was not him.”
“Mrs. Wen, you let him go.”
“Man is not my son to kill, please let him go, please.”
Wen Shuhua didn’t want to hear a word, and found that the thief was the murderer. The more she looked at the woman, the more she felt shameless, and she even had a face to beg for mercy, and ordered the next man: “immediately drive her away!”
“Mrs. Wen!”
“Please let my son go.”
“It wasn’t killed by my son. He was wronged. He only stolen things. He didn’t kill. He didn’t kill!”
"Г-жа. Вэнь, миссис Вэнь ... »
The woman was dragged out by her servant, crying all over the world.
Wen Shuhua smashed the teacup on the ground fiercely. When her anger was burning, her hand was caught. The tiny hand was Jin Yu.
At that time, he was not yet eight years old, innocent, and his eyes were bright and clean. He took his mother’s hand and said, “Mom, it’s good to push Wen Shi.”
Wen Shuhua froze.
The little child’s eyes were extraordinarily tough: “Dad is not dead, he will move.” He was stubborn and afraid, but said with courage, “It was Wen Shi who pushed Daddy well, and he would move. , She pushed him and then stopped. ”
Tong Yan Tong Tong, but speak clearly.
Wen Shuhua was flabbergasted, staring at the child who had grown to her waist, unbelievable: “Jin Yu, what are you talking about?”
“It was Wen Shi that pushed him.” His eyes were red, and I wondered if he was afraid. He was about to cry, but he endured. “It’s not the thief, nor my sister, it’s Wen Shi.”
He shouted: “She hurt it!”
Wen Shuhua was stunned for a long time and recovered. The first thing was to cover Jiang Jinyu’s mouth and scold him: “Jin Yu, don’t talk nonsense!”
He pushed hard: “I saw it, it was her!”
“She pushed it!”
Wen Shuhua grabbed his arm and freed a hand to cover his mouth: “Don’t talk nonsense! Shut up and hear, shut up!”
In the end, it was a child of seven or eight years old. I was so scared, I cried in the room.
A week after the incident.
On that day, the Wen family came to the guest, and Wen Shuhua pulled away the servants and led the guest upstairs to her bedroom.
The door wasn’t closed tightly, and she didn’t pay attention. There was a little figure hiding behind the door.
“What is the real cause of death?” Wen Shuhua asked.
The other person, in his forties, was a fat woman named Xue Pinghua. He was the forensic doctor responsible for the Wen family ’s murder. She said: “The depressed fracture of the skull resulted in intracranial hemorrhage and died.”
Wen Shuhua surprised: “Isn’t it a knife in the abdomen?”
Xue Pinghua explained: “Although there is a lot of blood in the abdomen, it is not hurt and is not lethal.” She added, “The real cause of death is indeed intracranial hemorrhage.”
After listening, she was silent for a long time before she got up and took out a white envelope from the drawer in front of the dressing cabinet and handed it to Xue Pinghua: “Ms. Xue, on the autopsy report, I hope that the cause of death is written to cause abdominal bleeding and death.”
Xue Pinghua hesitated for a short time, took the envelope, opened the denomination of the check inside, and then nodded, “I see.”
At this time, the servant outside the door suddenly shouted: “Little Master.”
Wen Shuhua in the room immediately raised his head, only to find that the door opened a small slit, looked back at Xue Pinghua, she closed the envelope, Wen Shuhua went to open the door, and ordered the next man: “Call the driver to deliver the passenger.”
"Это миссис"
After Xue Pinghua left, she left the other servants, beckoned to Jiang Jinyu and called him: “Jin Yu, come here.”
He entered the room timidly.
She stood before him: “What did you hear?”
Seven or eight-year-old children do n’t understand it well and do n’t lie: “You gave that person money.”
She corrected: “You are wrong, not money.”
He shook his head: “It’s money, I recognize cheques.”
At that time, although Jin Yu was young, it was early, and he had a temperament.
Wen Shuhua squatted in front of him and could only coax: “Jin Yu, don’t tell anyone anything, no matter what you see, don’t speak, you just don’t see anything when you don’t know anything.”
He was ignorant, but he was stubborn: “But my sister pushed my father.”
She was immediately angry and shouted at him: “She doesn’t!”
"у нее есть!"
"ты-"
He did not listen, glared at his mother, and shouted hard in his throat: “It’s her, she’s a bad guy! The police don’t catch my sister Shengsheng, just grab her, she’s the big bad guy!”
Wen Shuhua raised his hand and slapped him in the face: “You shut me up!”
He was quiet, with red eyes.
Wen Shuhua couldn’t bear it, ignoring the beginning and hardening his heart: “If you dare to talk nonsense again, your mother will not want you!”
At the young age, I would be afraid.
Covering his mouth, he dared not cry and whimpered softly.
Later, Jin Yu didn’t talk much, and she hid when she saw her. After a few days, he was ill. The mother brought an old grandfather and said, “Jin Yu, this is a doctor, to see you.”
He backed away, covering his head with a quilt.
Wen Shuhua covered her mouth and almost cried. She sat by the bed, lifted the quilt, gritted her teeth, and pulled him out of the quilt: “Grandpa will treat you and you will be fine.”
He hid back timidly and said no.
Wen Shuhua hugged him and cried, “Jin Yu, I’m sorry, my mother shouldn’t hit you, it’s all bad for my mother.”
He no longer struggled, looked up at his mother, reached out, wiped her tears, and whispered: “Mom, Jin Yu didn’t lie, it was really pushed by her sister.”
Wen Shuhua burst into tears.
«Мама, не плачь».
“I’m not talking nonsense, I’m not talking …”
After coaxing Jin Yu to sleep, Wen Shuhua came out of the room and dried his tears: “Doctor Qiao, can he forget something?”
Dr. Qiao hesitated: “The young master is too young and a little careless, I am afraid there will be an accident.”
She clasped her hands and remained silent for a long time: “Is there any way that he can’t speak?”
“Mrs. Are you afraid that the young master is talking nonsense?” Dr. Qiao struggled for a long time, a little bit unbearable, and supported us, “but there is a way.”
"Разговаривать."
Later, Jin Yu didn’t speak anymore, and he hid in the room, even in the cupboard, and saw no strangers or said a word.
It took a whole year before he reopened, and only spoke a few words. If he didn’t ask him, he would not say anything. He always sat alone, lowered his head, and did some repetitive movements.
One day, Wen Shuhua asked him: “Jin Yu, do you remember the flower room?”
He raised his head, without any waves in his eyes.
Not assured, she asked again: “Jin Yu, you answer your mother, do you remember?”
He lowered his head and shook.
She just remembered that Jin Yu hadn’t called her mother for a long time.
The psychiatrist made the diagnosis, which was autism and was accompanied by social fear.
Since then, there have always been doctors in and out of the Wen family. In the children ’s room on the second floor, there are many bottles and jars, all of which are Jin Yu ’s medicines. , No friends, no playmates, always sitting alone, I do n’t know what to look at, there are no shadows in my eyes.
Once, the psychologist had just left, and Wen Shuning teased, “Sister, you are so cruel.”
Wen Shuhua did not know so: “What are you talking about?”
“Don’t you make your son autistic?” Wen Shuning narrowed his eyes with a meaningful meaning.
Wen Shuhua immediately looked down: “What are you talking about!”
Wen Shuning leaned on the handrail of the stairs and held his hands to relax: “If not, why so many psychiatrists, there is no one who treats him well, and he will prescribe medicine every day.”
Wen Shuhua looked nervous: “I don’t know what you are talking about.”
Her expression of anger is more like a bluff.
Wen Shuning smiled: “I don’t know what you are doing yet.”
Of course, she would n’t tell the old man, she could not ask for anything. A sick child, the old man ca n’t reuse it even if he likes males.
On the second floor, the siblings were tit-for-tat.
After suffering from autism, Jin Yu stopped talking and ignored others, and was not lukewarm to anyone, except that when he saw Wen Shi good, his empty eyes were full of hatred and anger.
Wen Shihao didn’t like Jin Yu originally. After he closed, she was even more disgusted: “What a stare!”
After being ill for a year, he was skinny, staring at his eyes, his voice was immature, and he scolded her word by word: “bad, human.”
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