Chapter 641 Suddenly Don't Want to Let You Go

Chapter 641 Suddenly Don't Want to Let You Go

Shang Yu raised his eyelids, and the bottom of his eyes was full of dark tides, "Uncle Shen knew the inside story back then?"

Shen Xiangtang looked ahead melancholy, and murmured to himself, "I've only heard a little about it. The collapse of the Pamamu family was probably the result of the encirclement and suppression by several big families and external forces. It is said that the cause was Jing Yilan.

The reason why there are Jing Yilan's materials in the sixth game is that I met her by chance, and I included some of them by the way. If you are free, you can secretly check the old cases of Parma, maybe you will find something. "

...

In the living room, Shen Qingye was wearing a thin T-shirt and jeans, leaning lazily on the back of the chair, stroking the corners of his eyes with his fingers, "When are you going back to Nanyang?"

Li Qiao was pulled back from his thoughts by his question, and said nonchalantly, "Just a few days."

The matter in Ida State has almost been settled, and there is no need to stay any longer.

Shen Qingye's gaze paused, "Will you come again in the future?"

"It depends." Li Qiao's tone was flat.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and He Chen arrived late.

As soon as Bailu saw He Chen, he immediately became vigilant.

With He Chen's hands in his pockets and a windbreaker on his shoulders, the old god swept his right hand across the ground, "Look, I don't want my hands anymore."

Li Qiao and Shen Qingye cast their gazes at the same time, their expressions were indescribable.

If He Chen could be invited by Shen Xiangtang to this bungalow as a guest, then he should be one of his own.

But when Bai Luhui was caught in the casino and injured his right hand, this...

Li Qiao narrowed her eyes complicatedly, and He Chen caught her expression just in time, sat down as if no one else was there, shrugged his shoulders, pulled down the windbreaker from his shoulders with one hand and threw it on the armrest, "Where is Shaoyan?"

Li Qiao raised her head towards the restaurant, "It's inside."

He Chen made a gesture to get up, and then his eyes flashed, "Come with me, brother and sister."

Shen Qingye and Bai Lu exchanged glances, and then watched the two of them walk to the side hall next door.

At this time, He Chen walked to the tea table with ease, opened the cabinet above, took out a bottle of foreign wine, poured two glasses and passed them to Li Qiao.

This series of actions is enough to prove that it is not the first time he has come to the villa in the villa.

Li Qiao took the wine glass and took a sip, "Brother Chen, didn't you know Bailuhui before?"

He Chen leaned over and took out ice cubes from the small refrigerator, and threw two into the wine glass, "He has a great reputation, I've heard of it."

Li Qiao didn't answer, she rubbed her glass and looked at him calmly.

He Chen turned back and leaned against the tea table, raised his head and drank half a glass of wine, turned his head to look at Li Qiao, and said in a natural tone, "Even if you know each other, you will get hurt if you break my rules."

"I see." Li Qiao nodded with a faint smile. For a person like He Chen, you can't define him with ordinary people's thinking.

The two were silent for a moment, and after a rustling sound, He Chen took out his mobile phone from his pocket, put it in front of Li Qiao, and asked in a low voice, "Do you know each other?"

Li Qiao always felt that He Chen was a bit abnormal today, he was still frivolous, but there was a hint of sharpness hidden between his brows and eyes.

Just as she was thinking, she saw the photo on the phone screen, and Li Qiao frowned abruptly.

He Chen shook his wine glass and stuffed his phone back into his trouser pocket, "Looks like we know each other."

Li Qiao didn't hide anything, and watched his expression for a moment, "She is Yin Mo, the second child of the Seventh Son of the Frontier."

That photo was obviously taken at close range, it should be in the car, Yin Mo's cheeks were also strangely red, and his eyes were smoldering, showing undisguised anger.

Yin Mo, it really was her.

He Chen recited the name silently, his long and narrow eyes flashed an intriguing sneer, "Xiao Yehui's?"

Li Qiao asked without answering, "Where is she?"

He Chen's eyes fell on the wine glass, and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Red light district."

Originally, He Chen had no doubts about Yin Mo's identity.

The women in the red light district are not worthy of his attention.

Back to an hour ago, He Chen dragged Yin Mo into the Humvee on the side of the road.

Along the way, she almost fell down several times, but she held on to her breath and kept struggling in his hands.

He Chen pushed Yin Mo roughly into the back seat, followed him in and locked the car door.

He has never had a good temper with women.

If he is obedient, maybe he can even get some sympathy from him.

The more Yin Mo struggled, the less likely he would let her go.

Her figure and face are too appetizing.

He Chen got into the back seat, folded his legs and looked at the sweaty Yin Mo, squinted his eyes, and noticed her hanging right arm, "What injury did you get?"

In fact, Yin Mo didn't even have the strength to speak, dragging his right arm with his left hand, clenching his teeth, "Get lost."

"The bones are still hard."

As He Chen said that, he shot directly, tugging at her collar, and the bloody smell became stronger.

The bandage on her right arm was blood-stained, and the fabric was soaked.

With just one glance, He Chen had some guesses.

Ignoring Yin Mo's pain, he groped her arm twice, his thin lips curled up, "Gunshot wound!"

Women in red-light districts are worthless, and it is common for them to be disposed of if they offend their benefactors.

But the one in front of her, who was still able to move freely after being wounded by a gunshot, must either have extraordinary abilities, or...she has another identity.

After thinking about it for a while, He Chen grabbed her chin with his palm and probed deeply, "Aren't you from the red light district?"

Yin Mo stubbornly raised her head back, trying to escape from his grasp.

However, no matter how spacious the carriage was, the space was limited. As she struggled harder, the passport she had hidden in her bra just fell out.

He Chen picked it up unpreparedly and took a look, his eyes instantly became unfathomable.

British Emperor's people.

And the name He Chen on her passport is very familiar.

In the suite not long ago, the words Shaoyan asked Meng Jun still lingered in his ears.

——Yin Mo let go?

He Chen can become Black Eagle's military advisor, so his mind is naturally active.

He pondered for a few seconds, cleared his mind and threw the passport on Yin Mo's lap, "I underestimated you."

Since she is not a woman in the red-light district, then...

He Chen smiled evilly, and what he said next made Yin Mo embarrassed and helpless, "Get it out for brother, and brother will let you go, otherwise..."

His words were full of threats and frivolity, and even at the moment when he learned of her identity, he showed a bit of deliberate difficulty.

Adult men and women, in the red light district, there is nothing wrong with it.

It is also true that there are very few women who have a strong interest in him just by looking at them.

Furthermore, He Chen didn't think about who the British Emperor's people were related to in Ida State.

This kind of insult was worse than Xiao Yehui's years of suppression and criticism.

Yin Mo was short of breath, and could do nothing but convey his emotions with his eyes.

He Chen spread his arms across the back of the chair, raised his head and sighed in a satisfied voice, "Yin Mo, right? I suddenly don't want to let you go. What do you think should I do?"