"Aman, which old man Xu told you this?"

Elder Long already had some guesses in his mind, but he still asked in disbelief.

Aman scratched his head: "Xu Qingfeng."

really!

Elder Long and Gu Qingying looked at each other with serious expressions.

If it were someone else, you might not take this to heart.

But the person who told Aman this was... Thief Saint Xu Qingfeng!

These words may have a deeper meaning!

Gu Qingying's eyes were wandering, thoughtful.

"Could it be that...Aman has always said that he wants to protect me, not just childish words, but that he really wants to protect me?"

This was what Gu Qingying had in mind.

Ever since Ah Man came here from Zhenjiang City, he had told her more than once that he wanted to protect her.

Before this, Gu Qingying had never taken these words seriously, but now...since it was Xu Qingfeng who taught Aman these words, then the protection...may be true protection!

"Young Madam..."

Elder Long's expression was solemn, his pupils tightened, and he subconsciously glanced at Gu Qingying's bulging belly.

Gu Qingying raised her hand and stroked her belly gently, and said with a smile: "It's okay, Mr. Long, we will definitely not lose this time. We have experienced this once, and I will not let the same thing happen again!"

His words were decisive, and his eyes exuded a fierce and fierce light.

Mother and child are weak by nature, but being a mother is strong.

At this moment, Mr. Long looked at Gu Qingying's eyes with fear.

Immediately.

Gu Qingying rubbed Ah Man's hair lovingly and smiled softly: "Then from tonight onwards, auntie will sleep with Ah Man all the time, okay?"

"good."

Ah Man nodded and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Aunt Qingying, I thought I could hold on, but the nightmare was too scary, so I had to do what Old Man Xu said."

"It doesn't matter."

Gu Qingying knew Aman's past well and did not ask what Aman's nightmare was.

As the two left.

Mr. Long sat dejectedly at his desk, looking at the mountains of information and documents in a daze.

a long time.

He slowly raised his head and murmured in a sad tone: "Madam... when will the young master come back? Madam, please protect the young madam and the bloodline!"

Xu Qingfeng's words to Ah Man were like a thorn in his heart.

According to Thief Saint Xu Qingfeng, even if you are "cautious", you still have to be vigilant.

Not to mention, the combat power of the Tianmen Mountain Villa in front of us is really worrying.

This is what Mr. Long is most worried about.

It's not something to be afraid of when you're usually young.

But the person who really covets Gu Qingying's blood... could it be Xiaoxiao?

After rubbing his face, Mr. Long opened the drawer box on his desk. He remembered that Chen Dong always liked to put a box of cigarettes in the drawer box. When he was worried and sad, he would smoke one to relieve his boredom.

Sure enough, a box of Brix was lying in the corner of the drawer box.

Mr. Long skillfully took out one, lit it and started smoking. Just as he was about to close the drawer box, he suddenly caught a glimpse of another corner from the corner of his eye.

In the corner, He Rang placed a copy of the Tao Te Ching flatly.

Mr. Long was distracted for a while while looking at the "Tao Te Ching". He held a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, burning it quietly, and stopped smoking.

Smoke curled down.

The corners of his wrinkled mouth suddenly turned up.

Immediately, he put out his cigarette butts, ignored the heavy work, took out the Tao Te Ching, left the study, and went to Po Meng's room.

the other side.

"ah!"

Zhao Polu suddenly sat up in shock, sweating profusely and panting.

The bedside lamp exudes dim light.

Since the two nightmares, he no longer dared to be completely in the dark when sleeping at night. The bedside lamp was always on, which was his only comfort.

But looking at the dim yellow light emitted by the bedside lamp at this moment, he was not at all at ease. Scenes from his dream kept reappearing, like ghostly hands dragging him into the endless cold abyss of hell.

"Dreams...are always these two dreams. Why, why do you keep having such dreams repeatedly?"

Zhao Polu rubbed his hair in frustration, his eyes were bloodshot.

There was silence for five seconds.

Zhao Polu got up and got out of bed, locking the door behind him.

Then he took out his cell phone and dialed Xu Qingfeng's number directly.

He had wanted to ask for a long time, but he had been holding back, and tonight he couldn't hold back anymore.

The phone just rang twice and was answered.

"You brat, why are you calling me in the middle of the night?"

On the phone, Xu Qingfeng complained a little.

As if he was hysterical, Zhao Polu asked with red eyes: "Old man Xu, let me ask you, why did my dream not disappear, but now I have another dream."

"oh?"

Xu Qingfeng exclaimed: "What dream?"

"I dreamed of a person, a tomb, and a yellow dragon."

Zhao Polu briefly described it.

Xu Qingfeng responded calmly: "Oh, that's right."

correct?!

Zhao Polu was stunned for a moment and yelled: "To your mother!"

"My mother died a long time ago." Xu Qingfeng said.

Zhao Polu: "..."

While speechless.

On the phone, Xu Qingfeng said in a deep voice: "Oh, by the way, your mother is dead too. Don't keep sending money to that account. It's all fake. That's my account."

Boom!

Zhao Polu felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his nose suddenly ached, and he felt sad in his heart.

Mom...is gone?

Memories came flooding back, and scenes from the past were like red-hot sharp knives, stabbing hard into his heart.

He was a lowlife and a bad gambler, and he did not hesitate to fall to this level. After learning from Xu Qingfeng, he wanted to eliminate the dream. However, evil people still have filial piety. For his mother... besides feeling guilty, he still felt guilty.

After joining Chen Dong's group, he received a lot of material benefits, but he always remitted money to his mother's account on time every month.

Even this habit was developed a long time ago.

The difference from today is nothing more than how much.

"Why...why have you been hiding it from me?"

Zhao Polu's eyes were red and he squeezed out a sentence through his teeth.

On the phone, Xu Qingfeng was silent for two seconds.

Then he said slowly: "Polu...Chen Dong's life trajectory has been woven by someone."

Snapped!

After saying that, Xu Qingfeng hung up the phone directly.

Zhao Polu was stunned for a moment and hurriedly called back, but Xu Qingfeng's phone was turned off.

"What do you mean? Old man Xu, what do you mean?"

Zhao Polu went crazy and threw his phone to the ground so hard that it broke into pieces.

Anger, pain, sadness...

All kinds of emotions came in an instant.

Zhao Polu's eyes were red with tears, and he was in a state of collapse.

But what Xu Qingfeng said when he hung up the phone appeared in his mind like a nightmare.

He knew Old Man Xu and would never say such nonsense without any purpose.

Could it be that...my mother has died a long time ago, but Old Man Xu has been hiding it from me?
Chapter completed!