In this country, as long as you have money and power, you can still kill people with ease. The law is to restrain the common people.
The so-called affection between father and son is as thin as paper in his eyes
His love, his heart, disappeared with the death of that woman many years ago. No one else, not even his biological son or the person next to him, should try to take away a single bit of his sincerity.
The two of them were confronting each other silently. At this moment, Ling Ye's cell phone rang.
He picked up the answer, said a faint 'hmm', and walked towards the door of the study room.
Before leaving, he still turned around and dropped a sentence, which seemed to be a threat: "You'd better not make any small moves behind your back. Whether the Ling Group can survive this crisis depends entirely on your performance."
What an arrogant tone!
But he has the capital to be arrogant, because he is Ling Ye!
Ling Chengxuan squinted his eyes, looked at the figure disappearing from the door, rubbed his swollen head, stood up and walked to the bookshelf, took out a book from the second shelf of the third row from the bottom, opened it, and found it lying quietly inside.
A pale photo
Whenever he is upset, he always relies on this photo to drive away his unhappiness.
How many years have passed and this habit still hasn’t changed?
The woman in the photo is wearing a blue and white porcelain cheongsam, holding an oil umbrella, standing at the bridge of a small town with ancient charm and springs. The bright sunshine is shining down, penetrating half of her body. She is lazily leaning against the stone pillar, her eyes filled with emotion.
The sunlight flows faintly through the faint green
There is a tear mole as big as glutinous rice under the corner of the eye, which looks very charming
"Manhua...Manhua..." He murmured softly, caressing the woman's face over and over again, the rough touch lingering between his fingers. As cold as he was, he would sometimes feel sad.
Mrs. Ling stood by the door, staring at her husband through the bright slit, with only desolation in her eyes.
She took a few heavy breaths, staggered and held on to the railing of the corridor, her exquisitely manicured nails scratched deeply across the fine mahogany wood, and traces of blood oozed from the seams of her flesh.
After all these years...he still can't forget that bitch?!
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The call was from Huangfu Jue. According to his investigation over the past few days, he confirmed that the source of the 'scorching sun' came from the Jin family. Regardless of whether it was someone from the Jin family who had done something to Xiao Mo, in short, the Jin family was suspected of being involved.
, but no matter which direction they start from, Ling Ye and the others cannot act rashly
Huangfu Jue found some residue of 'Scorching Sun' in the blood sample taken from Xiao Mo, but after diluting the blood, it became much lighter. The components could no longer be analyzed by refining instruments alone, so he still had to go to Jin's house. After all, this
It was passed down from their ancestors. Even if it is destroyed, there must be some clues left.
The top priority is to find out the ingredients of 'Scorching Sun' so that Huangfu Jue can develop an antidote as soon as possible
In the past few days, Xiao Mo's body has gradually returned to normal, but everyone knows that the 'scorching sun' has taken effect in his body, and there is always a danger of an explosion.
In other words, it is imperative for the Jin family to
On the day we went, it started to rain lightly and the sky was gray.
The car slowly drove into the vermilion door. The servants of the Jin family ran up to open the car door respectfully, and welcomed Ling Ye into the hall. They seemed to have been specially ordered to behave appropriately, but with a hint of arrogance.