The Little Midnight Bride

He was lying on the teacher's chair a little tired, and Ziya, who was looking at the screen, suddenly showed a surprised smile. /www>

He pressed a red communication button in front of him: "Attention, someone broke in near the dead house, zoom in on the surveillance screen."

Directly in front of him, there are countless LCD monitors, on which are constantly showing the nearby monitoring images.

One of the screens was called up, and the people who kept approaching the house of death were none other than Young Master Di and his subordinates.

Old Master Yan was pressing his temples when his eyes suddenly fell on the enlarged surveillance screen, and he stood up in shock. [

"Ziya, don't hurt him." Seeing that Ziya's finger was about to press a button, Mr. Yan hurried out to stop him.

Ziya frowned, obviously dissatisfied with Elder Yan.

"Grandpa, what they are going to approach is the House of the Dead."

The meaning in his words, those who approach the house of the dead, die!Some secrets must not be known to outsiders.

"That's my grandson!" Old Yan said urgently, "My most proud grandson!"

Ziya was silent, her eyes lingered on the screen for a few seconds, then, she grabbed the communication device, slowly restrained her eyebrows and said:

"Send people to the vicinity of the house of the dead, and don't allow anyone to approach. If necessary, drive away the trespassers, and don't hurt their lives."

"Yes, this subordinate is going now." A deep voice came from the other side, and the communication was cut off.

Ziya turned around and looked at Elder Yan, "Grandpa, this is the only thing I can do."

"Thank you!" Elder Yan sat back on the teacher's chair again, and Emperor Yan flashed a wound that could not be concealed.

There are some things that he can't let anyone know, especially Xiao Didi, he is afraid that Xiao Didi will find out the cause of his parents' death that year.

He swore that it was really just an accident, if he knew that his son was also in the car, he would never have.

Regretted, these years he often stared at his son's photo in a daze.

Who can afford a white-haired person to give a black-haired person?

"How's the recent progress?" After calming down, he took the cup of hot tea that Zi Ya handed him, took two sips, and then asked.

Zi Ya shook her head in frustration: "There is still no significant progress."

From his master's generation to his generation, he has been researching for decades, but still can't research specific medicines.

And he has spent five years on this.

"Maybe, we should give up." Yan Lao sighed. [

Zi Ya clenched her fists tightly: "No, I will never give up, I will definitely succeed. I will!"

【Amen, I'm going to throw a small landmine. Whoever gets blown up will be the one. It's just a landmine. Let me remind you first, flash】