Chapter 1218: Shocking Change (4)

Everyone knew Mu Jinchen's personality. They didn't plan to toast, and didn't dare to do so. Now that he took the initiative to toast, they naturally appreciated his kindness and took up their glasses to drink with him.

Seeing this, Xiao Zhiyuan, who was standing by, also stood up. There was a trace of uneasiness on his gentle and indifferent face, "I'll go out with you."

Mu Jinchen glanced at the guests inadvertently, and his deep eyes condensed, "Stay here to greet the guests. We'll be back soon."

After saying this, he took Wushuang's hand and walked out regardless of whether he agreed or not.

Jing Beitang and Mu Zhilan followed closely behind.

The newlyweds in brocade and gorgeous clothes strolled leisurely in the garden, and the guests thought they were really going to meet some important guests.

After the four of them came out, Qi Dong closed the door of the banquet hall, isolating the curiosity of the guests inside the door.

At noon on the Mid-Autumn Festival, the scorching sun hung high in the distant sky, and an extremely noble helicopter landed in an open space not far away.

The pre-placed bodyguards rushed out from all directions and surrounded the helicopter.

Mu Jinchen half-squinted his eyes and stared at the people getting off the plane. When the dark and thin familiar face just got off the plane, he tightened his grip on Wushuang's little hand, and there was a little more danger in his deep eyes.

After Cheng Lang came out, he was followed by a tall, gorgeously dressed, somewhat indifferent, and extremely noble man.

The bodyguards moved quickly to block them, and the several armed followers who followed the noble man immediately took out their guns and pointed them at the bodyguards who were blocking the way.

Qi Dong was a little embarrassed and turned back to wait for Mu Jinchen's instructions.

Mu Jinchen made a gesture, and Qi Dong made a gesture to the bodyguards to disperse.

The well-trained bodyguards immediately made way for the two to pass.

Mu Jinchen was keenly aware that there were at least three snipers ambushing at the helicopter hatch.

This posture was obviously well prepared, and the comers were not friendly.

The noble man saw this, his cold pupils shrank, and at the same time he made a gesture, and the entourage took back the gun.

When the man came closer, everyone saw his appearance clearly.

He was about fifty years old, with his hands behind his back. His face, which looked like an oriental man, was unusually handsome. His eyes were deep and narrow, and there was a kind of coldness in his eyes that looked down on all living things, and also a domineering attitude that no one else could do it.

The man's eyes were always locked on Mu Zhilan, as if he was expected and unbelievable. His face was very complicated, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

When Mu Zhilan saw the man, he had already covered his mouth and nose with both hands, and then stretched one hand in front of his chest that kept rising and falling, tightly holding his collar.

It seemed a little difficult to breathe.

Wushuang noticed her abnormality, and quickly let go of Mu Jinchen's hand and went to support her, asking softly, "Mom, are you okay?"

Mu Zhilan closed her eyes. The sun's rays made her dizzy, and she seemed to be unable to stand steadily.

Mu Jinchen also noticed her abnormality and quickly walked to her other side to support her, "Is there anything wrong?"

The deep and mellow voice seemed to wake Mu Zhilan up from her loss of composure. She held Mu Jinchen's hand tightly, and her voice was hoarse and choked, "Chen'er, he is..."