1120. The Man Who Sworn Allegiance to the Death in Their Hearts
"You little talker, I wonder why I haven't seen you give me a call or text message."
"I keep it all in my heart."
He was wearing a white navy uniform, with a dazzling posture, his eyes were sharp and firm, and he also had a bit of arrogance!
If the sea is a blue sky, he is definitely a clean cloud, so handsome that the sky will fall apart.
He just put one hand in his trouser pocket and held the phone casually with the other hand wearing a white glove, with a doting smile on his lips that he couldn't easily detect.
In the distance, Brother Bing called him, and he made a gesture, which meant: Wait.
Qiongying pulled a pillow and pressed it under her head, "Okay, I will keep it in mind from now on. I won't give you a phone call, a text message, or a WeChat message. There will be no video, and I won't contact you in any way."
Are you satisfied?"
After she finished speaking, there was a burst of laughter from the other side.
In the blue sky and sea, light and shadow carved a dazzling brilliance on his gorgeous face.
"I'll go see you in two days."
Qiongying hummed, "That's more like it. Well, if someone rings the doorbell, I'll hang up and call you later."
Chang Che waited for her to hang up the phone before putting away the gentleness on his face.
Footsteps, capable and steady.
Several subordinates waiting five meters away came forward one after another. Lu Ting bowed and said solemnly: "Young Master, the other party has arrived."
Chang Che tilted his head slightly, and sure enough he saw a ship approaching not far away. He frowned, but there was no trace of the gentle and doting smile on his face.
"Let him cool for half an hour before talking."
"Yes." Lu Ting nodded in response and saw Chang Che shaking off his clothes and striding off the deck.
He glanced at the ship that was trying to get closer. His eyes showed no expression. If there was any expression, it would only have murderous intent.
Two months ago, in Bali, the young master was plotted against. How could it be so easy?
Even if Ifei was equally seriously injured at the time, or even more seriously injured than the young master, it could not offset the anger in their hearts.
Who is the young master? The man they swear to be loyal to the death. What this man has done in the past two years is enough to make them lose their admiration and only leave a deep impression on them in their minds.
Obeying him has almost become an instinct, following him wholeheartedly and following his footsteps. Every decision he makes will not be questioned at all, and every decision he makes is implemented wholeheartedly.
Because he has never let them down.
Every word he said, every look in his eyes, and every movement he made were deeply felt by them.
He has never been in trouble, but this time, he fell into the hands of a woman, Poison, Isa, no matter which one is the real her, they cannot be forgiven.
The Yi family has three sons and two daughters, and the youngest son Ihejo is the most beloved. Unfortunately, the younger son is a spoiled child, has a weak character, and does not have half of the bloodthirsty habits of the elder son Ibi.
It didn't take a lot of effort to capture Izurujo. They exchanged Izurujo's life for Isa's life. When they sent a toe of Izurujo to the Yi family, how could the old man of the Yi family sit still.
Now the other party has personally pressured people to come and replace them. They are already a dwarf, so I don't blame them for their high profile.
At this moment, inside another ship.
Ifei's expression was cold and ugly. He had been pampered and pampered all these years and had never been looked down upon.
Three subordinates stood in front of him: "Master Fei, my subordinates have made arrangements. Our people are secretly sneaking into the opponent's warship underwater to try to rescue the young master."