Just like looking for good news in cold light

Chapter 1130 The curtain is about to open
Hearing these words, Song Yinyin suddenly realized, and she looked at Lu Jinhan beside her in surprise.

He smiled and said: "From the box opposite, the interior decoration has not changed at all, but this glass wall has been remodeled."

"Did you install a bug in that box?" Song Yinyin asked.

"um, yes."

Lu Jinhan nodded, a sharp and cold light flashed in his amber eyes: "It's time to tear off Yan Zhengxiong's disguise."

Feeling vaguely that a wonderful show was likely to be seen next, Song Yinyin stopped talking and looked quietly at the other end of the glass wall——

"Someone sent you an anonymous letter?"

Yan Zhengxiong frowned slightly, "Who could it be?"

"I can not guess it."

Shaking his head, Yan Kejun was a little hesitant, and said after two seconds, "However, the person who sent me an anonymous letter said..."

"What?" Yan Zhengxiong narrowed his eagle eyes.

"The people who said they killed my parents are the Yan family."

In fact, Yan Kejun only said half of what he said. The anonymous letter left a message directly saying that the real murderer who killed his parents was actually his uncle Yan Zhengxiong.

He was so shocked that his mind went blank, and he couldn't get back to his senses for a long time.

The other party also listed some evidence for him, such as Yan Zhengxiong's shortfall of public funds, misappropriation of Yan Zhengsong's private treasury, etc...

The brain was hit hard, and he lost all thinking at that time.

He has always been brought up by his uncle, he is very kind to himself, he has never doubted his uncle...

No matter how cruel and unscrupulous he is, he always respects him as his father.

But thinking about all the means Yan Zhengxiong has used in the past few months, and the poison of the blood curse he planted on Lu Jinhan more than 20 years ago, he can't help but feel terrible, and even shudder!

When Yan Zhengxiong heard the words, he glanced at him lightly, with a sullen look on his face: "The person who sent you the letter mentioned me?"

Unexpectedly, when he mentioned it himself, Yan Kejun pursed his lips, and simply opened up his words.

"Uncle, I respect you very much. I have always regarded you as my father. I am very grateful for your kindness in nurturing, but please don't hide it from me."

Yan Zhengxiong narrowed his falcon's black eyes, and suddenly smiled.

"It seems that the person who tried to provoke the relationship between our uncle and nephew has succeeded."

"..." Yan Kejun lowered his head silently, neither admitting nor denying it.

"Oh, no matter what, there are some things that should be shown to you."

Yan Zhengxiong sneered, and sat down on the wide arc-shaped green leather sofa in front of him.

Then, he patted the side of his side, looked up at Yan Kejun, and said, "Ke Jun, sit down."

He seemed calm and breezy, as if he wanted to chat with Yan Kejun about family affairs, Yan Kejun couldn't help feeling anxious.

"Uncle, I'll just stand up."

Yan Zhengxiong was not angry, so he asked suddenly: "Do you know the story about your father and Song Yinyin's mother?"

Yan Kejun was stunned.

He suddenly remembered that Song Yinyin had mentioned his father and his mother when she saw him before.

But now, the uncle suddenly mentioned, is there some kind of relationship between them?

I saw Yan Zhengxiong picked up a cigar in his hand, lit it, took a deep breath, and began to slowly tell the story of the year.

And Song Yinyin, who was standing on the other side of the glass wall, couldn't help feeling nervous when she heard this.

She vaguely sensed that the curtain of truth was about to be lifted.

(End of this chapter)