Kiss You, Sweetheart

S City, International Airport. A small private living room, low-key landing.

At the entrance of the VIP passage, there are three black rolls Royces. In the previous car, there was Ming Yanyao. The last one, with four bodyguards, was temporarily empty.

The three rolls Royces are in a hurry to make eye contact with each other. Even if the bodyguards sit in the car in a low-key way, they also dare not let the people passing by.

Ming Yankui's face in sunglasses, showing the usual cold look, thin lips, sexy light pursed, eyes slightly sideways, watching the VIP channel.

When he saw Ming Zongze and his party appear in the passage, Ming Yanyao opened the door and got off gracefully.

The four bodyguards in the latter car also got out of the car and stood in four directions. The cold faces in black show their mysterious identity.

Ming Zongze is a black suit with calm temperament and outstanding style. It's well maintained. It looks like it's only in its early 40s. It's much younger than the actual age. It's Square and heroic. When he was young, he was also a very handsome and beautiful man.

Ming Yankui saw his father, took off the black mirror, mouth slightly smile.

"Father." He bent slightly and gave a formal salute.

The four bodyguards behind Ming Zongze also saluted him. Because in the public court, he did not greet his second highness and revealed his identity.

Mingzongze face micro and, light nod: "get on the bus."

The driver stood aside and opened the door respectfully. Ming Zongze got into the car first, and then Ming Yanyao came in. The four bodyguards got into the last empty car.

Ming Zongze leaned back in his chair and extended his hand to Ming Yanyao: "let me have a look."

Knowing what he meant, Ming Yande took out a kraft paper bag from the bag on the back of his chair, took out the report and handed it to Ming Zongze.

Ming Zongze stared at the thin piece of paper with a calm expression. After a little hesitation, he reached out and took the report.

The paper, in his hand, trembled gently.

When he saw the result, his hand dropped down and he leaned back on the chair. His bright eyes were covered with warmth. Ming Zongze sighed and closed his eyes.

The car is galloping on the highway back to the city, with green scenery on both sides, constantly regressing.

Ming Yanyao is silent. His face is quiet. He touches the button and raises the block to isolate the sound.

"Dad, I'm sorry. I collected your hair and did this test. At that time, I didn't dare to tell you first, so as not to be an empty joy. "

Ming Zongze closed his eyes for a while, then opened his eyes. His mood had calmed down. He asked, "how do you suspect it's him?"

"Totem." Ming Yandan said, "he said he wore it since he was a child."

Ming Zongze's jaw was slightly tightened, and his eyes became pained by memories.

The totem is actually a gift for his wife, and few people know its meaning. The wife hung it around her son's neck in order to find him in the future.

At that time, he had just succeeded to the throne, and the political situation was turbulent. He was chased and killed, and finally escaped from death, stabilizing the situation.

But his wife died in the enemy's knife, the night of heavy rain, washed her cold body, the rain around her blood red.

Those people, in fact, do not want to kill her, but to destroy his roots and kill his son.