Cold President: Ex-wife is hard to chase

Chapter 297 He Really Died (2)
"My silly daughter, it's not good for you to look like your father, but you are so emotionally like me." Ye Zhenshan patted his daughter's shoulder and sighed, "Forget it, Dad, come and think of a way."

Ye Zhenshan was really scheming, first he took out his mobile phone and dialed the number Mingzhu had left for him, but he couldn't get through, so he felt a little lucky.

According to the people he placed in City A, the news came back that the fight between the police and "Mad World" was indeed serious, and there were countless casualties.

If so, God help him.

Of course, this fluke about him was shattered after a few minutes.

Just as she was about to tell Ye Jiayi the plan she came up with on the spur of the moment, the phone rang.

Ye Zhenshan took it out and took a look, his brows twitched unconsciously, he made a hush to Ye Jiayi before pressing the answer button.

Mingzhu's voice was somewhat hoarse and tired, and came from the other end, "How is Mo?"

She never mentioned how embarrassed she is now, and asked Ling Mo directly. It can be seen that she really loves him, and this man has really been deeply burned into her bone marrow.

Ye Zhenshan looked upstairs, and replied in a light voice: "Still in the rescue, what kind of vision is that sniper you're looking for? The bullet directly grazed his heart."

"What?" It was obvious that following Ye Zhenshan's words, Mingzhu's voice trembled a little.

Snapped!
There was a crisp and loud applause, "Trash, idiot, didn't I tell you to aim a little bit? The bullet must be aimed three inches away from the heart. You're good, just pass by! It's for you!" Be brave! Dogs!"

There was a man begging for mercy without any dignity on the other end of the phone.

Ye Zhenshan didn't speak, took the microphone a little away from his ears, and listened calmly.

After reprimanding the people around her, Mingzhu put the mobile phone to her ear again, "Ye Zhenshan, I warn you, don't play tricks on me. If Ling Mo really has something wrong, I will definitely let your daughter be buried with her!"

As if reminded of something by her own words, she said again: "You give Ye Jiayi the phone number."

After Ye Zhenshan said a few words and so on, he held the microphone with his hand, mouthed a few silent words to his daughter, and then handed over the phone.

Facing a woman like Mingzhu who was a bit crazy and would use any means to achieve her goals, Ye Jiayi was terrified from the bottom of her heart, and just about to speak, Mingzhu's cold voice came from the other end, "Ye Jiayi."

She called her name lightly, but Ye Jiayi felt a chill in her vest, and the tragic death of the little yellow hair suddenly jumped into her mind.

After pausing for several seconds, feeling that her deterrence had played a certain role, Mingzhu continued, "Ling Mo is also someone you like, I hope you can take good care of him."

After being nervous about herself for a long time, Ye Jiayi was more or less surprised when she waited for such a gentle and reasonable word, she nodded subconsciously and said: "Well, don't worry, he is someone I like, of course I will take good care of him. "

With Ye Jiayi's words, Mingzhu hung up the phone with confidence.

Standing behind Mingzhu, he was also the only one who escaped death in the entire "Mad World" except Mingzhu and Ling Mo. Enduring the burning pain on his cheek, he looked at Mingzhu's profile and summoned up his courage to say: " Miss Ming, don't you have any doubts about why there are so many policemen ambushing around?"

Mingzhu raised her right hand with broken nails, put it in front of her eyes, and looked at it casually, "What exactly do you want to say?"

"Since Ling Mo took over 'Mad World' for so many years, 'Mad World' has not received any business, nor has it done a major event. The brothers have been discussing in private..."

"Keep talking." Mingzhu blew on his right hand, which could no longer do manicure, and signaled him to continue.

"Brothers say in private..." The man in black looked at Mingzhu's face and made sure he wasn't angry, so he continued, "Ling Mo is actually an undercover agent for the police..."

Snapped!
Before the man in black finished speaking, what was waiting for him was a violent kick on the lower abdomen. Mingzhu was not lenient when she was not convinced, or someone she didn't like.

Naturally, the force of this kick was also great. A big man, grinning and clutching his stomach, knelt down on the ground.

"In the future, if I hear such words again, it won't be so cheap!"

The man in black gritted his teeth in pain, "Miss Ming, I remember."

Mingzhu patted the dust on her sleeves, looked into the distance, and suddenly recalled in her mind what Ming Daoyuan hadn't finished saying before she died, "Son, you have to be careful of Ling Mo...he...actually... ...not necessarily...is...really..."

He doesn't have to be real for what?

Mingzhu felt a splitting headache and shook her head, not letting herself think about it.

The "Mad World", which has been proud of the world for hundreds of years, collapsed with a blast of explosives, which was obviously beyond everyone's expectations. Soon, the news that Ling Mo was the underworld of "Mad World" also became popular. Everyone knows.

Those who watched the show suddenly realized why Ling's rise was so fast, so it turned out that they were not following the right path.

Chen Xi hurried back to City A. Everything was over. Standing outside the cordon, he looked at the devastated, unrecognizable corpse, and felt a great chill in his heart.

It's a half-brother to Ling Mo, a kind of instinct derived from blood.

A reporter with a microphone in his hand recognized him at a glance among the crowds of onlookers, so he was quickly surrounded by reporters.

"Mr. Chen, did you also know that Ling Mo is from the underworld? Since you are his half-brother, do you know how he laundered money?"

Spotlights come and go, and even in broad daylight, people can't keep their eyes open.

Chen Xi raised his eyebrows angrily, and coldly glanced at the eagerly awaited reporters. After a while, he said coldly, "Where are you from the newspaper? Believe it or not, I'll sue you for defamation right away!"

(End of this chapter)