Han Zhixun's expression changed.

Yinwu looked at Ling Ziyue.

Ling Ziyue couldn't read anything he wanted from those eyes.

It's like an unreachable black hole.

"My nephew, aren't you a policeman yourself? Oh, that's not right. It seems that you are no longer the policeman."

Sure enough, if Han Zhixun wants to check everything about him, he will know it clearly.

"Don't worry, if my nephew wants to investigate, I will definitely help to the end."

He put his hand on Ling Ziyue's shoulder and patted it.

When leaving, he finally called Han Muxue, his majestic voice making people shudder.

"Xue'er, aren't you going home yet?"

"Xue'er, let's leave quickly!"

Sister Hong had the vision and stepped forward to pull Han Muxue away.

"Xue'er..."

Ling's mother, who had temporarily lost her support, finally reacted and stretched out her hand to try to grab Han Muxue's hand.

"mom!"

Ling Ziyue frowned, holding Ling's mother's hand tightly, staring at the back of Han Zhixun and his group as they left in a mighty manner with his deep and dark eyes.

"Han, Chairman Han!"

Realizing that this was the famous Chairman of the Han family, the aunt who was always following people's influence, couldn't care about anything, and hurriedly got up and chased after her.

Han Zhixun turned around and glanced strangely and lightly at this woman who seemed ridiculous to him.

"Chairman Han, I am the mother of Lin Heng, the HR manager of Ling Group."

With a flattering look on her face, she hurriedly took out the recently printed name tag from the brand-name bag she had just purchased, bowed her head and bent over to hand it over respectfully.

Han Zhixun glanced at it lightly, took the business card, looked at it, and laughed.

"Lin Heng, I know."

"Oh, really? What a coincidence."

The wrinkles on the aunt's face turned into flowers as she smiled, and she was about to continue selling her good son, but she didn't expect that Han Zhixun had already turned around and left with a cold face.

"Director Han, please go slowly. Our Lin Heng would like to ask you to take good care of us in the future."

She lowered her head and bowed sincerely, feeling happy in her heart. Unexpectedly, a gust of cold wind blew, and a small card was blown to her feet.

It was the business card she just handed over.

Korean house.

The black Rolls-Royce Phantom did not drive towards Han Muxue's apartment this time, but slowly stopped in front of the Han House on the outskirts of the city.

The air here is good, the scenery is good, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, and rich people gather together.

When Han Zhixun arrived at his own place, he no longer had to pretend. He had endured it all the way in the car.

"Snow!"

"Zhixun!"

As soon as the car door opened, Han Zhixun was so angry that he clamped down on Han Muxue's slender wrist, roughly dragged him into the door without any explanation, and then threw him hard on the cold marble floor.

"hiss!"

Han Muxue moved her wrist, which was already slightly bruised.

She somewhat disliked this body. After exercising for so long, it was still so fragile and untouchable.

Just as he was thinking about it, Han Zhixun raised his hand high again, and the wind from his palm came fiercely.

"don't want!"

Sister Hong exclaimed and rushed forward, hugging Han Zhixun's waving arm, but she still didn't have time.

Seeing that this solid slap was about to fall again, Han Muxue couldn't bear it any longer. She stood up decisively and grabbed the iron hand that Han Zhixun had chopped off with one hand.

"Do you think I will remain silent and receive a slap from you?"

Han Zhixun was so angry that he tried to continue to slap her with force, only to realize that this girl's resistance power should not be underestimated. During the secret struggle, he could not gain much upper hand.

Looking at the video of this girl again, she was motionless and standing straight, which made him even more unbelievable.

How can it be?

Suddenly, how could a little girl with no strength in her hands have such great strength?

Indeed, combined with her recent series of performances, it is really abnormal.

His anger towards Han Muxue slowly turned into suspicion.

Could it be related to the bombing half a year ago?

She suddenly got so close to that boy from the Ling family. Was she bewitched by that wild girl and start cooperating with the police?

"Tell me, what's your relationship with that boy from the Ling family?"

Han Zhixun's face changed very quickly. In an instant, he had changed from a ferocious face to a kind-hearted one. After letting go of Han Muxue, he stepped on the custom-made short boots and circled around Han Muxue with his back hand, crisp and calm.

The slow clicking sound spread throughout the entire hall.

"I like him!"

Han Muxue blurted out the answer she had thought of in the car just now without thinking.

"oh?"

Han Zhixun stopped and stared at Han Muxue's face with interest.

"Then does he like you?"

Han Muxue sighed, pretending to be distressed.

"It's so fast."

Han Zhixun smiled and reached out to Han Muxue's ear.

Han Muxue subconsciously hid on guard.

After a moment, Han Zhixun's paused hand slowly fell behind Han Muxue's ear, arranging her disobedient strand of hair.

It was with the hand that vowed to give her some suffering just now.

"Then try hard to catch up!"

His cold and unemotional fingers once again covered Han Muxue's smooth little face, sighing at its perfection.

"With such a beautiful face, no man should be able to refuse..."

His five fingers worked hard again, pinching Han Muxue's cheeks and forcing her to look up at him.

"Remember, your surname is Han, you are a member of my Han family when you are born, and you are a ghost of my Han family when you die. If you dare to cheat, don't blame me for being cruel. I have many ways."

"Okay, just stay at home these days. I wouldn't worry about you being alone outside."

After warning Han Muxue, he casually took out the handkerchief in his pocket, wiped his hands, and went up the escalator on the second floor without looking back.

There were only three women left in the hall, looking at each other.

"Li Qihong, if nothing happens, you can leave."

Hu Lina raised her chin high and issued the order to expel guests as a hostess.

"I still have to take care of Xue'er. I'm not worried about leaving her here alone."

Sister Hong finally got into the house, especially today, she didn't want to be left behind.

"Sister Hong, you should go back early. I can take care of myself. Don't worry."

Han Muxue turned sideways and winked at Sister Hong, signaling her to leave. Her small actions today also fell into his eyes.

She understands that Sister Hong wants to vent her anger, but Hu Lina is not that easy to offend. Sister Hong doesn't seem to understand the principle of giving up when she gets angry.

"Okay, then I'll go first, Xue'er, you have to be nice. If there's any old witch who wants to bully you, give me a call."

Before she left, she took a special look at Hu Lina. She stepped hard on the high heels on her feet, as if she was venting her unwillingness.

After Hu Lina watched Sister Hong go out, she held on to the mahogany handrail of the spiral staircase and climbed upstairs little by little.

She didn't say anything, she just stopped and took a deep look at Han Muxue.

Han Muxue felt a chill on her back.

She was the only one left in the empty hall for a moment. She looked around curiously.

This was her first time back to the Han family.

How many secrets does this place hide?

Although it was daytime, the lighting in the entire house was not good and it was very dim.

She looked up and saw that the beautiful multi-layered crystal chandelier on the ceiling was so high and its cool white light could illuminate the entire hall, but it was as cold as the owner of the house, Han Zhixun.

"who?"

She looked around vigilantly, and the strong sense of spying made her very uncomfortable.

Someone is staring at me in a corner.
Chapter completed!