My Fiancee is a Cold CEO

Ye Chen's face changed slightly when he heard the words.

When he reached the position of Mr. Ye, if he moved casually, the entire Yanjing City would tremble.

Unless something big happens, the old man rarely goes to Longquan Mountain.

Although the old man used to be outstanding, but after all, it was before. Now that people have retired, this face is used once and once less.

Unexpectedly, for this matter, the old man would have achieved this level.

"Grandpa, this matter has nothing to do with you, you don't have to go down the mountain."

Ye Chen shook his head and said.

"You are the grandson of my Ye Weiguo. How can you do that? This matter is not easy. I need to have a good talk with that one."

Elder Ye said with a smile.

Now that Father Ye had decided, Ye Chen couldn't say anything.

After talking for more than half an hour, Father Ye returned to the house with the support of Ye Chen and Su Xiyue.

At this time, in a villa of Yanjing, No.9 and Yang Lingfeng were sitting in the living room.

"So many of you have failed to chase Ye Chen and two ordinary women?"

Yang Lingfeng said with a dissatisfied expression: "You are the number one killer organization in the world, so you have so little strength?"

"I advise you not to provoke me, otherwise the consequences will be serious."

An icy color flashed in No. 9's eyes, and he looked straight at Yang Lingfeng.

"On the 9th, you missed a very precious opportunity."

Yang Lingfeng ignored the threat of No. 9 and said faintly: "Now Dragon Soul is searching for your traces throughout China. You are in a very dangerous situation now."

"Don't worry, as long as I don't make a move, the people of the Dragon Soul cannot catch me."

Number 9 said indifferently: "There was a little accident in this mission. It is absolutely impossible for Ye Chen to slip away next time. We are now grasshoppers on a rope. You should have confidence in our cooperation. That's right."

"I hope it's the best way."

Yang Lingfeng stared at Number Nine closely, and said with a serious face: "There is not much time left for you. Dragon Soul will definitely check your tracks in Yanjing. If I'm finished, I promise you guys. The world will definitely disappear completely in China."

A piercing cold light flashed in No.9's eyes, a trace of turbulent killing intent, vented towards Yang Lingfeng.

Yang Lingfeng sipped the red wine in his hand, his expression extremely indifferent.

No.9 took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart forcibly, and said with a smile: "Ye Chen will definitely not live long, and we will realize what you want."

"Then I await your good news."

Yang Lingfeng put it on the glass table, and then left with a smile.

After Yang Lingfeng left, the body of No. 9 exuded a horrible aura, and the glass table in front of him smashed into pieces of glass slag.

No.9 took a deep breath, turned around and entered the bedroom upstairs, then turned on the computer and entered the human world web page.

Soon, a person wrapped in a black robe appeared on the screen.

"Nine, how did things get done?"

The third voice said hoarsely.

"Number three, it failed."

Number Nine said in a deep voice.

"You have the Blade of Killing God in your hand, and Hades soon inherited the throne of Hades, how could it fail."

No. 3 frowned and said with a serious face.

"The Blade of God Killing is fake and has been destroyed."

On the 9th, 15th and 10th, they told the 3rd what happened.

"What? God Killing Blade turned out to be fake?"

A gleam of light flashed in No. 3's eyes, and his voice rose slightly.

"The Blade of God Killing is one thing, I will contact No. 1 and ask what is going on."

No. 3 said in a deep voice: "You will be lurking in Yanjing during this period, so please don't act without permission, so as not to startle the snake."

"I know."

No. 9 nodded, then turned off the webpage, and after clearing the traces of the Internet, he left the room.

Early the next morning, Ye Chen played a set of boxing techniques in the yard. After breakfast, he left Longquan Mountain by car and drove towards Huichunzhai.

Ye Chen was quite concerned about the annual TCM exchange conference.

With so many hermit families and schools of traditional Chinese medicine, if you miss today, I am afraid it will be difficult to meet again.

When Ye Chen arrived at Huichunzhai, Shi Heyang waited at the door early.

"Ye Chen, you are finally here, grandpa has been waiting for you for a long time."

Shi Heyang saw Ye Chen's figure and said with a smile.

"Didn't it mean that the exchange conference started at nine o'clock?"

Ye Chen looked at the time, and it was just over eight o'clock.

"The exchange meeting did start at nine o'clock, but the ghost doctor sent disciples early to take us to the venue."

Shi Heyang said helplessly.

"Why did the ghost doctors send disciples to pick us up?"

Ye Chen stunned, and asked with a look of surprise.

"The place of the TCM Exchange Conference is different every year. This year it is the turn of the Ghost Doctor to arrange the venue, so the venue for this exchange conference is inside the Ghost Doctor."

Shi Heyang explained as he walked: "The place of the Ghost Doctor is a bit remote. If there are no disciples of the Ghost Doctor to lead the way, most people can't find a place at all. It should have been the predecessor of Guiguzi who came here, but if something happens, he will send a disciple of the Ghost Doctor. come."

"It turned out to be so."

Ye Chen nodded, his eyes filled with sudden realization.

"Grandpa is in the VIP room now, let's go first."

Shi Heyang raised his hand and brought Ye Chen to the VIP room.

"Mr. Shi, I don't know when that Ye Chen will come?"

As soon as Ye Chen walked to the door, he heard a flat voice coming from the house.

"Look at the time, it should be almost the same."

Shi Chunsheng said with a smile.

"This medically obsessed disciple is big enough to make Mr. Shi and us wait here for so long."

Another disciple of the ghost doctor snorted coldly: "The medical idiot has not been in the world for so many years, and I just don't know what kind of ability this medical idiot has."

"Junior brother, say a few words less."

An older man next to him frowned and whispered.

Ye Chen frowned outside the door, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and then opened the door and walked in.

At this time, Shi Chunsheng was sitting on the main seat of the VIP room. In the first two seats, two men in traditional robes were sitting. There was a simple gossip pattern on the robes.

Obviously, these two people are the two disciples of Guiyimen.

"Ye Chen, you are here."

Shi Chunsheng said with a smile.

"Master Shi, sorry to keep you waiting for a long time."

Ye Chen raised his hand and said with a smile.

Shi Chunsheng hadn't spoken yet, a man sitting next to Ye Chen glanced at Ye Chen, a look of disdain flashed in his eyes, and he said proudly: "Are you that kind of medically obsessed disciple? , It’s not a counterfeit."

As soon as the voice fell, the atmosphere in the VIP room suddenly became serious.