Traps Of Love

Suddenly, MI Xiaoya suddenly raised her head, a pair of bright eyes in a wise light bloom, "aze, military professional resources company or mercenary, is there only one thing you value most?"

"Money Cold weather.

"Money Mi Xiaoya.

Two people coincidentally answer, and look at each other a smile.

"Aze, I feel like I've come up with something." Mi Xiaoya serious smile, a kind of stubborn courage, "let me try."

Leng Zetian looks at her curiously, "what can I do?"

"Money." Mi Xiaoya replied mysteriously, "although I don't know if it can work, you are waiting for my news here."

At the end of the speech, she stood up and walked quickly towards the study.

“……” Leng Zetian's huaileidun time is empty, some not used to frown.

He wants to tell Mi Xiaoya that whether she can help or not, her coming back is the biggest support for him.

At this time, the door suddenly came a light cough of housekeeper Chen.

Leng Zetian asked, "what's the matter?"

Housekeeper Chen replied with some embarrassment, "young master, you may have to answer a phone call in person."

Leng Zetian frowned and had a premonition that something was wrong. "Who called?"

"It's Madame." Housekeeper Chen's voice trembled with worry.

Leng Zetian suddenly stood up from the sofa, his face cold Su, cold eyes suddenly sharp incomparable, "when things?"

"I called once ten minutes ago and said it was madam. I didn't believe it. I asked one more question and the phone was hung up. I didn't know it was true until the call came back and I heard my wife crying out the name of the young master, "explained housekeeper Chen nervously.

Leng Zetian was so angry that he didn't ask much. Instead, he quickly stepped forward and grabbed the phone.

"Aze, where are you? My mother missed you so much -- "there was a cry of despair from the other end of the phone. It was sad and worried. I couldn't bear to continue to listen to it.

However, Leng Zetian did not utter a word. Instead, he clenched the microphone and listened quietly.

Even if his heart was torn to death by the first tearing heart and lungs of wailing, he could not give any response.

Because he knew that in the bottom of Wen Jingchu's heart, her child was still the seven-year-old boy, and his voice was too much like Leng Yucheng when he was young

Bear, can only do their best to bite hard support!

Despite the overwhelming hatred, almost all Leng Zetian's reason was swallowed up, and he couldn't make a sound!

He understood that the real intention behind the call was to torture him, tear him apart and destroy him!

Housekeeper Chen is heartbroken. He knows too much about the impact of this call on Leng Zetian.

But he couldn't do anything to help him. He could only watch the blood color on the young master's face dissipate quickly, and his face turned pale because of hatred.

The desperate struggle was so painful that even the outsider felt suffocated.

The room suddenly seems to have become an invisible hell, suddenly dragging people into the abyss, and the air seems to be filled with invisible blood at this moment.

The crying in the microphone, but without mercy, continues to beat Leng Zetian's heart.

At the beginning of Wen Jing's crying, it was more frightening than what people saw with their own eyes.

"Child, my child, please give my child back to me. I'll give you what you want!"

"As long as I can see Azar again, you can kill me! Please, let me see him one last time! "

At the beginning of Wen Jing's crying, his voice broke. His hoarse and withered voice was like a leaky drum, more like the last struggle of a dying desperate man.

Leng Zetian's knuckles are white, a pair of deep eyes quickly congested, the whole body of the spread of killing!

There was a pungent smell in his throat, which went straight to his mouth and nose. He endured all his indignation and never made a sound.

Even if he wants to tell Wen Jingchu that he is her own son whom she has been looking for for for many years, even if she wants to kill Leng Yucheng and avenge her now, even if he can't listen to it for another second

However, the remaining line of reason, let Leng Zetian body like pine bamboo general standing still, he silently bear everything, and remember all the pain and despair at the moment.

He knows that this is Leng Yucheng's "warning" to him, and the best way to deal with the "warning" is not collapse and anger, but a head-on attack!

"Young master --" housekeeper Chen widened his eyes and saw Leng Zetian's mouth bleeding out, but he stood still in the distance.

On the stairs, MI Xiaoya rushed out with a stack of information, just saw this scene, a heart suddenly sank, "what happened? Who's calling? "

When housekeeper Chen saw Mi Xiaoya coming, he held back his sour mood and said in a hoarse voice, "it's his wife who called, young master he --"Mi Xiaoya immediately understands the reason of the matter, a heart seems to be crushed by something, and quickly walks to lengzetian.

She remembers what happened in the sanatorium and what housekeeper Chen told Bai Liusu from the intercom.

Leng Yucheng in order to warn Leng Zetian not to continue to do against him, even in front of wenjingchu, bloody washed the sanatorium.

Wen Jingchu was already crazy. It can be imagined that she would be greatly stimulated when she saw the familiar people being slaughtered again!

At this time, Wen Jingchu called again. It must be Leng Yucheng's meaning. So the content of the phone call must be full of despair and panic -

Mi Xiaoya's breath was rapid and her face was the same pale. She quickly hugged lengzetian from behind.

"Aze, I'm here, I'm here -" she hugged his stiff body tightly and felt that there was no temperature cold on him. Her heart was so hard that she couldn't breathe.

Leng Zetian did not speak, but made a silence.

At this time, any sound, will disturb the opposite wenjingchu, make her completely collapse.

Mi Xiaoya's eyes overflow a circle of water mist, she nodded hard, tears rolled down.

She can't imagine how much pain and suffering Leng Zetian had to endure before he could make no sound.

It's hard to be heartbroken -

it's so hard -

on the phone, Wen Jingchu's hoarse cry continues, and Leng Zetian's face is as white as blood.

Mi Xiaoya can't listen any more. She doesn't want to see Leng Zetian continue to bear the torture that he shouldn't bear.

"Aze, I'm sorry." She said.

After that, she grabbed the phone and said firmly, "Jingchu, I'm your white sister. I found aze