"What does it mean, he, he caught the people sent to deal with them?"

He Yiming started stuttering again, so nervous that he didn't speak well.

He Shengying didn't say anything, and sat down on the sofa, with a pale face.ωωw..net

"Damn, then we're exposed?"

He Yiming scratched his head and walked back and forth, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

"No, we must be scaring us and testing whether people were sent by us."

He Shengying immediately calmed down his emotions and called Jin Cheng in a hurry, but Jin Cheng was sleeping soundly in his arms and didn't answer his call at all.

"Damn it!"

He Shengying smashed his phone angrily, and his hands were shaking together.

"If they know about uncle's death, then what should I do?"

He Yiming could no longer calm down and was in a mess.

He Shengying slapped him violently and warned him with the collar, "You grit your teeth and endure this matter. If you dare to say something, I won't keep you even if it's my son."

After saying that, he pushed He Yiming hard on the sofa, his eyes fiercely, so scared that He Yiming didn't dare to say a word, and everyone was trembling.

When He Shengying saw his son's appearance, she realized that she had reacted too much and pinched her eyebrows irritably and pushed herself to calm down.

Suddenly he glanced at the butler who took a lot of luggage downstairs and asked him angrily, "You old guy, why are you moving our stuff down!"

The housekeeper waved his hand to stop the servants behind him, and looked at He Shengying with his hands on his abdomen, saying, "The young master said, please go to the small villa next door, and his relatives and friends will move in at the main house."

"What? Isn't the small villa next door for the servants to live in? Let's move in?"

He Yiming jumped up, pointed at the butler and scolded.

The butler ignored He Yiming and told him, "If you have any questions, you can ask the young master in person."

After saying that, he made a gesture of asking upstairs, neither humble nor arrogant.

He Yiming was so angry that he stepped forward and raised his hand to hit the housekeeper, but a figure suddenly rushed over, and the sword body was facing He Yiming's neck with a cold voice, "Beating the old man is not a human should do."

"Who the hell do you have to do with you?"

Without saying the word Ah, He Yiming stopped in horror, and swallowed his saliva and retreated because 49's weapon had already met his forehead.

He Yiming knew 49. The people around He Zheng killed people without blinking for He Zheng.

Haman turned around blankly and was a little confused when he saw 49.

Didn’t he leave behind me? He was far away, so why did he come in so quickly?

"It's faster."

Seeing Harman's doubts, 49 brief explanation was found, and then handed the suitcase in Harman's hand to the butler for instructions, "It's the young master's friend, arrange two rooms."

“Okay OK.”

When the housekeeper heard that it was Ye Miao's person, he immediately smiled. Then he looked at Haman for no reason and asked, "He is so beautiful. Do you have a betrothal partner?"

Haman was confused when he heard this, how could he ask the little girl?

He looked up at 49 and asked 49 what the 49 butler meant.

49 instantly realized that the butler misunderstood that Haman was a woman and wanted to explain it to Haman, but before he could speak, the butler said happily, "So it's Mr. 49's wife! You've been married after not seeing each other for a few years."

Harman immediately blushed and waved his hand to explain to the butler, "I'm not his wife."

"So it's my girlfriend! That's not far from my wife."

Butler, I understand the face, and I misunderstood completely.

Haman's face became redder and redder, the kind of redness that turned anxious.

He looked up at 49 in panic and asked 49 to explain quickly.

But 49 kept staring at him and not talking, but also sweeping up and down.

Looking closely, he is indeed more beautiful than a woman, with long legs and thin waists, and has blond hair and golden eyes that he has never seen in H country. He looks back when walking on the street.

His face is not at all incongruous for a man to be a wife, and his head shape is always tied up, which makes people think of it.

Could it be that you like men?

49. He has set his own orientation without authorization.

Why does he always look at me like this? Is he like my face?

Haman looked puzzled and raised his eyes to face 49's four eyes.

It's really a strange person.
Chapter completed!