Qingwu has been neglected since she moved into the villa, and the servants don't even address her as "young mistress". Ling Yansen is used to hearing this, but today he felt the wind was very harsh. He frowned, threw off his leather shoes, and put on his clothes.
Socks entered the hall with a somewhat harsh tone, "Wu Ma, the young mistress is the young mistress! What is she? Change it later!"
Sister-in-law Wu was surprised and murmured in her heart. She changed her words and asked, "Why didn't the young mistress come back with you?"
Ling Yansen was suddenly startled and his expression became serious, "She hasn't come back yet?" As he said that, he changed his face and took out his mobile phone. When the housekeeper learned that the driver did not send her home, Ling Yansen was furious.
I was constantly bombarded with cell phones, and my mood became increasingly gloomy and intensely uneasy.
Sister-in-law Wu watched him get angry from the side, and she roughly understood that the young master and the young mistress had gone home separately. At this moment, the son and the young mistress had not seen anyone, so things became a little bad.
Ling Yansen was sitting on the sofa. The huge villa was empty and quiet. Sister-in-law Wu only turned on a wall lamp. The light was as dim as the sea, making his back on the table even more desolate. He moved the landline and used it with his mobile phone.
I made several calls to the local bureau, the traffic police, and the public security bureau, and used all my available connections to ask them to send people to look for him.
After making the call, he lit another cigarette and let it burn silently. His slender fingers touched the forehead lines between his eyebrows, enigmatic, he didn't know what he was thinking of, and his expression was very uneasy.
Sister-in-law Wu carefully put the hot tea aside and stood to one side with the plate, motionless. At this time, she did not dare to leave.
The young master has had a problem since he was a child. You must never leave him alone when something happens. He will be afraid and will become hysterical when he is afraid. For this matter, my wife has taught him a lot, but he has never changed. Three children
Among them, he was the most unruly and the least favored by his wife. Perhaps because of this, when his wife asked him to go east, he insisted on going west. As a result, he took many detours when he was young. Although his career later flourished, step by step, he has reached today.
Although he lives in a big house, he never lives alone, and servants have to live with him.
After a while, a phone call came. He answered it, his eyebrows furrowed deeper, and his face looked very bad, "What! She's in the second game? Zhou Jirong, did you fucking see clearly? Don't make a fool of me like this,
I don’t have time to talk nonsense with you now!”
I don't know what was said over there. He cursed lowly, put down the phone, pondered for a moment, took his coat and car keys, put on his shoes and went out.
Sister-in-law Wu was suspicious. She heard the young master mention Zhou Jirong. The boy grew up in the same house as the young master and had a good relationship. However, he and the young master went abroad to study together and there was no news again. The young master never mentioned him. Why did his son show up now?
"Master, where are you going so late?" Sister-in-law Wu chased her to the door, "Who is the boy from the Zhou family just now?"
Ling Yansen ran towards his car without looking back, "That bastard Zhou Jirong said he saw her in the second game, I have to go take a look..."
Sister-in-law Wu leaned against the door and vaguely listened to the general idea. Knowing that the young master cared about the young mistress, she relaxed and yawned and went back to the room to lie down.
But less than an hour after sleeping, the knock on the door rang again, shaking the world and the earth, as if the walls of the villa were about to collapse.
Poor old Mrs. Wu, who has old arms and legs, blurry eyes, and hurriedly opened the door without even wearing cotton slippers. Outside the door, under the pale moonlight, there was still Ling Yansen, with short, lean hair standing on end and blue veins on his forehead.
He burst out, looking furious. He was breathing heavily, smelling of alcohol overwhelmingly. His suit was messily pinned to his arms, and his body leaned over.
Sister-in-law Wu hurriedly helped him in and took a look at the empty place behind him. There was no trace of the young mistress. However, due to the freezing atmosphere, she suppressed and did not ask any questions. She only frowned and said distressedly, "Master, why don't you go out and drink like this?"
Why are you drinking so much? You're going to feel uncomfortable later, so quickly, lie down and rest for a while, I'll make a cup of strong tea."
Ling Yansen turned a deaf ear, his eyes were red, and bloodshot eyes were popping out. He clenched his fists and slammed his coat on the sofa. As if trying to suppress something, he paced back and forth in the corridor without taking off his leather shoes.
, the originally clean solid wood floor was covered with his long footprints.
Sister-in-law Wu finally couldn't hold back and touched the tiger's beard, "Master, did you see the young mistress when you went out just now? Did you..."
"I don't know, I don't know! It would be better if that bitch died!" Her question seemed to have touched his Achilles heel. He was so angry that he grabbed the things next to him and smashed them on the ground. Mrs. Wu shrank her neck and covered her head.
He held his ears and said, "Master, that is the porcelain bowl from the Ming Dynasty that you like very much..."
Ling Yansen didn't seem to hear anything. He swayed around in the huge hall with his tall body, smashing everything he saw. The scattered antiques in the closet and on the bar were conservatively estimated to be worth tens of millions, and he smashed them all one after another.
, he roared, cursed, and roared like thunder.
Sister-in-law Wu hid in the corner in fear, almost frightened to death by the way he collapsed. She was muttering in her heart that she had never seen the young master lose such a temper, at least in front of servants like them.
However, even if he was unhappy, he would at most have a sullen face and show no emotion. He looked completely like a crazy giant beast now, so gloomy and scary.
But no matter how scared she was, she didn't dare to ask why. She could vaguely guess that this matter had something to do with the young mistress. The young master is a stuffy person, and the young mistress is a piece of wood. This is absolutely right!
Ling Yansen threw everything he could move and smashed to the ground. After venting his anger, his eyes that were on fire gradually calmed down and became as dark as a deep pool. He looked at the fragments scattered everywhere on the ground and laughed at himself.
, then a call was made to assistant Xiao Wu.
He went upstairs in a daze, holding on to the railing and looking back, still expressionless. He seemed to sigh and muttered the right words, "I'm sorry, Mother Wu, I just lost control a little bit and stained the floor."