Rebirth of the hidden marriage queen

Chapter 555 Do You Really Think Our Ling Family Is Dead?

Fortunately, the Mo family still has two sons who are in politics and the army, so this situation can be resisted for at least half a year.

However, there will be a day when paper cannot contain the fire.

In addition, Ling Yi has been secretly investigating some things about Chuyang. He always feels that Chuyang has concealed many things from him, and some things are not even something she can bear as a woman.

Ling Yi withdrew his gaze, and took out a handkerchief embroidered with sunflowers from his pocket. His fingers lightly rubbed the protruding part, and those deep eyes were stained with warmth.

"Auntie, don't worry, I will do my best to protect Chuyang."

After standing downstairs and wandering for a long time, Ling Yi entered the villa, and then went straight to the study on the second floor.

Just hanging the coat on the hanger, the landline phone rang on time.

Ling Yi frowned, walked to the desk, picked up the microphone to answer.

"Mr. Ling, I live up to your trust. You asked me to investigate Ms. Ye's information a month ago, and now I have checked all of them. Some unknown information is difficult for outsiders to check, but people with our identity want to check , It’s actually very simple. Some secrets, when I figured them all out, I felt really unbelievable, and I never thought that there would be such crazy and unbelievable things in this world.”

"Ling Yi, you should take a look with your own eyes, but you must not show the information I gave you to another person. I used some special means to sneak into the computer I was dealing with and steal it secretly. Yes." The person on the other end of the phone ordered cautiously.

Ling Yi smiled and expressed his gratitude: "Thank you, don't worry, I won't reveal your act of taking private orders for me. By the way, my elder brother, second brother, and my grandpa and father will return to Liangcheng in a few days. Would you like to come to our house to pay a visit to those big guys?"

The person on the other end of the phone was obviously frightened: "Don't, don't, I really don't have the qualifications to meet some political leaders. Just by their aura, I can scare my courage away. Mr. Ling, please forgive me!" kill me."

Ling Yi smiled, a dark light flashed across his eyes, and whispered: "Xiao Chen, remember, forget what you saw, just like the delete button on a computer, delete it for me with one click."

"Okay, I will delete it with one click." The man replied immediately.

Ling Yi hummed, asked him to send the information to the mailbox, and hung up the phone.

Ling Yi's heart couldn't help but become uneasy. He really couldn't imagine how many unknown things were hidden in Chuyang, and who else wanted to harm her?

After hanging up the phone, he turned on the computer, logged into the mailbox, found the email that had just been sent, and clicked to enter.

Lines of text printed before the eyes, as well as the certificates, and the blood test report.

When all the truth was revealed in his eyes, he took a deep breath, and a bloodthirsty cold light flashed across his eyes.

There was a chill in the cold light, and with a wave of his hand, the water glass, glass photo frame and crystal ashtray placed on the table fell to the floor.

The violent sound stung his eardrums and also calmed his heart.

His eyes stared blankly at the computer, and every item listed, his whole heart seemed to fall into an ice cave, and the coldness of his whole body completely submerged him.

"They are so arrogant and vicious..."

One piece, one case after another, are all conspiracies surrounding Chu Yang.

From his aunt to Chuyang, the Ling family had been kept in the dark all these years. Only at this moment did he finally understand that the sufferings that belonged to his aunt and Chuyang were not destiny, but man-made.

He stared at the shards of glass all over the floor, and gritted his teeth with hatred: "Do you really think our Ling family is dead?"

Full of anger, unable to vent, Ling Yi could only walk back and forth around the study room. This night he stood in front of the study window, looking up at the dark night sky, and stayed up all night.

Cigarette butts accumulated on the ground, like the branches covered with frost and mist outside the window.

(End of this chapter)