Chapter 252: Chapter 100: The Last Secret (2)

In the face of this man who was still thinking about Chi Zheng's death, he was already full of anger. He was well-educated and had the habit of rolling in officialdom for many years, which kept him dead.
"Please invite Mr. Shen of unknown origin." He ordered the servants coldly.
Shen Tuo teased his lips with a mockery, "Leave? After I say what I want to say, I will naturally leave. If this is not the hall of Chizheng, I don't want to stay for a moment."
Wang Luya came over and grabbed his arm, looking at him anxiously. He patted her hand comfortably, and lowered her hand gently. The smudge of Shen Tuo's lips was a little deeper.
At this time, the silent mother came over.
"Is Mr. Shen coming to worship my wife?"
The old man's tone was calm and demure.
Shen Tuo raised her eyebrows slightly and bowed to the old lady, but she was very humble.
The old lady nodded and said softly, "Please Mr. Shen come with the old lady to get a stick of incense."
His mother glanced at him again. "Passing by the door is a visitor. Today is the death of Chi Zheng."
He winked at the steward who stood by, and the steward immediately stepped forward to support the old lady.
Mother sternly said: "Hong Yi, what are you going to do? Don't let me get involved?"
He smiled coldly, "Come, invite Mr. Shen out."
Several servants came over, Shen Tuo's look remained unchanged, and he only lightly hit the palm of his hand.
A man in formal attire came in with a large black plastic bag in his hand.
"Lu Hongyi, what you did to Chizheng that day, today, I will recover it for her."
Shen Tuo took the bag handed by his men, yanked it open, grabbed something from the bag, and pushed it up into the air.
Suddenly, countless envelopes were lifted in the air, colorful, and some fell fiercely on his face. The people present were all horrified and wondered what Shen Tuo meant.
He laughed angrily, reaching for one of the envelopes. Today's stand is imperative! He hated the man in front of him so much, the man who was still thinking before Chi Zheng died.
However, when his eyes touched the envelope on his hand, his look changed and he took a step under his feet.
A easy collection.
auzw.com
The cover is the character of Chi Zheng, and there is a small number in the lower right corner of the envelope: 49. It was all written by his wife. How could he not recognize it?
He could no longer disguise, and stepped forward to grab Shen Tuo's collar. "What's the matter?"
Shen Tuotong satired: "Mr. Lu, you are also literate, why come to ask me? Don't you see for yourself what Chi Zheng wrote to you?"
He gritted his teeth for a long time and waved away Shen Tuo.
Hands, trembling to tear the seal. What flashed in his mind was the scene of Chizhen shaking his hand that day, reloading the letter Wang Luyao wrote to him in an envelope. The anxiety in his heart seemed to be broken by something suddenly, floating up little by little.
"Slow." Shen Tuo stopped him suddenly and smiled slightly. "Before reading the letter from Chi Zheng, I want to tell you something."
He looked up sharply and sneered: "Mr. Shen, what else hasn't been sold? Please bring it all out. Don't you think it is funny?"
Shen Tuo gave a faint whisper, his eyes narrowed, and drew a wrinkled portrait into You Yan's hands.
From the beginning of the man's entry, most of the people saw his cynical appearance, and now he saw his eyes frown, his eyes full of sadness, and he couldn't help holding back.
"Cheng Zheng, I'm sorry, I still live up to your request." Shen Tuo laughed softly, and then said lowly, "After a hundred years, Shen Tuo pleaded guilty to you."
The man said suddenly when he came over and said, word by word: "Lu Hongyi, the person who hid the letter in private that day was not Chizheng."
He trembled, shaking, "Who isn't she?"
"How do you know this?" He screamed loudly.
Shen Tuo laughed loudly, and everyone heard in his ears, only to find the voice hoarse and unbearable.
But Shen Tuo slowly walked up to the old lady, and Wen Sheng said, "Auntie, do you remember a letter you gave to Chi Zheng, it was written to your son by Wang Luya many years ago."
The old woman frowned and nodded her head slightly. "What happened to that letter?"
"Mom, was that letter you gave to Chizhen?"
He thought he couldn't say a word anymore, but he heard himself asking his mother, his voice was surprisingly calm, and he couldn't afford a wave.
The mother sighed, "Yes, I gave it to her. It was the day you quarreled." What suddenly came to her thoughts, and trembled, "Did you argue over this letter?"
He gritted his teeth and asked, "Is it a letter you hid?"
The old lady nodded and glanced at Wang Luyao, who was pale.