Traps Of Love

Thanks to Li Yunze's well-trained and strong psychological quality, he still stubbornly pulled the message to the end, only to see another line, "forward this to Leng Zetian."

Forward those three words to Leng Zetian!

Li Yunze's calm face suddenly turned green again, lying in the trough! Super pervert!

Send a head!

Li Yunze did not hesitate to click delete.

However, looking at the blank screen of his mobile phone, Li Yunze felt that something was wrong with it for a moment -

he frowned and couldn't figure out his joints, but in his mind, he could not help but come up with the confession of Huo Kai's son-of-a-bitch who didn't want to beat him in the face and was affectionate.

I'll go! Liyunze immediately evil cold pull black huokai, the mobile phone toward the pocket, to complete the cold Zetian taught him the task of investigation.

In Wanfu garden, all the secret monitors they had installed before were removed. Therefore, Li Yunze must know the first-hand situation of Wanfu garden in the shortest time, in case he is not at a disadvantage.

Especially Qu Feng and Qu Rui, the two killers, are still lurking in Wanfu garden, just like two time bombs buried near lengshao.

These two hidden troubles must be found and removed as soon as possible!

Li Yunze's eyes were awe inspiring. He walked out of the rockery calmly and steadily, and continued to search the remaining one-third yard of Wanfu garden.

In the living room, Leng Yucheng had fallen asleep, breathing carefully and steadily. It seemed that with a little wind and grass, he would jump up immediately.

Lengze's eyes were shining, and he scanned the furnishings of the house. He found that after so many years, the interior decoration of Wanfu garden had not changed much. The mahogany tea table in the middle of the room, the unknown antique paintings on the wall, the clock on the floor, and so on, didn't even move.

If we have to find out the change, then the only change is time.

Leng Zetian's deep ink blue eyes passed the indifferent mood. Looking at Leng Yucheng's face, which was still cool even when he was asleep, his eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

When he was young, the tall and evil man, I do not know when, has become hale and thin, even the pair of fox eyes that make him most afraid, now also become turbid, and there are dense wrinkles.

People will grow old after all.

Leng Zetian's heart is moving and his eyes are deeper. Therefore, in recent years, Leng Yucheng's crazy control over him is also for this reason.

The more afraid a person is of losing, the more he will try to hold on to what he has.

Suddenly, at this time, Leng Yucheng's lips moved for a while, and the narrow Fox's eyes slowly opened a slit, "Zetian, you've seen it for so long, do you see your father I'm old?"

Leng Zetian looks away without expression and ignores his words. Playing the family card?! It's not the right move for their father and son.

It's hypocritical.

Leng Yucheng went on to say that his thin face showed a kind of loneliness of vicissitudes, "I am really old, and I will die one day. Zetian, will you be happy when I die? Glad you're free at last? "

Leng Zetian's heart is sneering. If someone said that, maybe he would be touched. But if it was the old fox, he would only think about what his purpose was.

His thin lips raised a cold radian, and he looked at him with an eyebrow. "Old fox, it's really useless for you to look so hypocritical and conscientious. If you really want to repair our relationship, the first thing is to let mom go, and the second thing is to transfer all the cold family property to me. "

"Can you do it?"