His Private Sweetheart

What should I do? Would she like to inform hazel? Let Kurosawa avoid lengshuo?

Leng Yue bites her lips and analyzes this matter in her mind. She hopes Leng Shuo's people will kill long Wenyi! In this way, Kurosawa's heart is dead, even if she can't accompany in his heart, also happy some.

Leng Yue thought about it and suddenly thought of what her father said last time. She could go to Blackpool again to wake him up.

So that he can no longer believe Leng Shuo.

An undercurrent of crisis seems to hang over country D.

After Kurosawa sent long Wenyi back to the villa, Kurosawa was beset by an emergency. It was the president who encountered a problem and asked him to solve it.

Long Wenyi saw that the servant was watering the roses. She couldn't help picking up a kettle to help. After a while, a servant came out with her phone and said, "Miss long, your phone is ringing."

Long Wenyi took a look. It was a strange number. She thought about it and picked it up. "Hello."

"Nuanyi is me." A low male voice rang out.

Long Wenyi immediately recognized it, and she was surprised, "Leng Shuo? Is that you Is it really you

"Well!"

"It's great that you're OK. I'm still worried about you!"

"I'm ok. Are you ok?"

"I'm fine!" Long Wenyi said with a smile, "is your wrist healed?"

"It's done."

Long Wenyi has thought a lot about Leng Shuo during this period of time, and the only thing that makes her remember the most is one. At this moment, she said seriously on the phone, "Leng Shuo, can I ask you something?"

"You said

"Don't kill people any more, get rid of the Mafia as soon as possible and live your own life, OK?" Long Wenyi pleaded.

"I can't help it." Leng Shuo gave a bitter smile.

"I know, but there's always a way out, right? You're so smart, I know you still have good thoughts in your heart. "

The cold man sighed, "I'll take your words into consideration."

"Well! It's a pity that I can't invite you to be my guest. Otherwise, I will treat you as a friend and treat you well. " Long Wenyi said with some regret.

"What if I could come? Will you still greet me? " Leng Shuo said suddenly.

This time, it is to let long Wenyi surprised a few seconds, "what? Are you in country D? "

Leng Shuo heard that she was frightened. He immediately laughed, "I lied to you, and you believe me!"

"I'm a very gullible person." Long Wenyi chuckled.

"Well, I won't lie to you next time. Goodbye." Leng Shuo finished and hung up.

Long Wenyi holds the mobile phone for a few seconds, and her heart is completely relaxed about Leng Shuo. At least, she doesn't want Leng Shuo to pay any more for her.

In a room in the center of the city, Leng Shuo stands in the center full of machines and turns off his mobile phone. One function of these machines is to temporarily interfere with his tracker, so that he can be in a safe condition.

Out of the door, Leng Shuo sat down on the sofa, his slender fingers holding his chin, thoughtfully, at this time, his mobile phone rang, he picked up a look, it was Locke.

"Hello! Father

"Leng Shuo, where did you go just now?" Locke asked at the other end.

"Not anywhere, in the room." Leng Shuo answered.

"Leng Shuo, remember what I said. Your task this time is to kill Kurosawa. If you can't finish the task, even if you are my adopted son, I won't show mercy." Locke threatened.

"I know father." Leng Shuo replied seriously.

Leng Shuo's eyes narrowed as he hung up the phone. It seems that his every move here has been under Locke's control. Just now, he just talked for a few minutes, and Locke already knew that he had made a move.

Country C.

A report that had been confirmed several times was placed on Dongfang Qiyou's desk. The dean who delivered the report was standing in front of the desk in cold sweat and did not dare to look at the man's expression on the chair.

After a long two minutes of waiting, I saw the man's tense face slightly raised, spit out two words from the thin lips and asked, "are you sure?"

"Mr. President, I'm sorry to tell you that your and Mrs. president's blood types have a great possibility of blood fusion."

"How big is it?"

"There is a 50% chance. In this case, even if the wife is pregnant, the possibility of miscarriage is 50% or even higher."

Dongfang Qiyou slowly narrowed his eyes, and his thick eyelashes covered all his thoughts and worries.

"Think of a way. Anyway, Xiaoya and I must have a child that belongs to us." The saying "pray for you from the East" has a strong command.

The president could not help but feel a sweat, "yes, I will try to find a way, please wait patiently, and I suggest that before there is no exact way, please ask your wife to take contraceptive measures, otherwise, it will hurt your wife's health if you are pregnant."With that, the Dean didn't dare to look at the man on the chair. Even if he didn't look, he knew how ugly his face was. The first lady couldn't bear children. How big a thing is that?

What about future Royal heirs? Royal blood can not be broken, and there is no such thing as the adoption of Royal heirs in history. The royal blood represents nobility and natural imperial momentum.

Dongfang Qiyou picked up the report and took a closer look at the above description. Because it was a report that no one knew, even if the Dean sent someone to do it, he concealed the identity of the person on the report. Therefore, the doctors only regarded them as ordinary people, and generally did a detailed examination. Every conclusion in the above report was that there was no possibility of fraud.

Dongfang Qibao picked up the report and held it tightly in his hand, as if he wanted to crush it abruptly.

In the evening, Dongfang Qiyou's residence is brightly lit. In the kitchen, ye Xinya stands by and looks at the soup which has been stuffy for more than two hours. She asks nervously, "is it ready?"

"Well! It's almost ready, ma'am The servant said with a smile.

Ye Xinya's mouth turned up with a faint look of joy. This is the soup made by the servants who went to the market to buy fresh bullwhip. At the same time, it is also specially for Dongfang Qiyou.

"Madam, don't tell the president when you drink, lest he doesn't like it." The servant warned.

"Well!" Ye Xinya nods, which is what she means.

At this time, the servant ah Hua came in and said, "Mr. President's car is back."

Ye Xinya pursed her lips and said to them, "take it to the table as usual for a while." With that, she went out to meet her.

Standing at the door, she saw a mature man stepping down from the car. Ye Xinya's eyes were full of love. She hugged him and said, "I'm back."