Dear Mr. Shi

Old man Shi continued: "No, what he values ​​most is not himself, but his promise to his parents. He promised to take care of Shi Annuo. As long as he is alive, he will not let Shi Annuo trouble, so Shi Annuo is the most important thing. Okay, who can verify his life."

The housekeeper suddenly realized: "Master, please rest assured, as long as Shi Annuo leaves the airport, ours will stop him!"

The old man hooked his lips with satisfaction, and then solemnly instructed: "One month, it only takes another month, Shi Guo and Han belong to me, so in any case, we must ensure that Shi Guo’s financing goes smoothly. ."

"Master, please rest assured, this matter Bi Yuntao is proceeding smoothly, it is only a matter of time!" the butler replied.

"Bi Yuntao, do you want us to find a treasure!" Shi Xiuren said with a smile, and then waved his hand to signal the housekeeper to go out.

The butler nodded, and then retired.

When the old man was still standing by the window, he turned and looked out the window, his eyes calmly, he didn't know what he was thinking.

His study is on the second floor, hanging up and down, with a straight glass wall like a cliff, preventing anyone from approaching, but it doesn't mean that no one can approach.

After standing for a while, the old man may feel a little tired, so he turned and took a step, as if he was about to leave the study.

But when I walked to the desk, there was a sudden "click" sound from the glass window behind him.

As a cool breeze with rain blew in, the old man turned his head subconsciously and saw a tall figure, squatting on the window sill like a perching black eagle.

It was a man. He was wearing a hat, and dense burgundy hair was faintly visible under the brim of the hat. His eyes looked at him coldly through the hair covering his forehead, and the corners of his mouth gave out a cold smile.

There is an alarm in the study, and it is installed on the desk. At this moment, as soon as the old man raises his hand and presses it down, the bodyguard outside the door will rush in.

But before his hand passed the alarm, the dagger was taken out and flew towards him, stopping the hand he wanted to press down.

"It's useless if you press it. The people in Shiguo Bieyuan are all controlled by us." The visitor sat on the window with a smile, looking at the old man with a scornful look.

The old man saw the appearance of the incoming person, and he drank suddenly: "Xia Yang, it's you! You are too presumptuous!"

Xia Yang pulled out his ears: "I thought you would want to say that you weren't dead? As a result, I didn't expect that you were not surprised at all? You must know that I was also on the plane!"

Xia Yang didn't die, so Shi Yuhan must have not died, and he must have done something secretly, otherwise Xia Yang would not be here in the middle of the night.

The old man's complexion was extremely ugly. He didn't expect that when he was protected from the cold, he dared to come out like this.

He asked angrily: "Xia Yang, how about the time to protect yourself from the cold? You went to Korea with him, and you were fine, so you must be fine, right?"

At this moment, the room was pushed aside, and there was a bit of silence in the cold.

When he walked in gracefully and calmly against the cold, he was wearing a black T-shirt today with dark black texture casual field military pants, as if he had returned from a long journey.

The cold gaze was on the old man, and the deepness could penetrate into people's heart in an instant, walking step by step without hurries, as if stepping on an Illusory Order.