When Chen Dahua was preparing to walk all the way to the dark side, a black motorcade was quickly leaving in the distance.
Tang Ruoxue was sitting in the nanny car in the middle, drinking black coffee, her pretty face indifferent.
Ling Tianyang, who was sitting next to him, turned to look at the long street in the distance, and lowered his voice to Tang Ruoxue:
"Mr. Tang, with your status and ability, you were able to calm things down just now."
"Ye Fan is your ex-husband. If you give him a few words, he will definitely let Ode Biao go."
"You saved Odebiao, which means that Warmaster Zha Long owes you a big favor."
"This is very helpful for us to gain a foothold and grow in Pakistan."
"Especially now that War Commander Zha Long appreciates you, if you reach out to help his son, he will probably tear you apart."
Ling Tianyang had curiosity in his eyes: "Why did you choose to leave at the last moment?"
No matter how she thought about it, she felt that it was a pity for Tang Ruoxue to leave like this. In other words, she would definitely not let go of this priceless connection.
Tang Ruoxue took a sip of black coffee, without much emotion on her face:
"Respect the fate of others and let go of helping others."
"Ode Biao is responsible for his own fault. Why should I owe Ye Fan a favor for a dandy?"
"Besides, Ye Fan and I have played too many opposite roles over the years, and I can no longer conflict with him no matter what."
Her tone was indifferent: "As for Zha Long's thanks, do you think I will need it?"
Ling Tianyang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized: "That's right, Mr. Tang has Palace Master Xia, so killing the dragon is nothing."
"Stop talking about these things!"
Tang Ruoxue looked up and looked into the distance and said calmly: "The top priority is to find out the mastermind behind my kidnapping."
"I want to see who is brave enough to bribe a doctor to kidnap me."
"I also want to see why they kidnapped me, Tang Ruoxue."
She didn't have the murderer alive, but she could figure out something.
Ling Tianyang nodded repeatedly when he heard this: "Understood, I will urge Jiang Yanzi to dig out the mastermind behind the scenes, and he will be punished no matter how far away he is!"
"In addition, I will also arrange manpower to search for Mr. Tang's information and rehabilitate him."
"I will never allow Tang Pingfan and Song Hongyan to slander Mr. Tang!"
"Mr. Tang, you actually know that there is someone behind the scenes dealing with you, why are you still out for a walk at night?"
"Wolong, Yanhuo and Fengxiao haven't recovered yet, a few Tang's bodyguards aren't enough to protect you."
She reminded: "If you encounter a more powerful enemy, Mr. Tang is afraid that you will be in danger..."
Tang Ruoxue glanced at her and said calmly: "You teach me how to do things?"
The corners of Ling Tianyang's mouth twitched a few times: "I don't dare, I don't dare, I'm just worried about Mr. Tang!"
After she finished speaking, she reached out to wipe the sweat from her forehead.
She didn't know why, but after returning from the castle this time, she felt that Tang Ruoxue's whole temperament had changed.
Not only is it chilly, but it also lacks emotion, giving people an indescribable indifference.
One look made Ling Tianyang feel suffocated.
Tang Ruoxue didn't speak anymore, she just looked down at her wrist and the eye of the needle that drew blood and murmured:
"The phoenix is reborn from the ashes, its voice is clearer, its feathers are richer, and its spirit is more marrow..."
She pressed her palms slightly, and the coffee instantly turned into ice cubes!
At almost the same moment, Wu Juecheng leaned lightly on Ye Fan, listening to the gunshots behind him and smiling:
"Master Ye, Chen Dahua has blocked off the entire long street and trapped hundreds of people."
She asked: "What do you think he will do?"
"He walked down the street into darkness!"
Ye Fan did not look back, his fingers played with the woman's hair, and his voice came out calmly:
"In order to survive and to give the Chen family a glimmer of hope, the Chen family brothers and sisters are doing their best to block the news."
"Block what happened tonight, block Odeby's headshot."
"Even if they can't hide it in the end, they will try their best to delay it for a day, two or a few hours."
"If you have time to buffer, you will have a chance to escape or think of countermeasures."
He chuckled: "This is the most correct and only solution for the Chen family in this desperate situation."
Wu Juecheng smiled sweetly, said nothing more, and gently pressed his face against Mark's chest.
Ye Fan suddenly felt a touch of heat, and his body trembled. He wanted to distance himself but finally sighed helplessly.
An hour later, the car drove into the Pakistani airport.
There was already a streamlined Gulfstream aircraft waiting at the VIP apron of the airport.
Ye Fan was slightly startled when he saw this: "Why are you at the airport?"
He thought Wu Juecheng was returning to the hotel where he was staying.
"Wow!"
Wu Juecheng got out of Ye Fan's arms, opened the car door and smiled lightly:
"Master Ye, when you were confronting Odebiao and the others, I contacted grandpa immediately."
"After my grandfather learned about the situation, he arranged a special plane for me to return to New Zealand."
"He said there will soon be a bloody storm between Mr. Ye and Zhalong and even the powerful people of Pakistan."
"He asked me to go to the airport immediately after leaving Changjie, and then take a special plane to fly back to New Zealand."
"He said he was not worried about my safety. As long as Mr. Ye is here, I will never be harmed."
"But he was worried that I would drag down Young Master Ye, or become a weakness that restricts Young Master Ye."
"So his old man asked me to leave Pakistan as quickly as possible so that Mr. Ye can go out and do something big without any worries."
Wu Juecheng reached out and touched Ye Fan's cheek: "So I'm leaving."
"So that's it."
Ye Fan suddenly realized, and then smiled: "Mr. Sun is indeed a financial giant. He is very precise in his conduct and work."
Wu Juecheng flew back to his new country, and he indeed had one less thing to worry about.
"Young Master Ye, although it is just a quick meeting and gathering tonight, it is enough for Juecheng."
"Tonight's outburst of anger is enough to be remembered by Jue Cheng for a lifetime."
"You don't want to give up, but you also need to exercise restraint."
"Master Ye, before I fly away, let me dance for you."
After saying that, Wu Juecheng got out of the car door, pulled off the tie on her long hair, and let her three thousand black hair flutter in the wind.
The unique aroma filled the car and tickled Ye Fan's nose.
Ye Fan wanted to say no, but as soon as the words came to his lips, they fell apart in Wu Juecheng's sad face.
Wu Juecheng bowed slightly to Ye Fan: "Master Ye, Juecheng dances solo for you - fireworks on earth!"
"A man later crossed the Yangtze River, and the mist and rain made him feel melancholy."
"I heard the awning gently swaying the oar, but I didn't know what to think."
Before Ye Fan could say anything, Wu Juecheng retreated several meters and turned around lightly, like a fairy from the Nine Heavens.
The woman's voice was pleasant to the ear, but it was a little more sad and resentful at this moment.
The flying long sleeves and spinning long hair made it difficult for Ye Fan to see the expression on her face.
But he could feel his heart dancing sadly, then flying towards him, almost suffocating him.
"A firework in the world, you once bloomed, engraved in the hearts of many people, and lived alone from now on..."
Maybe the lights at the airport were too blurry, maybe the night breeze was too confusing, but Ye Fan caught the tears in the woman's eyes, crystal clear.
He thought of their acquaintance in the new country, the hug given by the woman, and the hardships they had shared.
But he didn't have any strength to jump down and hug her.
"You hold a paper umbrella and look back at the Millennium Crow Clothes Alley. I ask you how many feet your black hair is. Can you measure the wind and the moon..."
When the song ended, Wu Juecheng stood three meters away from Ye Fan.
However, the latter could no longer see her tears, and they had obviously wiped them away while dancing.
Then Ye Fan saw Wu Juecheng bow slightly and express his thanks elegantly and lonely:
"Master Ye, I'm leaving! Please take care of yourself!"
When looking at the eyes that looked at him affectionately, Ye Fan opened his lips and wanted to hug the woman, wanting her to stay.
But when the words came to his lips, they weighed heavily on his heart like a huge weight.
Because Ye Fan knows that a simple sentence requires a lifetime of practice and protection!
And he has a wife.
So Ye Fan could only look at the woman silently, using silence to express his struggle.
"Master Ye, goodbye!"
Seeing that Ye Fan didn't respond, Wu Juecheng smiled and took a few steps forward, kissing Ye Fan lightly on his forehead.
Then she walked backwards towards the special plane.
Ye Fan still made no move, let alone said goodbye, fearing that once he said it, he would never see Wu Juecheng again in his life.
When people arrived at the door of the cabin, Wu Juecheng waved goodbye, and when he turned around, tears started flying again.
"Woo——"
Wu Juecheng just disappeared from Ye Fan's sight.
The plane, the people, the smiles, the dancing, all flew away.
Ye Fan's heart suddenly felt empty. He looked at the red dots of airplanes flashing in the sky and whispered: "There are fireworks in the world, and you once bloomed..."
