Madam, did she abuse the scum today?

Chapter 262 The Yan family can't help you

"Master, please give this slave one more chance to find the young master."

"Owner……"

In the courtyard, the servants and guards who were walking back and forth, looking for the figure of Yan Yunzhou, all changed their expressions after hearing the cries of these women, and there was a strong despair in their eyes, but in the next moment Reverted to the dull and taciturn look before.

The shrill and desperate begging for mercy gradually faded away, making the servants who had long been familiar with this scene numb physically and mentally.

The head of the family is a full-fledged lunatic, perhaps because of her emotional betrayal, her psychology has been distorted, and she has no longer looked like a normal person.

Hatred blinded her eyes, devoured her innocence and kindness, and turned her into a murderous bloodthirsty demon, not only their servants, but even her own son, she has never been soft.

Thinking of the abuse that Yan Yunzhou had suffered, the servant who had already become numb suddenly shuddered subconsciously, and there was a trace of pity in his eyes.

In fact, compared with the pain he experienced, what they experienced was really nothing.

Even if he was sacrificed, at least he died without pain.

But he lived in the endless black abyss purgatory day and night, and he could not survive or die.

Yan Qingyue stood on the steps with her hands behind her back, looked up at the dark sky, then turned her gaze to the noisy crowd in the distance, and said sharply.

"Let me look for them all. If the Yan family can't find them, and Fengshan can't find them, then look outside. Even if you dig three feet into the ground, you must bring me back the 'Little Master'! If you can't find him, Then you all go to sacrifice!"

"Yes."

After looking at the trembling crowd again, Yan Qingyue turned around and walked towards the flower hall.

It wasn't until her figure completely disappeared that the noise gradually returned to the quiet courtyard.

Anxious shouts came and went, accompanied by the whistling wind, which looked extraordinarily eerie in the silent night.

In the flower hall.

A man in a dark blue suit with an iron mask on his face, only showing a pair of black eyes, sat on a chair, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand, sipping it in small sips.

The rising heat hid his dark and deep eyes in the mist, making it hard to see clearly.

A layer of fine water droplets formed on the mask under the steaming heat.

The man looked at his watch from time to time, and then walked to the gate with a look of anxiety in his eyes.

Looking at the servants who were waiting quietly like wooden men, the corners of the man's lips twitched under the man's mask, "Excuse me, when will Master Yan see me?"

Silence answered him.

Facing his question, the attendants in the flower hall didn't even give him a look, let alone answer his question.

After asking two or three questions in succession without getting an answer, the man had no choice but to suppress the anxiety in his heart and shut his mouth wisely.

She lowered her head and continued to sip the tea in the cup slowly.

"Da da da--"

The high-heeled shoes stepped on the hard floor tiles, making a pleasant sound, from far to near.

Hearing the sound, the man put down his cup and looked up at the door. The enchanting figure who had already stepped up the steps immediately stood up. After tidying up the hem of his clothes without any wrinkles, he strode up to meet him.

"Patriarch Yan, you are finally willing to see me. I don't know my request, but the Yan family..."

Before he could speak, Yan Qingyue interrupted him coldly.

"Sorry, the Yan family can't help you with your matter at the moment."

"Ah?" The man was stunned, staring blankly at Yan Qingyue's graceful back, his eyes were full of confusion.

"I don't know what Patriarch Yan's words mean?"

He spent a lot of energy in order to come to Yan's house.

If it is not successful this time, then next time, I don't know what to pay.

Faced with the man's ignorance, Yan Qingyue's eyes flickered with rage, she went straight to the main seat and sat down, trying her best to suppress the gloom and impatience in her heart, and said in a deep voice.

"Mr. Chu, the youngest son is missing, and the Yan family is trying their best to find it. They really can't find time to divination for you. Therefore, Mr. Chu, please forgive me."

When the man heard the words, a flash of surprise flashed across his dark eyes.

It is said that the young master of the Yan family is the darling of the head of the Yan family, and no one can touch him. The head of the Yan family loves him very much, and cares for him like an eyeball, and he is more important than his own life.

Today, Young Master Yan disappeared, seeing Patriarch Yan's expression, he must be worried.

It's really not the right time for him to come to the door today.

Is it really not the right time for him?

Tightening the line of his lips, the man suppressed the thoughts in his heart, and cupped his hands towards Yan Qingyue, "Since the Yan family is inconvenient today, I will visit another day. The head of the Yan family does not need to worry too much, the young master may be greedy for a while. It's all for fun, I will definitely come back later, the young master has his own destiny, and he will be safe and sound."

When Yan Qingyue heard this, she glanced at him with a secretive expression, and her red lips curled into a meaningful arc.

"With the auspicious words of Mr. Chu, my son must be full of blessings, and he can live a safe life, Yongning forever."

She almost spilled the last sentence from her teeth, but the man who was full of thoughts didn't notice the difference.

"Since Patriarch Yan has something important to do, I won't bother you much. Another day, when Patriarch Yan is free, I will come to bother you."

Yan Qingyue nodded, and waved to the servants beside her, "Send Mr. Chu away."

"Yes."

After the man left, the smile on Yan Qingyue's mouth disappeared immediately.

Shaking the non-existent dust on the skirt, she stood up with a gloomy face and went back to the room.

Pushing open the door of the bedroom, in the pitch-black room, you can't see your fingers. The cold breath mixed with the faint fragrance of irises blows towards your face, making Yan Qingyue's already unhappy mood even more depressed.

Stretching out his hand to fumble on the wall to press the switch, the room that was originally invisible was suddenly as bright as day.

Walking into the room, Yan Qingyue kicked off her high heels, and walked slowly towards the pedestal bed in the center of the room that can accommodate five or six people.

Standing still by the bed, Yan Qingyue's eyes fell on the photo frame on the bedside table, and her eyes were in a trance for a moment.

The man in the photo frame was dressed in a royal blue suit. His appearance was handsome like no ordinary person, his temperament was outstanding, and he was extraordinary.

If Yan Yunzhou was here at this time, he would be able to find that his face was [-]% similar to the man in the photo, as if it was carved out of the same mold.

Reaching out to pick up the photo frame, the green fingers attached to the face in the photo, and the pulp of the finger gently traced the outline of the face, quietly watching the pair of eyes that seemed to have absorbed all the tenderness in the world, the expression in the eyes also Can't help but soften down.

"A Yuan..."

Muttering in a low voice, she raised her other hand and slowly took off the mask on her face, revealing that pair of stunning looks that made the world eclipse.

Calling the name of the person in the painting over and over again, all the hostility around her dissipated at this moment, and the shyness and sweetness of a little daughter's family appeared on her cold face.

(End of this chapter)