A Pillow of Greedy Love: The Young Master's Little Wife

"Young Master Lu? Young Master Lu!"

The assistant standing next to the man stretched out his hand and pushed his eyes, and reminded in a deep voice: "The meeting is about to start, look..."

"Did you hear anything?"

Lu Yan turned his gaze, with a slightly alienated gaze in Qingyi, revealing extraordinary dignity, vaguely showing the inherent domineering.It seemed that the venomous sunshine was dimmed.

"Uh, voice?" The assistant raised his eyebrows in surprise, and shook his head in a funny manner.

Is he hallucinating?

Lu Yan listened carefully again, but nothing happened.

He couldn't help laughing secretly, it seemed that he really wanted to catch that little woman!

"It's nothing, let's go!" With an order, Lu Yan closed the car door and left steadily.

The assistant turned his head and glanced at the direction Lu Yan was looking at just now, then turned his face again, looked at Lu Yan who was going away, said "hey", and hurried after him...

the other side.

Ye Jinghan, who was running away desperately, was covered by a black shadow that suddenly appeared.

She struggled in panic, but the man's arms were like iron clamps, holding her tightly, and she couldn't break free at all.

And just when she felt that she was really felled this time, she saw several other men in black descend from the sky, climb over the high walls on both sides of the alley, surround the person who was chasing her just now, and beat her up in an orderly manner. pause.

The person who beat him cried for his father and mother, until his mouth was covered with foam and his teeth were all over the ground before he let him go.

"Wait for the other little guys to catch up, clean up together, and then set up the scene. Remember to call the police!" The deep voice was as gentle as a computer command: "Miss, I will take it away first, the master doesn't want her to see too many bloody scenes .”

After a pause, he reached for Ye Jinghan's cell phone, grabbed it with one hand, and threw it on the ground casually, falling apart...

*

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the floor of the room through the milky white curtains.

Ye Jinghan opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, his mind was still in chaos.

"Are you awake, Hanhan?"

Hanhan? !

This kind nickname reminded her of her mother.

She vaguely remembered that when she was a child, her mother always used that gentle and quiet voice to call her softly, "Hanhan...Hanhan..."

Mechanical diversion of sight.

I saw a hale and hearty old man sitting in the middle of the sofa, with gray hair on his temples, but that extraordinary demeanor cannot be cultivated in a day or two.

That is the unique courage of people who are always in high positions!

"You... saved me?"

After searching quickly in his mind, Ye Jinghan was convinced that he did not know this old man.

And the reason why she thought that the old man saved her was because she recalled the actions of the man in black who almost suffocated her.

She felt that the old man would not hurt her, but she couldn't figure out why he wanted to save her, and how he knew someone was going to kill her.

The old man put down the newspaper in his hand, got up and approached.

He acquiesced to her guess, and smiled kindly: "Ah Ze hit harder, child, you can lie down and rest for a while!"

"No need, except for a little pain in the back of the neck, there shouldn't be any sequelae of a concussion." Ye Jinghan stretched out his hand to press his neck, looked up at the old man who was staring at her, the muscles at the corners of his mouth stiffened slightly, and then picked She smiled politely and asked softly, "Can you tell me who you are? Or, tell me why you saved me!"

The old man adjusted his brows slightly, looking at her with more playfulness.

It seemed to be looking at another person through her.

"Did anyone tell you that you look like your mother?"

The old man withdrew his uncomfortably staring gaze at Ye Jinghan, then took out a recording pen from his suit pocket, raised his eyes and looked at Ye Jinghan again with a heavy expression: "Son, in fact, your mother's death is man-made!"