He Xian was so angry that he couldn't say a word. He stared blankly at his strong-winged grandson, "Have you become so determined that you have to fight against me?"
"Grandpa, you have always been in trouble with me. I keep my word. As long as you touch them, the He family will be buried with you. No one, including me, He Lianlin, will stay out of it."
He was betting on his grandfather's fear. The cruel look on He Lianlin's face made it clear to everyone that he was not joking. Chen Yanhui pointed at him with a trembling hand, "You madman, madman"
He Lintian's face changed drastically, and he immediately stepped forward and covered his wife's mouth, "Yanhui, shut up."
He Shao glanced at the unsightly He Lintian and Chen Yanhui with disgust, as if seeing something dirty, and turned around to leave without looking back. He Lianhao immediately followed, "Brother, wait for me."
He Xian fell on the sofa and stared at the door. The anger in his heart still couldn't be vented. An angry emotion kept rising like magma erupting. Chen Yanhui stumbled to He Xian's side, "Grandpa,
You see, Young Master He has such an attitude, why does he take the He family seriously? Is this what Grandpa just wants to do? How do you explain it to the Lin family? "
The old man sneered, "Then what do you think?"
Chen Yanhui thought that the old man was waiting for her to come up with an idea, so she said with a smile, "According to me, the wedding will be held as usual. Su Muying and his illegitimate son will be arrested. They are afraid that Mr. He will not obey."
As soon as she thought about it, Chen Yanhui thought it was a good idea. The smile on the old man's face became colder and colder. Chen Yanhui was still talking happily and seemed to be unable to stop. When He Lintian saw that something was wrong, he quickly went up to cover her.
mouth, while trying to apologize to the old lady, "Grandpa, don't worry, she said nonsense."
Chen Yanhui quit and pushed her cowardly husband away, "Who is talking nonsense? Grandpa, what do you think?" Turning her head again, seeing the old man's increasingly green face, Chen Yanhui felt a numbness in her spine and hesitated to speak.
Unable to speak, the old man stood up.
"Forcing him to submit? He Lianlin? I'm afraid ten of the He family and ten of you won't be enough to kill him."
It's just that the old man doesn't know how powerful he is, the puppet he always thought he controlled. He may know that he has joined a T group, but he is far from knowing that in far away Mexico, a man named T
The dark organization of the Lian Party.
The man at the helm is the cold, lonely, cruel and ruthless He Lianlin.
Chen Yanhui was stunned, and the look on her face began to distort. If she thought He Lianlin was so arrogant because of his relationship with the He family at first, then at this moment, she was a little afraid. What kind of person is He Lianlin?
Even the old man of the He family is afraid of three points?
Mr. He called the housekeeper to go upstairs, leaving the room deserted.
He De stood up silently and looked at He Lintian, "Tell your wife to go home. That's the end of today's matter. Don't be too smart in the future, lest you get burned."
"Uncle, is He Lianlin really that powerful?" He Lintian clenched his hands into fists, a trace of unwillingness overflowed from his eyes, He De sighed, "Lin Tian, Lian Lin is the most hidden person in the He family and the most difficult to understand.
After living for most of my life, I have never understood this person, let alone what else is behind him. Perhaps the He Lianlin we have seen over the years is just a playboy of the Crown Prince of the He family, but it is far less than this.
Simple."
Then He De's words became more serious, "Lin Tian, it's better that you don't mess with He Lianlin as much as possible."
He clenched his fists tighter and tighter, and He Lintian smiled sarcastically. He had power behind him? Didn't He Lintian not have it?
——Master Feng was lying on the sofa very comfortably, surfing the Internet, holding his tablet and chatting happily. Master Feng’s title is Twenty-Four Filial Son.
Master Feng has a lot of acquaintances online, and they are high-level people in the to2 organization. A beautiful woman named Knock You to a Piece sent Master Feng a message like this.
I’ll beat you to a pulp: Son, call mom and come listen.
Twenty-four filial sons: Get out.
I'll beat you to a pulp. This man is a pervert. Otherwise, who would care about such a miserable name? This man must have a serious tendency towards violence. If he were a woman, who would dare to do it? Young Master Feng thought thoughtfully and scratched on the tablet with his little finger. A few times.
Twenty-four filial sons: Beautiful girl, do you think the bomb buried in my backyard is for decoration?
I'll beat you to a pulp: You guys with short hair and short knowledge, that is an improvised explosive device. Many years ago, the United States and Afghanistan went to war. The most tragic casualties in the United States were such improvised explosive devices. It can be said that the casualties were heavy, but a;g The improvised explosive device studied by the Empire is slightly different. It has a very simple structure and cannot be detected by detectors.
Looking at the detailed explanation, Master Feng became excited. The screen of Su Muying's mobile phone that he had left on the sofa lit up. The caller was He Sheyao!
Master Feng, why does Mao have the illusion that he is a little ladyboy every time he sees these three words?
I replied to Xibalan with a message that ended here today, and answered Mr. He’s call, “Young Master He, what’s the matter with you?”
"Where's your mommy?"
Young Master He's tone was a bit urgent, with a dazed panic. Young Master Feng was about to say, "My mommy is taking a bath." The bathroom door was opened at the next moment, and Su Muying walked out wrapped in a bath towel, her whole body glowing with pink color, and she was pretty. Her face was even more rosy, and Master Feng clicked his tongue twice, "Mommy, your phone number."
He handed the phone to Su Muying very sensibly, then pricked up his ears to listen to the gossip.
"come out."
As soon as Su Muying handed the phone to her ear, Master He's voice came over. Su Muying took a deep breath, suppressed her anger, and said with a smile, "Master He, it's time to get off work now, I want to rest. .”
"I'm downstairs with you, come down."
"You''"
Before Su Muying could say anything, Mr. He immediately said, "Take it as if you are working overtime, and I will pay overtime pay."
"Wait for me a few minutes."
After closing the phone, Su Muying went to the room to change clothes. Master Feng sat on the sofa and shook his head, Mommy, are you and Qian born in the same place? Why do you want to get into Qian's eyes like this? But Mr. He is here. Why? Is it because of those bombs?
"Baby, hurry up and go to bed. You have to go to class tomorrow." Su Muying told her son while changing her shoes in the entrance hall. Master Feng waved his hand with a smile, "Mommy, have a good date."
The little body in pajamas ran upstairs.
Su Muying's face was covered with black lines, and she leaned on it.
Downstairs, Mr. He was sitting at the front of the car. The light from the forest cast a thin layer of cold light on his relaxed, gorgeous and luxurious face. However, the man was as perfect as a god, exuding loneliness and warmth from the inside out. The panic made Su Muying unable to ignore it, and she twitched her lips. This Young Master He is mentally ill. He didn't sleep in the middle of the night. Why did he come downstairs to act like a bully?