"Hey, hello, Sister Xue'er."

The phone vibrated loudly and Han Muxue picked it up. Xiaoyun on the other end hesitated to speak.

"What's wrong, Xiaoyun?"

Han Muxue heard something strange.

"We have an important guest at home, and we have something important to do."

Xiaoyun deliberately emphasized the word "important guest".

Han Muxue is not stupid, she heard something else.

It was probably because she beat that bald old guy that the incident came to light.

"Don't be afraid, I'll be back soon."

"well."

"What happened?"

Seeing Han Muxue's solemn expression when she hung up the phone, Yan Luo felt a little worried.

"The old fox is out, I have to go back for a while."

"I'll go back with you."

Yan Luo followed Han Muxue until they reached the main road.

"Need not."

Han Muxue flatly refused.

"Just give me snacks on the things I asked you to help me check. Also, help me take care of Master!"

In the dark night, her sassy look back and bright smile lit up Yan Luo's whole world again.

He vaguely saw the afternoon with mottled tree shadows and golden particles floating finely in the air.

At the age of seventeen, she has not yet cut off her shawl-length hair, as black and soft as seaweed, with a round and short kitten face.

When we met for the first time, she showed a bright smile with eight teeth, which gave the weak late summer of cicadas new meaning.

But such beauty gradually accumulated and fermented in his heart, turning into jealousy.

Why is there always a place in her heart that belongs to Ji Feiyu?

Before entering the community, Han Muxue specially bought a bottle of water, held it in her hand, and drank most of it before entering the corridor.

She listened quietly at the door for a while, but there was no movement. After thinking about it, she pretended to be tired from running and went home. She pressed the password lock and complained to Xiaoyun as if no one was around.

"I'm exhausted. It was the first time I went out for a night run and I got lost. Fortunately, I brought my mobile phone."

There were actually a lot of people standing in the living room. Four or five strong men in black suits and stern faces stood straight in a row, all checking their codes. They were professional and well-trained. At first glance, they were all practitioners.

This kind of human wall has an invisible sense of oppression.

Xiaoyun knelt on his knees and remained motionless. After hearing Han Muxue's voice, he suddenly raised his head and winked as a reminder.

Han Muxue's eyes slowly turned to the single sofa, where the man sitting with his back to her was sitting.

All you could see was the back of his head covered by his thick, shiny black hair, and his hand wearing a valuable gold watch, which was tapping the armrest of the sofa.

Sister Hong just stood beside him with her knees slightly bent, not daring to sit down.

"I'm home?"

A low baritone with no emotion.

Han Muxue understood that with such aura and style, Han Zhixun was undoubtedly the one.

"Um."

She responded vaguely, her mind spinning rapidly as to how to deal with such a situation.

"Going for a night run? Alone?"

"Um."

Han Zhixun still didn't move and continued to sit on the sofa asking questions. Han Muxue felt a little uneasy.

"Xue'er,"

As he spoke, he buttoned up his inner vest and stood up, walking towards Han Muxue.

He has a high-spirited back, a round and square face, and dark eyes with flowing dark eyes. The eye sockets are deep and deep, revealing the city. He is also handsome and not overly happy. He wears a perfectly tailored dark blue suit with a pin on his chest.

There is only a gold pen, and his whole body is full of conceited publicity.

He is a refined middle-aged man who knows how to manage himself very well.

He walked up to Han Muxue with his hands behind his back and stopped. The circle of people following behind him also stopped.

Han Zhixun smiled, but in Han Muxue's eyes, he really had bad intentions.

He even stretched out his well-maintained hand and gently covered Han Muxue's slightly hot left cheek.

All Han Muxue felt was the biting cold, and there was no trace of the warmth of a father's love for his children.

Han Zhixun carefully rubbed Han Muxue's face with his cold fingertips, and told Han Muxue softly with love and regret.

"Your mother is in a bad situation in the hospital recently. She stayed up all night and yelled, and the whole hospital was disturbed."

She was shocked: Didn't Han Muxue's mother pass away many years ago?! Is she still alive?

"Xue'er, do you think I should move her to another place to recuperate?"

Han Zhixun's originally gentle hands suddenly pinched Han Muxue's slender neck with fierce force.

Sister Hong exclaimed: "No!"

His knees went weak, and he knelt on the ground holding Han Zhixun's legs and begging for mercy.

A mocking smile slowly appeared on Han Muxue's lips.

The look in Han Zhixun's violent eyes was filled with disdain.

Han Zhixun was stunned, feeling that Han Muxue was different today.

Han Muxue smiled, and Han Zhixun couldn't react to that evil spirit.

"Kill me now if you can."

Han Muxue showed no fear, and her long eyelashes did not blink at all. She was confident that Han Zhixun would not touch her.

All this is just punishment and threats for her disobedience.

A long stalemate.

Of course Han Zhixun didn't have the guts to do it.

People like him can't stand it at all.

After seeing that Han Muxue refused to accept this trick, he became furious. After letting go of her, he slapped the unprepared Han Muxue to the ground with a vicious big mouth.

Han Muxue was caught off guard.

This slap was so dark that the corners of Han Muxue's mouth and eye sockets were broken, and blood slowly oozed out. When he touched it with his hand, his delicate little face became swollen.

Her ears were buzzing, but she couldn't help but feel secretly happy and breathed a sigh of relief.

This is disfigurement, right? Look at how this old fox still thinks about giving her to the old man in exchange for money every day.

She had an idea again, lying on the ground, closing her eyes, and pretended to be knocked unconscious.

"Snow!"

Sister Hong's eyes turned red from crying, she threw herself down to help others, turned around and complained like a woman: "Han Zhixun, you are too cruel, she is your biological daughter!!"

Han Zhixun calmed down, frowned and glanced at Han Muxue who was motionless on the ground, then turned his head and gave ruthless instructions.

"Send the person to the hospital and let me take good care of him."

"Yes, Chairman."

The leading man in black had no expression on his face and directly picked up Han Muxue who was lying on the floor. Without any mercy, the people in the room huffed and trotted out of the apartment.

The black and luxurious Rolls-Royce Phantom was speeding through the night, heading towards Han's Hospital, which has the top local medical standards.

The VIP suite of the Royal Hotel, the location of the murder.

Ling Ziyue, who also appeared on the scene this time, had a great impact.

The man on the bed with no palms and genitals, and a tragic death, was his uncle Ling Zhengjun.

He stood outside the cordon of the room, looking at his forensic colleagues who were taking samples, taking photos and collecting evidence, with a somewhat hollow look in his eyes.

how so?

"Ling Ziyue!"

Ji Feiyu, who was also busy in the cordon, noticed what was on his mind, walked to the outside, took off his gloves, and patted his arm to express understanding.

"How about you go back first? You had to avoid this case. Thank you for your hard work."

He didn't speak, his eyes fixed on Ling Zhengjun. The red silk ultra-short suspender dress was cramped and tight on Ling Zhengjun's body.

Ling Zi's expression became more and more serious.

"What's wrong?"
Chapter completed!