Qi Mingye paused, turned around and looked at Fu Chen, his dark eyes getting deeper and deeper.
"That's the most likely possibility. There's another thing. Mark has woken up and was sent back to the Yan family shortly before the explosion in the Silver Art Laboratory. The Haiphong Military Region is now strictly guarding against leaks of information. Our people can't trace the specific details for the time being.
The news, but it must be Lan Jue’s intention that Mark can leave there alive, but why did he do this?”
Lan Jue is cold and cruel, and treats everyone cold-bloodedly, but he only shows mercy to a person who betrays him. It is not logical no matter how you think about it.
Qi Mingye was startled, with a wicked smile on his lips, and stepped forward, "Seeing things with your eyes alone is not enough, you have to use your heart..."
Qi Mingye's eyes flashed, and he opened the door and entered the study.
Go around the table and sit on the chair.
It doesn't matter who Mark is. Lan Jue knows best whether he is a traitor after being by Lan Jue's side for so many years.
No matter what decision you make, it's not surprising.
However, he suddenly sent Mark away and blew up the silver art laboratory...
Qi Mingye frowned, and a hint of coldness flashed through his coquettish eyes.
"How are the arrangements for tomorrow?"
Fu Chen was stunned, "Don't worry, Master, manpower has been arranged around the villa. The team has transformed the villa's medical room into an open laboratory overnight. The facilities can definitely meet the conditions of any experiment. The most important thing is, here is
In our territory, Lan Jue can hardly fly even if he has wings!"
"Every secret has its flaws. It's too early to draw a conclusion now..."
Qi Mingye narrowed her eyes, half-closed her eyes, and tapped her hands on the table.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes and said, "Inform Ou Zexi and ask him to send Miao Linger to Suye Villa. Also inform Gong Shaoming that he does not need to show up."
"My subordinate understands."
Fu Chen turned around and prepared to go down to do some work. He walked to the door and turned around again, "Master, my name is Miao Ling'er. Is it because of your right hand..."
Fu Chen only said half of what he said.
Qi Mingye narrowed his eyes, scanning him with a mysterious and cold gaze.
"What do you think? This is just medicine, not an operation table!"
"..."
Fu Chen wanted to say something else, but when he met Qi Mingye's cold eyes, he finally said nothing.
Back to the door, open it, turn around and leave.
Qi Mingye was the only one left in the study, and everything suddenly became quiet.
He stood up, walked to the window sill, stretched out his hand to open the blinds, and looked at the bright moon outside the window through the small gap.
After a long while, he lowered his eyes and looked at his slightly trembling right hand, and made a fist fiercely.
…
The sun pierces the darkness and spreads hope to every corner of the earth.
The jungle always exudes the refreshing and pleasant breath of nature, with birds singing, flowers fragrant, and wild beasts running around...
Everything seemed prosperous in the early morning.
Deep in the Lan family's exclusive hunting ground, the isolated bamboo house becomes more and more independent in the sunshine. At this moment, in front of the house, Lan Jue's tall figure looks a little decadent.
The morning dew wetted the hair on his forehead and drooped on his forehead, adding a rare touch of sadness.
The clothes on his body were also filled with strong moisture, as if he had been standing outside like this all night.
His calm blue eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced at the holy land left behind by the people he cherished most. No one could understand the light in his eyes.
"Master, the agreed time is coming, should we make some preparations in advance?"
Assistant Chen walked through the green grass and stopped in front of Lan Jue, and asked worriedly.
