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Gong Nanling was so angry that he turned off the TV and threw the remote control in his hand onto the sofa. The high-end leather sofa was extremely flexible. After the remote control bounced up high, it dropped onto the carpet around the coffee table.
Ye Zichen turned his head, frowned, and asked the female employee who sent him the meal in suspicion.
"Why haven't you left yet?!"
"Sir, aren't you a little lonely when I see you alone? "How about I stay, and accompany you …"
"Scram!"
Gong Nanling reprimanded her loudly as he saw that she was intentionally showing off.
"Mister, please don't be angry …"
The waiter raised his hand and pulled back his coiled hair. Two buttons on the collar were undone.
"Scram!"
Gong Nanling's face was terrifyingly dark. A cold glint flashed across the depths of his eyes.
He did not beat the woman, so he vented all his anger on the cart. He raised his leg and kicked the dining car.
Clang! Clang!
The dining car crashed into a sandalwood rack against the wall. A pot of expensive orchids fell to the floor.
The blue and white porcelain flowerpots were torn apart, and the blooming flowers were scattered.
"Sorry …" "Sorry …"
The female staff who was serving the food hastily pulled the dining car over and ran out.
Gong Nanling put his hands on his hips and anger rose up in his heart.
"Is this still a 'Junyue Hotel'?! Smoke and miasma?! "What is it?!"
A complaint call was made.
Very soon, someone came over to deal with it.
After a careful examination, he actually discovered that the woman who was serving the food was not an employee of Junyue Hotel.
When Gong Nanling heard the result, he couldn't help but feel terrified.
Ye Zichen took the phone and let Dark Guard, who was secretly protecting Ye Zichen, live inside.
"Sir, you can rest assured that we will thoroughly investigate this matter and give you a satisfactory answer. Sir, if you are not satisfied with this guest room, we can change it for you. "
The deputy general manager of the hotel himself came to apologize.
"Forget it …"
Gong Nanling thought about the scene just now and felt disgusted. However, he thought that it would be even more inappropriate to change his room.
"Sir, I'm sorry …"
"All of you, get out."
At this moment, Gong Nanling was very angry and shouted angrily at the Vice President of the hotel.
"Yes …"
The hotel staff all left.
Dark Guard locked the door and searched the presidential suite thoroughly.
A moment later.
Dark Guard finished his inspection.
"Young Master Nanling, everything is normal. There were no surveillance cameras or suspicious areas."
Gong Nanling still had his hands on his waist, his rebellious eyebrows were tightly knitted, and a cold air was surrounding his body.
"Alright, I understand."
He had no appetite now.
He returned to the master bedroom, washed his face and rinsed his mouth before lying down.
"..."
Yunjing.
At the villa by the lake.
Lin Ange stood at the door of the kitchen and looked at Lu Yiyao, who was washing the dishes.
The orange light shone down, and his body was covered with a layer of warm, fragmented light.
The two of them had three meals for the four seasons.
It was the life she longed for.
One day, the children will grow up, and they will have their own families.
In the end, the only two who lived together were the two of them.
"Peace …"
Lu Yiyao finished cleaning up, washed his hands, turned around and walked towards her.
Lin Ange's pampered voice pulled her out of her thoughts. She pursed her lips and swirled the clear and shallow Pear Vortex.
"…"
She said nothing, just smiled at him.
Lu Yiyao only felt that the scene in front of him was bright and beautiful. The pear blossoms were scattered and the fragrance of the flowers was faint.
She had inherited Helan Jing's beauty and temperament, but she still had a faint shadow of that person.
After so many years, did 'that person' know that he still had a daughter in this world?
"Hubby …"
When Lin Ange saw Lu Yiyao looking at her, she called him softly.
"An An, thank you."
Step by step, Lu Yiyao walked to her side, spread his arms, embraced her, and gave her a gentle and loving look.
"Thank me?"
Lin Ange's right cheek was pressed against his firm chest, and his clear, powerful heartbeat shook her eardrums.
Behind his ears, it was slightly hot.
"An An, thank you for appearing in my life."
Lu Yiyao tightened his grip around her, wrapping her in his embrace.
"Then I still have to thank you …"
Lin Ange's face was as red as a peach as she hugged him back.
Lu Yiyao's heart swelled and rippled. He pursed his lips and lowered his eyes. He was surprised to find that Lin Ange's hair had grown an inch longer, covering her scalp completely. Even the minimally invasive wound was nowhere to be seen.
He couldn't help but raise his hand to touch it.
This time, the feeling of the bayonet was much less. It had a soft start. Upon closer inspection, there were still some small scrolls.
"Peace …"
"Hmm?"
Lu Yiyao smiled.
"Shall we go up?"
"Alright."
They carried each other upstairs.
Midnight.
Lu Yiyao lifted the blanket and got out of bed. He tucked Lin Ange in and walked out slowly with light footsteps. He lightly closed the door.
He entered the study and locked the door.
Even though it was dark outside, he kept the heavy curtains closed.
He walked heavily to the desk, sat down, and opened the bottom drawer.
Inside it was the sandalwood box and key he had taken from the Helan Family Graveyard.
He stared at the old wooden box for a while before slowly taking it out. Maybe he had been buried in the tomb for a long time, but the box was emitting a cold and gloomy aura.
The bronze key was well-kept, without a single speck of rust on it.
Lu Yiyao looked carefully at the bronze lock on the wooden box. His long fingers held the key and he carefully compared it with the key.
Cover.
The first time was a failure.
He changed directions.
Ka-cha.
A clear sound rang out. It was heading in the right direction. The bronze lock opened up in an instant.
Lu Yiyao carefully removed the lock along with the key and opened the wooden box.
Before he could clearly see what was inside, a faint fragrance entered his nose.
This fragrance somewhat resembled the 'ancient fragrance' that had disappeared for a long time from the Gong Family.
Lu Yiyao's dark and narrow eyes shrank and he held his breath. He lowered his brows and a cold glint appeared in his eyes.
Inside a small wooden box, a blood-stained plastic bag was' lying 'on the ground.
After so many years, the bright red colour had turned dark red. However, the smell of blood was still there like iron rust.
Lu Yiyao's cold pupils became tighter and tighter until his eyes turned red.
His face grew more and more grim.
As his fingers touched the plastic bag, his heart tightened and his body trembled. 0
The blood on the bag belonged to his father.
He pursed his cold lips, suppressing his emotions. Then, he slowly took out the blood-stained plastic bag.
The wooden box that was emitting a faint fragrance was locked, along with the key, it was once again placed into the bottom drawer.
"Yiyao, quickly leave …"
Through the plastic bag, Lu Yiyao looked at the glittering golden 'A.I. Chip' inside. Mu Chuhan's last words echoed in his ears again.