"Ming, did Nianen tell you?" Feng Lan asked with a smile. Today is her son's twenty-ninth birthday. A few days ago, she said that she hoped Yu Nianen would be the first to give her blessings. So, as a mother, she
Of course, we can only cooperate.
Something hit Rong Beiming's heart. The pain made him take a deep breath, and then he pretended to be relaxed and replied: "Mom, save your blessings until tonight!"
"Why didn't she say happy birthday to you when she got up in the morning? Does she know it's your birthday? Could she give you a surprise tonight? A candlelight dinner and a birthday cake made by yourself?"
"Mom, I have a meeting soon. I'll call you when I'm free." He didn't know if there would be a candlelight dinner or a birthday cake. Although he wanted it very much, even if it was just four words: birthday
hapiness!
"You brat, besides Nian En, who else is there in your heart? You don't want your mother anymore?"
"How could it be? It's just that I'm really busy today!" Rong Beiming looked at the road ahead and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "Mom, thank you!"
"Tell me thank you? I heard you right! Forget it, I see you're good and I'll spare you. Go do something! Mom is waiting for you to come back. Have you thought about your affairs?"
"Still thinking!"
"Then... think about it carefully. If you want to be with her, you must come back and listen to my arrangements. I am doing it for your own good, son!"
"Mom, I will think about it." Rong Beiming hung up the phone and stepped on the accelerator.
Although the life his mother wanted him to live was not what he wanted most, he wouldn't mind what kind of life he lived with Yu Nianen by his side.
Because with her, nothing matters!
He sighed softly, and his thoughts returned to Ye Hun. Ye Hun asked him to drive to City Z, and he guessed that he would be asked to go to Cangshan.
That was the place where Ye Ran died. Presumably, Ye Hun also wanted to play the last game there, and had arranged for someone to make a trap waiting for him early in the morning.
A few hours later, the car drove to City Z, and Ye Hun called and asked him to drive the car to Cangjiang Pier.
He hung up the phone and sent a text message to his subordinate Yuan Cheng: Cangjiang Wharf.
Then he held the phone tightly and parked the car on the side of the road. The text message on his phone rang. He checked it and found it was still the unfamiliar number: Why did you park?
Rong Beiming's deep eyes were filled with more and more doubts. He opened the cover of his phone and saw the imperceptible chip.
Tracker? He smiled bitterly. The only one who could do such a thing under his nose without being noticed by him was Yu Nianen.
Was she so well-behaved last night just to do these things behind her back?
A tracker allowed Ye Hun to know his whereabouts like the back of his hand, allowing him to arrange the position of the sniper with confidence. His heart was riddled with holes and dripping with blood from this tiny chip.
Because I just took off the cover, the text messages were still sent one by one:
Are you heartbroken?
Is the feeling of betrayal good?
She wants you to die, don't you know?
No matter what the reason is, if she did this, it is a distrust of you. Mr. Rong, you have already lost...
Rong Beiming took off the chip with a cold face and threw it out of the car, then put the cover on and dialed the number.
The person who answered the phone was indeed Ye Hun: "Young Master Rong, I'm looking forward to it!"
"A tracker is nothing to me! Night Soul, you start praying from now on! Don't let me catch you."