Marriage at first thought: the black-bellied president is super painful

Mu Ying said: "Actually, the young master already has the answer in his heart, so there is no need to ask Ah Ying."

Chu Lingfeng sighed, yes, he has indeed made up his mind, and the hesitation at this time is just emotional inseparability.

A Mang is like his left and right hands, driving away A Mang is like cutting off a hand.

Emotionally, he is also reluctant.

But Qiao Mang would definitely harm Xiao Jiu, and Chu Lingfeng couldn't allow that to happen.

"Arrange according to the original plan. I won't see him, you can arrange it."

"Okay, sir."

After Mu Ying finished speaking, she glanced at his hand, took out a wet wipe from her pocket, tore open the package, picked up his hand, and carefully wiped his hand that was pulled by Fang Yating.Fang Yating's tears were on the back of her hand, and there was also a small amount of makeup rubbed on it.

Chu Lingfeng looked down at her, and wanted to pull out his hand, but was pulled away by Mu Ying again. She lowered her head and said stubbornly, "Master, let Ah Ying finish wiping."

Chen Lingfeng's cold eyes softened a little.

He knew that Mu Ying was telling him that no matter what happened, she was by his side.

Her stubbornness gave Chu Lingfeng a little bit of comfort suddenly.

"Thank you, Ying."

Mu Ying paused, did not look up at him, but her eyes were red.

"Clean it up. If the young master is okay, Ah Ying will go out first."

"it is good."

When Mu Ying walked to the door, Chu Lingfeng added, "Move back to the villa tonight, it's still not safe for you to live outside by yourself, and my uncle and uncle also hate you to the bone, so I won't let you go .”

Mu Ying used to be his personal nurse and lived in his villa. At that time, he always pretended to be a patient in order to let his uncle and uncle relax their vigilance.

Later, when he regained the group, he didn't need to pretend anymore, so Mu Ying moved out.

But Mu Ying used to be the internal agent sent to him by his uncle and uncle. Although Mu Ying was his person from the beginning, from the perspective of uncle and uncle, Mu Ying tricked them, betrayed them, and indirectly caused their failure , so it is certain that she wants to take revenge on Mu Ying.

Even though Mu Ying has a certain ability to protect herself, Chu Lingfeng is still not at ease.

After Mu Ying finished listening, she stared at him blankly, her eyes flickering.

"Difficulties?"

"No, there is no difficulty," Mu Ying lowered her eyes, "Ah Ying listens to the young master."

"Go."

Mu Ying nodded and left the president's office.

After walking out the door, the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

In the evening of that day, the company's employees got off work one after another, and Chu Lingfeng hadn't left yet. He sat down by the sofa and poured himself a glass of wine.

Only a row of small spotlights were turned on in the office, the lights were dim, and his mood was also gloomy.

Thinking about the phone call in the afternoon, he picked up his glass and was about to drink when someone knocked on the door.

"Enter."

Qiao Mang walked in, travel-stained, with a luggage bag on his back, obviously going on a long journey.

He looked away from Qiao Mang, looked at the wine in his glass, "Haven't you gone to the airport yet?"

"It's not time yet, I want to say hello to the young master, and I have something to say."

"sit down."

Qiao Mang came to him, first put a photo on the coffee table in front of him, and then sat on the sofa next to him.

Chu Lingfeng glanced at the photo. It showed a woman lying in a pool of blood. The blood in her body might have been exhausted, making her face so pale that it seemed to have become transparent.

Chu Lingfeng looked away, took a glass for Qiao Mang, poured a glass of wine, and handed it over.

"Today, you are not my subordinate, but my brother."

Chu Lingfeng clinked glasses with him.

Qiao Mang didn't drink, he said anxiously: "Master, Fang Yating's death is just a warning, don't you understand?"

Chu Lingfeng glanced at the photo again.

Yes, the dead woman in the photo was Fang Yating.