The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

There was a bit of white fish in the sky, and the flowers rushed into the door of the villa. Yu Cang was standing at the door, obviously waiting for him.

Huayi dense grabbed Yu Cang's arm, seeing that Yu Cang's eyes were red, and the tears on the rough mine's face were still not dry.

"Yin Wan...Where is Yin Wan?!"

Yu Cang's voice was hoarse and silent: "Upstairs..."

Flowery rushed upstairs, pushed open the door fiercely, and saw Dongtang Chiyou standing inside, Yinwan's petite figure lying on the bed.

She put on her favorite skirt, her long hair was neatly combed and draped over her shoulders, her small face that was stained with blood had been wiped dry, her hands were firmly placed on her chest, her eyes closed, it looked like It's like just falling asleep.

Yun Ci sat on the edge of the bed, tightly grasping Yin Wan's hand with one hand, and stroking Yin Wan's head with the other.

With heavy steps, Huayi walked into the room step by step, every step was extremely difficult. The distance from the door to the bed seemed to exhaust all the strength of his body. His legs softened and he lay down on the bed. Reaching out to hold Yinwan's little face, what he touched was a piece of ice.

"Yinwan...Yinwan..." he yelled softly, trying to wake up the sound of sleep: "Don't sleep, wake up, don't you want to drink? We will never leave you behind when we drink, you You can drink as much as you want, as long as you... wake up..."

The girl's big, slippery eyes never opened again.

"Sound night!" The flowery roar cut through the night sky.

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In the study, Mu Chenbi was still wearing pajamas and a jacket. Apparently he had just woke up. He swept all the documents on the desktop to the ground, raised a pair of murderous eyes, and stared at Ye Jiao viciously.

"I asked you to catch alive, you still killed people!"

Ye Jiao lowered her head, her eyebrows no longer the usual charm: "The matter has been investigated. It was the little girl who fired the gun herself, and the guard who took the gun was punished accordingly."

Mu Chenbi fell into the chair, pressing his temples with his slender fingers, feeling abnormally irritable.

Ye Jiao stepped forward slowly and tentatively said: "In fact, you don't have to worry, she is not the only one in the Death Alliance, and there are two other candidates."

Mu Chenbi raised his eyes and glanced at Ye Jiao, motioning her to continue.

Ye Jiao put the photo she had prepared on the desk, and Mu Chenbi looked up and saw that the photo was a tall and thick man.

"His name is Yu Cang." Ye Jiao said.

Mu Chenbi evoked a scornful smile, seeming to laugh at Ye Jiao's irresponsibility: "Do you want to hit his attention? Tonight's action, he can deal with so many guards alone, he doesn't have that little girl. Easy to deal with."

"Yes, he is very powerful." Ye Jiao gently supported one hand on the table, twisting her slender waist, and a coquettish laugh came from her pink lips: "But no matter how powerful people are, they will have weaknesses. ,Is not it?"

Mu Chenbi raised his eyebrows and looked at Ye Jiao with interest: "For example."

Ye Jiao puts another photo on the table. The photo is a little yellow and the pixels are not very clear. It is obviously some years old. There is a two-year-old baby in the photo, wearing pink and tender clothes with a pierced head. With a small tugging, Yu Cang was being held tightly in his arms.

"This is his daughter. I heard that when he was on a business trip, his wife had an affair outside and left his daughter at home alone. As a result, his daughter was buried in an accidental fire."