Reborn as the Villain President’s Cat & Dog

Chapter 107

Jiang Zimo was taken away, no matter how unwilling he was, he was still put in jail. He cried again and again, but no one came to see him.

Wen Bo was lying on the bed with red eyes. Wen Su looked at him and said in a low voice after being silent for a long time, “The previous thing is to buy a lesson. Next time, don’t be so stupid.”

Wen Bo did not speak, and asked for a long time, “How long will he be locked up?”

“Long time.” Wen Su said, “I will hire the best lawyer and sentence him to the heaviest sentence.”

Wen Bo didn’t speak, he still couldn’t believe that Jiang Zimo would kill him.

Wen Su doesn’t need him to say anything, Wen Bo has recovered very well recently, and the time he has been awake is getting longer and longer, so he just needs to do a good job of rehabilitation.

“Your leg injury is very serious, but other injuries are not serious. I will hire a rehabilitation teacher for you. Soon, your body will be able to move.”

Wen Bo nodded and said softly, “Thank you.”

Wen Su sighed and looked at him tenderly, “My brother, what are you polite.”

Wen Bo was a bit sad for an instant. During this period, he was not without a sense of consciousness. Although he could not wake up, consciousness did exist. He could hear what Wen Su said to him every day, he could feel the self-blame and guilt of the other party, and he could also feel his care and care for himself.

He used to think that Jiang Zimo would be the person who loved him the most, but he went around, and in the end, it was his family who loved him the most.

“I will be very obedient in the future.” Wen Bo said.

Wensu smiled, “That’s good.”

The rehabilitation teacher invited by Wen Su came the next day. The other person was very professional and patient. Wen Bo would study with him when he woke up. He slowly moved his hands and sat up.

His legs were severely injured, and he might not be able to live without a wheelchair in his entire life, but compared to his death, sitting in a wheelchair is nothing.

Wen’s father called him several times. He is not in good health over the past few years, and he often goes out to recuperate. Wensu did not tell him Wenbo’s car accident. Wenbo also concealed it very cooperatively. Wenbo didn’t do anything. I know, and I feel that my youngest son has become a lot more sensible these days.

It didn’t take long for Wenbo to be formally discharged from the hospital. He returned to Wen’s house and his house.

Wen Mingyi knew from Sir Jundor that when Jiang Zimo was in prison, the potato chips in his hand almost did not fall off. Sir Jundor lowered his head and ate the potato chips in his hand, touched his head, and explained ” He wants to kill Wen Bo.”

“What’s the matter?” Wen Mingyi was puzzled.

Si Jundor sat next to him and briefly explained the whole story. Wen Mingyi couldn’t believe that Jiang Zimo was so cruel? Just to stop taking care of Wenbo, I wanted to kill him personally. Doesn’t he have a conscience?

However, judging from his death in the previous life, Jiang Zimo shouldn’t.

“He is really terrible.” Wen Mingyi said, “I never thought that he would kill Wenbo with his own hands.”

Shi Junduo did not expect that when he first saw Jiang Zimo, he felt that the other party was gentle and considerate. Later, even if the two broke off diplomatic relations, he found that Jiang Zimo had many shortcomings, but he did not expect that he would kill, especially Wen Bo, which would be the most for him. good person.

“It is estimated that it will be difficult for him to get out of prison.” Priest Jundor said, “Wen Jia will not let him go. Even if he is lucky, he will really get out of prison one day, but there will be no future.”

Wen Mingyi understood that, just like he died in the previous life, the priest Jundor wanted to send Jiang Zimo to prison. At that time, he did not intend to let Jiang Zimo leave the prison alive. He wanted him to stay in prison for a lifetime, or die in prison. Pay for his life.

Wensu should be the same, especially Jiang Zimo killed Wenbo twice.

“Is Wenbo uncomfortable?” Wen Mingyi said in a happy mood, “particularly uncomfortable, the kind of painful one?”

“There must be discomfort, but after this incident, he also saw Jiang Zimo clearly, so now he is a little bit hopeless, and the whole person seems to have lost his spirit.”

“Oh!” Wen Mingyi commented, “He deserves it!”

Priest Jundor knew that he did not like Wenbo, and the things that Wenbo did against Wen Mingyi were really unpleasant, so he didn’t say anything, just said to him, “If you want to see them both One of them, you tell me, I will go with you.”

“I want to see Jiang Zimo.” Wen Mingyi said, “but I want to chat with him alone, not with you.”

Priest Jundor squinted at him, “Is there anything I can’t know?”

Wen Mingyi shook his head, “No. It’s just that I want to beat him and laugh at him, so you don’t want to see such a villain, I’m afraid you want to criticize and educate me after you see it.”

Wen Mingyi said, hugging his arm, “Okay? Just once.”

Priest Jundor couldn’t, and kissed him, “Okay.”

“You are the best.” Wen Mingyi raised his head and kissed him happily.

Jiang Zimo has lost a lot of weight, his face is haggard, and he is a little dark now. He looked at Wen Mingyi and laughed at himself, “Unexpectedly, it was you who came to see me first.”

Wen Mingyi looked at his desolate look, only feeling refreshed, smiled triumphantly, and said to him, “It shows how annoying you are.”

Jiang Zimo was silent for an instant, his expression stern.

“What are you doing to see me?” he asked, “See my joke?”

“Of course, otherwise, what do I come to see you for? To comfort you, encourage you, and enlighten you?” Wen Mingyi laughed, “What do you think, am I that kind of person?”

Jiang Zimo stood up, glared at him fiercely, as if he wanted to leave and end the conversation.

“Don’t you want to listen to me things you don’t know?” Wen Mingyi spurned.

Hearing this, Jiang Zimo was silent for a while, then sat down again, “You said.”

“You should know that I succeeded in my audition for the film directed by Zhao Wangyu.”

“I know.” Jiang Zimo gritted his teeth.

“Then you don’t know, Zhao Wangyu is my father, right?”

Jiang Zimo opened his eyes wide in an instant, in disbelief, “How is it possible, your surname is Wen, his surname is Zhao…”

“My mother and I have the same last name.” Wen Mingyi interrupted him, “My mother’s Chinese name is Wen Wei, but everyone prefers to call her English name Vivian. You should know this name too.”

Jiang Zimo couldn’t believe it, “Your parents are the two of them?”

“Yes.” Wen Mingyi nodded, “My parents got married very low-key. Not many people knew that they were husband and wife. So from the beginning, when I was in the entertainment industry, I didn’t want to make money or become famous. I just I want to get the attention of my parents because they haven’t cared about me for too long, nothing more.”

Jiang Zimo found it ridiculous. He had fought with Wen Mingyi for so long, but from the beginning to the end, he thought that what Wen Mingyi wanted was actually Wen Mingyi’s indifferent, but he, for those reasons, forced himself to where he is now. Step field!

“Of course, what I mainly want to tell you is not my parents, but the priest Jundor.”

Jiang Zimo looked at him and saw Wen Mingyi laugh, his eyebrows crooked, and it was very disgusting in his eyes.

“We are together.” Wen Mingyi said briskly. “It was earlier than the last time you saw me kiss him. You were right when you filed a complaint with my brother. I did it deliberately. I see it to stimulate you.”

He looked at the opposite person and deliberately said, “Do you really want to fall in love with him? I understand, after all, it feels really good to fall in love with him, especially when kissing and hugging or doing some private things, it’s a pity. You won’t own it. You won’t have it before, you won’t now, and you won’t have it in the future.

Jiang Zimo gritted his teeth and stared at him.

Wen Mingyi smiled, “If we get married in the future, I will give you a CD of our marriage so that you can listen to our love. Of course, the premise is that you can watch it here. But it is also possible that he does not want to give it. You, you know, he is very unsympathetic to everyone except I thought. He said that he had let go, but he had really let go, and he would never care anymore, and he didn’t think the people around him need to care.”

“He actually came with me today.” Wen Mingyi pointed to the door, “It’s just outside the door, but I didn’t let him in because I don’t want you to see him. Jiang Zimo, you will never see him in your life. It’s him.”

After Wen Mingyi finished speaking, stood up, Jiang Zimo looked at him glaringly, his eyes seemed a little red.

Wen Mingyi tilted his head and smiled at him, then walked out.

From my own death in the last life to the present, everything is finally about to come to an end. Wen Mingyi felt relaxed and happy. It seemed that there was a warm wind blowing. He finally saw that Jiang Zimo had entered the prison, and finally he was completely relieved.

Wen Mingyi breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the sunshine outside, and the priest Jundor who was standing in the sunshine slowly laughed.

He ran over, plunged into the arms of the priest Jundor, and plunged into the sun.

However, in places that Wen Mingyi can’t see, some things have not come to an end easily.

Wen Bo started to sleep unsteadily. At first he thought he was asleep for too long when he was in a car accident, but soon he realized that he was not. What made him unsettled was the same but different, recurring nightmares.

He can always see himself in his dreams, his brother and the priest Jundor.

He saw that he teamed up with outsiders to design Wensu and almost sent Wensu to prison. He said to Wensu, “I can’t help it, brother, I must control the entire style of writing, don’t blame me.”

Wen Su looked at him indifferently, without a trace of emotion in his eyes, only sadness.

He left the city without telling him. He rushed over to meet Wensu for the last time. Wensu looked at him as if he was watching a stranger. He said, “Don’t call my brother, I don’t deserve it.”

Wen Bo was frightened, watching him get on the plane, desperately trying to stop him, but found that he could not move, just like himself in his dream, watching him leave in vain.

This shouldn’t, this shouldn’t! Wen Bo woke up from his dream. He didn’t understand why he had such a dream. How could he frame his brother with someone else? He never thought about taking over Wen’s family, he has always supported his brother!

He was hesitant and at a loss, but the next day he had another dream. He dreamed that he had taken a knife, a very sharp knife. With this knife, he killed the priest Jundor.

Wen Bo’s entire back was wet with sweat. How could he kill the priest Jundor? How dare he? His dad and his brother will kill him!

But soon, Wen Bo thought about it, Wen Su left, and Wen Su had already ignored him.

He dreamed of fragmented dreams one after another, dreaming that Wen Mingyi was pushed by Jiang Zimo and had a car accident, dreaming that Wen Mingyi was not as lucky as himself and died on the spot. I also dreamed that the priest Jundor was going to send Jiang Zimo to prison. He desperately mobilized the relationship to prevent the priest Jundor from acting.

Those dreams of the first few days seemed to be strung together. In order to protect Jiang Zimo, he must have the rights of the entire Wen family, so he took the set and forced Wen Su to give up his rights.

Therefore, Wensu was completely disappointed in him and went away from home.

Therefore, he killed the priest Jundor and never had any future troubles, so that he and Jiang Zimo would have no worries about the future.

Wen Bo thought this was too absurd, it was impossible, he could not have the strength to seize power from his brother, nor could he have the courage to kill the priest Jundor.

But he kept and repeated these dreams. He tried to think calmly and found sadly. If it was not him, it was Wen Mingyi that was hit, then everything at the beginning was the revenge of the priest Jundor, he The maintenance of Jiang Zimo seems to be entirely possible.

There is nothing fearless about the news in the dream, but the reality is unacceptable.

He kept dreaming about the departure of Wensu and the death of the priest Jundor, like a nightmare, so that he did not dare to fall asleep, and even needed drugs.

Wen Su didn’t understand why he was so bad, and asked him, “What’s wrong with you? The doctor said that you have not been able to sleep well recently.”

Wen Bo nodded.

Wen Su asked him, “Is it because I have nothing to do at home, then go to the company with me.”

Wenbo heard that the company was like being electrocuted, and almost instantly refused, “I don’t want it.”

Wen Su was puzzled, but Wen Bo lowered his head and dared not look at him.

He didn’t want to go to the company, he didn’t dare to go to the company. Even if Jiang Zimo has gone to jail now, he is also afraid that one day, will he seize power from Wensu’s hands like in his dream, and welcome Wensu’s coldness and disappointment. Gaze.

“I want to rest for a while,” he said.

Wen Su naturally agreed, but he couldn’t help but worry when he looked at Wen Bo’s face.

Wen Bo didn’t dare to take the medicine continuously, and within a few days he had a nightmare again. He repeated it back and forth. Now he was scared to see the fruit knife.

He went to consult a psychiatrist, and the doctor asked him to relax, not to be anxious, and to face his dreams with a positive attitude.

But he can’t be positive, he can only be negative and pessimistic. He didn’t sleep the whole night, or kept taking medicine, and he lost his vitality.