Daddy, Here Is Mommy

He Shen had thought of this floor, but he was not sure. After all, Xia Bozhong is such a son, usually, he is also spoiled.

"San Shao, what are we going to do next?"

"Wait."

Lu Yiyao's big hand is strong, the blue veins on the back of his palm burst out, and the small porcelain cup is about to be crushed.

"Good."

He Shen nodded slightly, calm enough to answer.

"Lin's side, keep an eye on it. Although Lin Yifei is dead, Xiao Bilan is still there?"

Lu Yi Yao released his folded legs and sat upright with his back straight.

"Three little, don't worry, I will." He Shen said seriously.

On the one hand, he entered the "Lin family" to show his ambition and, more importantly, to believe in his heart.

Even though he has retired, he is still an eagle.

"Gone."

Lu Yiyao puts down the small porcelain cup and stands up.

"I'll see you off."

He Shen also stood up with a sincere attitude.

"No more."

Lu Yiyao waved to him and strode out.

He Shen looked at his straight and proud back, and his eyes showed deep admiration.

This man, bold and resolute, has great love in his heart and is extremely dedicated to his feelings.

……

One afternoon.

Lu Yiyao and Lin ange are busy.

Back to Lu's land wing, two high-level meetings were held.

At the end of the meeting, he said.

"President, you asked me to check those people. There are already some details."

"Go to the office and say it."

"Yes."

Entering the president's office, Ding Mo handed him a stack of information.

"President, these people are no exception. They are all dead."

Ding Mo hands clasped, put down the abdomen, Jun face revealed a trace of regret.

"Dead?"

Lu Yi Yao's deep and narrow eyes shrunk for a moment, and the light of his eyes was sinister and cold.

"Just 12 years ago, after Miss Helan had a car accident, these people all died inexplicably."

Ding Mo reported truthfully.

"12 years ago?"

Lu Yiyao's brain seems to have a long needle cone, some pictures slide in his mind like lightning, fleeting. There's some generalized pain in the forehead.

He frowned and looked carefully at the information that Timothy handed him. The information of these people is very strange to him. Why did they "chase" him back then?

The information is very normal. We can't see any trace. These people, who have not joined any "team", are ordinary people.

How can ordinary people hold guns?

It seems that someone must have tampered with their information so that he can't check it.

Lu Yiyao tries hard to recall, but his brain is always blank. The brain is as heavy as lead because it is too hard.

"President, I can't find out what you said about" the dust of memory "

Ding Mo lowered his head and said stiffly.

Strange to say, he almost checked all hypnotists in state Z, but found nothing.

It is not an easy thing to seal a person's memory completely. It is very difficult for a general hypnotist to do it.

He tried to put the target abroad again. According to the results of the inquiry, Lu Yiyao did not go abroad at all, nor did any hypnotist enter the country.

"Can't you find it?"

Lu Yi Yao's cold face was angry, and his eyes were like hawks and falcons.

"President, I'll check again..."

Ding Mo's heart is tight, swallow saliva, nervous to return a way.

"Lu Jinhui?"

Lu Yi's cold and sharp eyes tightened, and the piercing cold mingled with towering anger burst out.

"President..."

Timothy's head dropped lower.

No wonder Lu Yiyao is so angry. If he guesses it is right, who dares to do so to him besides the chairman?

But why did the chairman do this?

"You go out first."

"Yes."

Timothy answered and went out.

In the president's office in black and white, the air conditioning is oppressive.

The sun shines through the French windows. A few warm colors can't make you warm.

Lu Yi's deep eyes are tightening, and his dark pupil is staring at the figures on the materials.

"Lu Yiyao, don't run away..."

"Lu Yiyao, if you run again, I will shoot..."

In front of my eyes, it was bloody.

Lu Yi's distant eyes refracted into a piece of red, and his ears came to rush and cold pursuit sound.What happened that day?

Why can't I remember it at all?

Lu Yi Yao holds the hand of data to tighten ceaselessly, the blue muscle on the back of the palm moves ceaselessly, and the knuckle becomes white.

Soon, the data in the hands of a ball, about to crush.

Eyebrows like a fire, chest and abdomen produced an unspeakable anger, straight to the top of the head.

Bang.

He threw the information forward with great force, and then the whole person leaned on the back of the chair, his eyes closed slightly.

Concentration, want to have the picture that flash like lightning to recall. However, the remaining memory is fragmented, how can not be pieced together completely.

At the end of the day, the only images suddenly disappeared. The brain, like a gale, leaves nothing.

Lu Yiyao has a headache, and a big bead of sweat rolls down his forehead.

Crazy inside, but don't know what to do?

He thought, do you want to go to the intersection where helanjing happened again to see if he can remember something?

Or today.

After making up his mind, he gradually calmed down. Slowly open some swollen eyelids, in front of everything gradually clear.

Sunlight transmission, hit a piece of jade on the Bogu shelf, Yingying luster, shining. Under the warm luster, but also through the silk cold.

Ding Mo just wants to go in to deliver coffee to him, Gong Nanling comes up.

"General manager Xiaogong..."

"Give it to me."

Gong Nanling took advantage of the situation to take over the coffee in his hand and asked a question.

"Assistant Ding, how is your brother-in-law feeling today?"

"Not very good."

Ding Mo's handsome face, floating a touch of worry.

"Well, I see."

Gong Nanling's rebellious eyebrows rose slightly, took a deep breath, and pushed open the door of the office.

"Uncle..."

Lu Yiyao frowned, did not look up at him, deep narrow eyes still staring at the computer screen rolling numbers.

"Your coffee, uncle."

Gong Nanling just took a look at him and determined what Ding Mo said.

My brother-in-law is really in a bad mood today.

He gently put the coffee cup on Lu Yiyao's desk and stood respectfully, not daring to sit down.

"What are you doing up here?"

Lu Yiyao's eyes are cold and she gives him a casual glance. The chill in the eyes is a little frightening.

"Oh, that..."

Gong Nan Ling stopped for a while, looking at the curl of hot coffee, back.

"That grandfather just called me and asked you to go back to your old house for dinner today. By the way, I asked you to bring your little aunt and Yan Yan with you... "