MTL - After Being Kicked Out of a Wealthy Family, She Became a Fake Daughter and Shocked the World-Chapter 75 0 Lin Wu: Yes, I want to see you

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 Hearing this, Mr. Xun was moved and amused.

 In this world, teachers have always protected their disciples. If a disciple gets into any trouble, it is the teacher who solves it. The reverse is never the case.

He knew that Lin Wu's connections were probably very powerful, but he never thought of using them.

 Compared with these, he would rather Lin Wu was ordinary and not live in such danger, which made him afraid of seeing her in front of him covered in blood one day.

Xun Lao muttered: "I don't expect you to bear anything. Just take care of yourself and don't get into trouble. If something does happen, come back to me. My old man just doesn't want to cause trouble. It's not that I'm afraid of trouble or that I can't solve it."

Lin Wu: “I understand.”

“I wish you really knew.” Old Xun sighed, “Where will you live when you come to Jingzhong? If you don’t want to live on campus and can’t find a good house, then come and live with me, an old man.”

Lin Wu said: "I already have a house..."

Mr. Xun automatically ignored it, "Okay, just live with me, an old man. Your uncle Qian has always asked people to clean your room upstairs. It's clean and you can move in at any time. Besides, your things are there too." , new ones are added every season, just buy them when you don’t have enough.”

Lin Wu: "But I have already promised my friend..."

 “What? Who?” Xun Lao asked.

Lin Wu was afraid that what he said would make Mr. Xun want to ask more questions, so he swallowed his words and said, "It's nothing."

Mr. Xun said with satisfaction: "Then it's decided. Let me know in advance when you come to Beijing one day, and I will take you to go through the admission procedures. I also happened to have a look at Beijing University. I haven't been there for a long time."

Lin Wu: "..."

 She is not a child anymore, so she does not need anyone else to take her through the procedures.

Lin Wu sighed inwardly, answered the call, hung up the phone, drank the cold beer in his hand and threw it into the trash can, then went upstairs to the study.

 At night, Lin Wu finally found Wu Pengfei's personal information.

At this sight, Lin Wu was very surprised.

Wu Pengfei has been active in Beijing. After entering the Piano Association, he soon started to interact with the major wealthy families in Beijing. With his reputation as a member of the Piano Association and someone valued by Mr. Xun, he became close to many wealthy families. .

At this time, I haven’t seen any special backstage background of Wu Pengfei.

Until six months ago, Wu Pengfei was drunk and causing trouble in a bar in a ghost street in Beijing.

You must know that the ghost street is a very special existence in Beijing. Those who can gain a foothold in it are not simple roles. Moreover, the relevant departments will not control the ghost street, and other forces such as the black market will also treat the people in the ghost street. I'm very polite and don't want to offend you.

But Wu Pengfei smashed up the bar and caused an uproar.

Afterwards, the bar did not hold Wu Pengfei accountable, and Wu Pengfei himself did not pay any price.

Lin Wu scrolled back further and found Wu Pengfei's personal network records that she had obtained through covert means. Each of his private accounts had been in close contact with certain people, and even the call records often contained a few one-time temporary privacy records. Number.

 These all appeared after Wu Pengfei caused trouble in the ghost street.

 Lin Wu turned to the end and saw that Wu Pengfei had contacted the same unknown number several times in the past few days.

She thought for a moment, opened the drawer, found a disposable phone card she made last time, pressed it into her phone, and then dialed the number.

The bell rang for a long time, and just when Lin Wu almost thought the number couldn't be reached, it went through.

 A clear, low male voice sounded slowly.

"Hello?"

Lin Wu suddenly sat upright.

 This is Leng Linfeng’s voice!

She didn’t say anything. The man over there paused and said again: “Who is it?”

Lin Wu narrowed his eyes, weighed it up, hung up the phone, and then took out the phone card. Feeling that it was not safe, Lin Wu broke it off and threw it into the trash can.

Then Lin Wu bent his elbows and held his forehead, thinking, how could Wu Pengfei contact Leng Linfeng?

 Are they familiar?

What is the relationship between ˆ?

 Could it be that Wu Pengfei was working for Leng Linfeng, just like Zhang Yuge?

This reminded Lin Wu of what Zheng Mingxian once said, that the organization behind Leng Linfeng had been trying to infiltrate and weaken the power of major places over the years.

Now he is involved in the piano association? ? Lin Wu wiped his face and put down his mobile phone, wanting to see Bo Yuting.

 She did what she said, immediately got up and went downstairs, and then went to the next door, but the next door was dark and there was obviously no one.

Lin Wu stopped at the door, took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Bo Yuting: "Where are you?" 】

It didn't take long for Bo Yuting to reply: "Something's wrong, what's the matter?" 】

Lin Wu pursed his lips, deleted the words he typed one by one, and finally replied: "Nothing, you continue." 】

 After sending this message, she put away her phone and went back.

 Without taking two steps, Bo Yuting called directly.

Lin Wu got through and was about to speak when he heard what seemed to be some screams from his side, as well as the sound of biting and whistling wind, mixed with the man's slight breathing, which was indescribably strange.

 "What's wrong with you..." Lin Wu was surprised.

Bo Yuting answered very frankly and did not hide anything from her: "I met some people who were chasing me abroad before, let me deal with it."

Lin Wu frowned: "Do you need my help?"

Bo Yuting chuckled, "There's no need to dirty your hands with such a small matter. What do you want from me? Tell me."

At this moment, Lin Wu no longer had the strong desire to see him and tell him, so he shook his head and said, "It's nothing, you can continue your work."

The man said: "That's half the story, isn't it good? Do you want to see me?"

These words were meant as a joke, but what Bo Yuting never expected was that Lin Wu admitted straightforwardly: "Yes."

Bo Yuting was startled.

Lin Wu said: "Since you are busy, then..."

 “Not busy.” Bo Yuting said without thinking.

Lin Wu paused, and the next moment he heard the man's hoarse voice faded by the wind, revealing a gentle heartbeat: "Where are you? I'm going back now."

“…Outside your home.” Lin Wu said.

  The smile in the man’s voice became even louder: “Soon.”

After saying that, Bo Yuting hung up the phone for the first time.

Lin Wu stood in the silent night, with a rare moment to relax his mind. He looked around, and finally decided not to go back, so he sat down on the steps outside the gate of Boyu Ting's villa.

 While she was bored, she counted the ants passing by on the ground from time to time.

I don’t know how long it took, but the light of a car light suddenly appeared in my sight.

Lin Wu looked up and saw a low-key and luxurious black Maybach appearing, rushing towards her, and when it was about to reach her, it half-drifted and stopped on the opposite side of the road.

The car door opened, and Bo Yuting, still wearing a white coat, strode towards her, tall and tall.

Lin Wu was facing the light from this angle, so his face could not be seen clearly.

 Until the person stopped in front of him, Lin Wu glanced at the ground and said, "Eight hundred and fifty-six."

"…What?"

"From the time you hung up the phone to the time you came back, eight hundred and fifty-six ants passed by." Lin Wu said naturally and stood up.

 The next moment, the person in front of her suddenly stepped forward and hugged her into his arms.

Lin Wu was confused: "What are you doing?"

The emotion in Bo Yuting's eyes was indescribable, and he sighed in a low voice: "How come you are so soft-hearted?"