The Runaway Wife of the Godfather of the Republic of China

Chapter 141 A Trip to Nanjing (3)
Ye Qingran had already guessed that there must be something urgent to trouble him so late, she didn't bother to ask, and took the initiative to go back to the small bedroom.

With Tang Chengxun not here, she couldn't wish for it!
Putting down her defenses and disguises, she lay on the bed, flipped through the book, opened the curtains, and looked at the snow with the light. It is good that this house lives in the mountains, quiet and quiet, without any noise at all.

Missing is like a gust of wind, blowing into the heart.

She thought of Su Wen.

If once he escaped from Tang Chengxun's side, would Tang Chengxun turn his anger on him?Will his family be implicated?Will my family suffer from it?

She dared not think.

She doesn't have any capital to challenge Tang Chengxun at all, all she can use is his so-called love for herself, get along with him well, dispel his worries, and when he trusts her the most, she leaves calmly .The point is, this "leave" can't make him see anything tricky. If it makes him feel guilty, then her family can live a good life under his nose, and Su Wen's side can live in peace.

She wants his complete confidence.

She is waiting for a chance.

On a snowy winter night, the north wind raged.

In a dilapidated and hidden alley.

A bloodstained young man lay moaning on the cold ground.

Tang Chengxun stared coldly at the man on the ground.

Standing all around were men in black who were dressed neatly in bunts.

A tall and handsome man whispered in Tang Chengxun's ear, "At noon, a group of masked men attacked the underground factory where we were shipping. Since we had been in a state of preparation for war, they were wiped out. Excluding the 11 people who were killed , five of them committed suicide by licking the buttons on their necklines, and this was the only one left, whose reaction was a bit slow, and was caught alive by the brothers, here, hall master, look—"

Tang Chengxun put on his snow-white gloves, pinched the black button in Guan Qingyuan's palm, and examined it.

He put the button on his nose and sniffed it, it seemed familiar!
If I remember correctly, this smell is the same as the blood that came out of the mouth of those mysterious dead who attacked Shanghai's "Yutong" smokehouse and committed suicide by biting their tongues!
His stern face smiled, and the bloodthirsty instinct in his bones began to stir again.

Yanlong Hall has never met an opponent in the past two years, and this time the visitor is not kind.

He motioned Guan Qingyuan to put away the smeared button and got up.

He slowly approached the dying man on the ground, smiled and leaned over and said, "Tell me, who sent you here?"

His smile is like a flower blooming on a cliff, beautiful but full of deadly danger.

The man on the ground snorted coldly.

He pinched the man's face fiercely, "Who is your master?"

The bloody man gasped heavily.

He reached out, and a blade as thin as a cicada's wing was placed on the man's face with a cold light.

Several men in black held down the man's limbs respectively.

"Don't say it! That's fine." He smiled coldly, and gracefully placed the blade on his forehead, "Then be faithful to the Lord!"

The blade in his hand cut open the man's face fiercely and briskly. The man screamed and passed out immediately.

The man in black has sensibly held his head tightly.

Blood splashed on his face, his dark eyes were full of bloodthirsty excitement, and his movements were fast and fierce.

The man finally stopped moving.

He put the bloody dough in the glass basin filled with white liquid medicine held by Guan Qingyuan, took the snow-white handkerchief handed over by the man in black, and cleaned his hands.

"Leave it to Gu Yixiao. Be sure to find a brother who looks like you. You must not make any mistakes." He threw away the handkerchief, and the corners of his mouth curled up. "Use some tricks to make it perfect."

"Yes." Guan Qingyuan bowed slightly.

He looked out the window, and the snow was getting tighter.

"Qingyuan, you must continue to maintain a state of preparation for war, and you must have sufficient firepower. The end of the year is approaching, so don't relax."

"Since yesterday, our brothers have been on call 24 hours a day. Master, these people don't act like local gangs."

"This is the strangest part. The local gangs have long been unable to challenge us. These people will be benevolent as soon as they fail to succeed. They are dedicated to provoking our Yanlongtang territory. They are ruthless and do not leave a way out. There must be masters behind the scenes. Not to be underestimated."

"I must tell him to come and go." Guan Qingyuan gritted his teeth.

It was almost twelve o'clock when Tang Chengxun returned to the military apartment.

He glanced at the small bedroom with the closed door, smiled wryly, and went straight into the bathroom to wash away the bloody smell from his body.

Blood and darkness cannot be tolerated in her world, and he doesn't want to stop the trust and goodwill he has built up so hard.

He closed his eyes and immersed himself in hot water.

Over the past ten years, to this point, his hands have been covered with the blood of countless people. He has never been timid. He has always believed that only by becoming stronger can he be invincible, and be invincible in this dark world where the weak prey on the strong. .

Now that she has walked into his world, the softness in his heart has never been touched before. He doesn't want her to live in fear. Once she has a child...

He didn't dare to think!

"Child", what a warm word, I'm afraid his hands will profane him or her!
After thoroughly disposing of this provocative Yanlongtang organization, he will have a good rest.

These chaotic rivers and lakes grievances should also be let go.

He wants to be with her all the time and let her give birth to a large group of children for him.

Walking out of the bathroom, wrapped in his nightgown, he opened the door of the small bedroom in the same way last night. The door lock "clicked", and he pushed it, but did not push it.

It turned out that the girl had pushed something on the inner door.

He went back to the big bedroom in embarrassment.

The winter snow is silent, the lonely north wind blows, and the mountains are silent.

Ye Qingran got up early in the morning, and when she finished washing, she found that Tang Chengxun was already sitting on the dining table flipping through the newspaper.

She waved to him friendly, "Good morning!"

His heart was shocked, and he asked with a smile, "Did you sleep well last night?" This kind of friendship was a benefit that he had been looking forward to for a long time, even if it was deception, he recognized it.The warmth that has never been expected has emerged again.

Ye Qingran glanced out the window, "I can't sleep well in strange places. Ah, the snow has finally stopped. Will the big snowman we made yesterday become unrecognizable?"

He put down the newspaper and waved to the orderly for dinner.

"Let's have breakfast before we go to see the Snowman."

"Okay." She sat across from him, "I want to go out today?"

At last she saw him in her eyes.

"Where are you going?" He asked with uncontrollable excitement.

"The day before yesterday I was reading at the 'Ziyue' bookstore. The owner's daughter and I hit it off very well. I had an appointment to go to the temple fair yesterday, but the weather was bad, so I couldn't go. Look, the snow has stopped now... ·”

"Momo," he said with deep eyes, pondering for a moment, "if you want to visit Nanjing City, I will accompany you. The Confucius Temple is a mess of fish and dragons, and there are three schools of thought. It's too chaotic, so I don't want to go."

(End of this chapter)