"Haha, Wen Weichen, if I let others find my shadow, would I still be alive today?" An Leer's charming voice will make men have endless reveries as long as they hear it.
"Where are you now? Do you have anything to do with me?" Wen Weichen went directly to the topic simply and clearly.
The music behind An Leer was noisy. She was hiding in a corner of the bathroom wearing scantily clad clothes. She held a slender cigarette in her hand. From time to time, she blew out white smoke rings from her mouth. She placed her body in a comfortable position and then slowly
Answered Wen Weichen's question: "I'm in Dongcheng. I won't complete Nie Tong's mission. I have no chance to get close to Nangong Ling's assets. The killer she sent has already appeared. Help me. I will be grateful in the future."
All."
Wen Weichen listened to An Leer's voice, and they were in the same situation now, but he was informed of the notice in advance, and An Leer was suddenly attacked: "How do you want me to help you? She has arranged spies abroad now, even if
If you can escape for a while, how can you survive for a lifetime? You don't know Nie Tong's strength."
Speaking of strength, An Leer's tears welled up unconsciously. She always wanted to have Nangong Ling's love, but it was precisely because of this strength that she flinched. And because of this strength, her fate was closely tied to Nie Tong's.
tied together: "Let's give it a last try, Wei Chen. You should withdraw from this conspiracy as soon as possible. In fact... In fact, Yang Bojun has been killed."
"Bang." The phone in his hand was not steady, and Wen Weichen almost fell off his chair. Hearing such news really surprised and heartbroken him. In a panic, he picked up the phone on the ground and tried his best to calm himself:
"How did you know?"
"This is my mission. When he came back from England, Nie Tong had already given the order. She wanted to seize your handle and make Yang Bojun tell the truth, but he didn't tell. In the end..." An Leer quietly
As she spoke, it seemed as if all this was far away from her, and the bloody head seemed to have nothing to do with her at all.
Wen Weichen tried his best to suppress his heartache. He and Yang Bojun were more than just honorary masters and apprentices. He only learned the real truth during that cooking competition. Unfortunately, his fate still changed: "
Where is the body?”
An Leer stubbed out the cigarette butt in her hand and put it into the sink and flushed it away. The music outside continued, and she was no longer in the mood to continue crazy. The current truth must be a blow to Wen Weichen, and it was also her last moment before she died.
One explanation: "Burn it down before returning to the house in the suburbs."
What is the duty of a killer? Wen Weichen knew that An Leer did not really leave Switzerland that year, but was taken to Australia by Nie Tong. That was their training base. The training beyond ordinary people allowed them to know how to protect themselves. Two years later,
He and An Le'er are both living dead crawling out of the dead.
"You wait for Nie Tong's pursuit. Life and death are determined by fate. Since Yang Bojun is dead, then I have no worries. Thank you." Who can understand Wen Weichen's heartache, who Yang Bojun is, and what he left in this world.
The only close relatives, they met by chance. They didn't know each other until the cooking competition. It was just this brief encounter, but it became an eternal longing.
An Leer smiled contemptuously. Such an answer was also expected by her. Since she chose to tell this secret, she had already planned to give up this inhuman life: "Then wish each other good luck, Wen Weichen, Jiang Xiyan
It doesn't belong to you at all. I know Nangong Ling, and no one can take away what he likes."
After hanging up the phone, An Leer put on the wig she had prepared and applied eye shadow and lipstick in front of the mirror. Her appearance was completely different from before.
It's time for the truth of all the conspiracies to be revealed. If you love someone, you can do your best for him. She also had her own selfish intentions at the beginning. The material things Nie Tong could give her satisfied her. But now, she begins to regret her original actions.
Choice, love is lost, things are gone, in the end, she is still completely different.
Jiang Xiyan was cooking a late-night snack in the kitchen. Tomorrow was the weekend. Although it was almost midnight, Jiang Ziyue was still excitedly reading books with Nangong Ling in the study. From the day Nangong Ling knew Jiang Ziyue's identity, he devoted all his energy to it.
My father's love cherishes every moment we spend together.
Carrying three glasses of milk and a dessert, Jiang Xiyan walked to the study room on the second floor, knocked on the door gently, and pushed the door open. If there weren't those right and wrong things, this atmosphere would be like a...
A warm and happy family.
Nangong Ling raised his head, with the smile he had with Jiang Ziyue still on his face. When he saw Jiang Xiyan in an apron, he felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart, and also carried a desire, the kind that wanted to keep her by his side.
Appropriate desires that already exist.
Jiang Ziyue jumped out of Nangong Ling's arms, stepped forward and took the glass of milk from Jiang Xiyan's hand, and carefully brought it to Nangong Ling: "Daddy, Mommy loves you so much, look at the milk and desserts she prepared for you.
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Jiang Xiyan was almost frightened by Jiang Ziyue's words. If it weren't for the meal in her hand, she would have pulled Jiang Ziyue into her arms and whipped her hard: "Sarah, come here and drink milk. After drinking the milk, go early."
rest."
Put all the milk and desserts on the coffee table, then use your hands to lift Jiang Ziyue and put him on the chair.
Nangong Ling picked up the milk cup and came over, sat down next to Jiang Xiyan, and said like a loving father doting on his son: "Tomorrow is a day off, let her play for a while, Xi'er, if she is tired, you go first
take a break."
"Hey, you have to have a certain tolerance for pampering her. Children can't be too spoiled." Jiang Xiyan still insisted on her opinion.
Jiang Ziyue put the half-drunk milk on the table and smiled at Nangong Ling: "Daddy, I am very obedient and will listen to mommy. I will go to rest later. Mommy must have something to say.
If you want to talk to you, I won’t disturb you."
Nangong Ling also smiled and looked at Jiang Xiyan, only to see that she was drinking milk seriously with her head down at the moment. After thinking about it, she thought that talking about counterattack would make her feel more helpless.
Jiang Ziyue drank the milk sensibly and exited the study.
Nangong Ling didn't have the habit of drinking milk, but because of Jiang Xiyan and Jiang Ziyue, he slowly changed it. Now he drinks less coffee.
Putting the cup on the table, Jiang Xiyan stood up and started to put away these things. When her hand reached for the cup, she was grabbed by Nangong Ling. Her heart beat for him again. She slowly stopped what she was doing, stood up and talked with her.
Nangong Ling faced each other.
Nangong Ling's hand did not let go of the little hand. Looking at those eyes, he would be crazy about them. The indifference and coldness in the past were no longer with her: "Let the servant clean up tomorrow and sit with me for a while.
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