late at night.

It was raining heavily in the capital.

The Ye family mansion is quiet.

Among them, there was still light in one room.

An old woman in old clothes and wrinkled face stood in front of the door and knocked on the door three times.

"Miss."

The old woman bent down slightly and shouted softly, her voice hoarse.

"Grandma Hua, please see you."

A clear and pleasant sound came from the room.

Grandma Hua gently pushed the door and entered.

A woman with beautiful hair and extremely delicate face, as if she was a fairy in the world, sat upright in front of the sandalwood table.

The decorations on the sandalwood table are simple, a desk lamp, a glass of water, and a stack of documents.

A woman holds a pen in her forehand and signs her name on an important document.

Lin Qingcheng.

The three characters are delicate and dignified, but they are powerful and powerful, and they are both rigid and soft, revealing a sharp momentum.

Lin Qingcheng lowered his head and carefully browsed the documents one by one. His delicate and beautiful face revealed a hint of fatigue.

When Grandma Hua saw this scene, her turbid eyes flashed with a hint of unbearableness and said, "Miss, it's too late now. It's time for you to rest. Don't be tired."

"It's okay, Grandma Hua, go and rest first."

Lin Qingcheng didn't even raise his head, and looked at the contents of the file without blinking.

"well."

Grandma Hua opened her mouth, but in the end she didn't leave, standing straight with a complicated expression.

"Should I tell the lady?"

Grandma Hua was extremely entangled.

"Grandma Hua, do you have something to tell me?"

Lin Qingcheng raised his head and felt nervous when he saw Grandma Hua's appearance.

Grandma Hua hesitated for a long time, and after thinking about it, she spoke and murmured, "Miss, Young Master Ye is attacked tonight."

Bang! The pen in Lin Qingcheng's hand broke with the sound.

On the table, a document related to tens of billions was directly penetrated, revealing a small hole.

The small holes lead directly to the sandalwood table, which is terrible.

"Is Nanfeng injured?"

Lin Qingcheng's pretty face was full of worry.

"Young Master Ye is safe and killed the assassination man."

Grandma Hua's eyes flashed, a hint of displeasure appeared on her face, and she whispered, "More than three years have passed, Young Master Ye should have recovered his body and his strength has recovered."

"That's good! That's good!"

Lin Qingcheng's expression relaxed and he murmured, but his beautiful eyes were chilling.

"Grandma Hua, who did this?"

Lin Qingcheng asked with a cold face, his tone was extremely cold.

"A killer organization called 'Yao'."

Grandma Hua replied.

"Grandma Hua, I don't want to hear the news of the survival of the 'Yao' organization tomorrow morning."

Lin Qingcheng's voice was cold and he said unquestionably.

When Grandma Hua heard this, she showed a resistance look on her face and persuaded in a low voice, "Miss, sooner or later, you and Young Master Ye... might as well let him be self-reliant, it would be better than you and him..." Lin Qingcheng showed a painful expression and uttered two words in a cold voice.

"no."

Seeing Lin Qingcheng's unwavering appearance, Grandma Hua regretted that she was not strong enough and sighed heavily, "It's a bad fate!"

After Grandma Hua left, Lin Qingcheng took out an old photo frame from the drawer and placed it in front of him.

A photo is embedded in the frame.

The person in the photo is about seventeen or eighteen years old, sunny and handsome, showing a bright smile.

The appearance is 80% similar to Ye Nanfeng.

Lin Qingcheng looked at the person in the photo in a daze, rubbed his face gently with his fingers, and murmured.

"Nanfeng, I was not by your side back then, I won't do this time."

"I will kill anyone who wants to kill you!"

"Just like back then, you protect me!"

...In the center of the capital, in a luxury house.

A man was wearing an expensive nightgown and raised a glass of red wine in his hand. His eyes as bright as stars were looking through the window, watching the heavy rain.

His face was like a knife and an axe, extremely masculine and full of masculine aura.

He drank the red wine in his glass and a smile appeared on his lips, and he asked in a deep voice, "How is the situation?"

A man in a suit and ties behind him suddenly felt sweaty and his body trembled.

Bang.

The man knelt on his knees and said with his lips trembling, "Mr. Mu, he... they... are all dead."

The smile on the face of the man who was called Young Master Mu disappeared instantly, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he asked sternly, "What's going on?"

How did they die!"

"They... were killed by Ye Nanfeng..." The man was in panic and knelt on the ground and shivered.

"waste!"

Young Master Mu's calm face suddenly distorted, and the red wine glass in his hand instantly shattered into pieces.

The roar scared the man kowtowed repeatedly and cried bitterly and begged for mercy, "Mr. Mu, I'm not doing well! I'm a waste! Please spare me once! I will never miss it again next time!"

Young Master Mu didn't say a word, his face turned gloomy like water.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! The man knelt on the ground kowtowed desperately, and even though he was bleeding, he still did not dare to stop.

"They can't even kill a waste."

Young Master Mu's eyes were slightly condensed, his face was full of murderous aura, and he said to himself, "Unless he has recovered his strength, or Ye Tian's people have saved him again! No matter which one it is, it makes me very upset!"

At this time, a cell phone ringtone rang.

The man still kowtowed and did not dare to answer the phone.

As soon as the phone ringtone stopped, it immediately rang wildly again, extremely harsh, like a death-seeking talisman.

"catch."

Young Master Mu frowned slightly and ordered.

The man quickly answered the phone.

Hearing the words on the phone, the man's hand trembled even harder, and he couldn't even hold the phone, so he let it fall to the ground.

"Mr. Mu...that killer organization...the people from 'Yao' are all dead...the people of 9981 are all dead..." The man said with a dead face and his tongue knotted.

"Who did it?"

Young Master Mu was covered in coldness, and three words popped out between his teeth.

The man secretly glanced at Mr. Mu, swallowed hard, and opened his mouth and said, "Is it...Miss Lin's person..." "Is it Qingcheng?"

Young Master Mu was extremely confused and thought he had heard it wrong, so he asked again, "Do you think Lin Qingcheng's people destroyed the 'Yao' organization?"

"It's...intelligence...that's what it says."

The man answered truthfully.

“How is that possible?

How is that possible?”

"How could Qingcheng help him?

Qingcheng has a very good relationship with me Mu Bai! She will definitely not be able to help that useless person!"

Suddenly, Young Master Mu shouted loudly, his mood fluctuated greatly, and he seemed crazy.

When the man saw Mu Bai's appearance, he was even more frightened. He was afraid that Mu Bai would not believe his words, so he hurriedly defended.

"Mr. Mu, Lin Qingcheng and Ye Nanfeng are siblings... Growing up together since childhood... The two are not siblings... but better than siblings..." Mu Bai smiled sickly, walked past him, pressed his head, and said coldly.

"What do you know?"

With a click.

The man's head turned 180 degrees directly, his eyes were protruding, and his eyes were filled with horror.

After finishing, Mu Bai took out the white handkerchief he carried with him, wiped his hands seriously, and sneered.
Chapter completed!