Dressed like a real daughter, she leads a billionaire CEO to abuse a wealthy family

The mental fluctuations in the yard were extremely strong, and the source came from behind the closed door.

"Are you okay?" Xiao Yunting half-hugged Ye Lan and asked in a deep voice, looking at her eyebrows that were obviously furrowed due to discomfort.

There was a lot of worry in his voice.

Ye Lan knew that he had been stimulated by drugs and was immune to mental power, but the thing inside the door was so powerful that it could make her feel painful, which made her even more curious.

In the great war between China and the West hundreds of years ago, Gu Ou tried his best to get no advantage from the ancient warriors. But now, only a hundred years later, his strength is already so strong?

"It's okay, let's go."

She calmed down and ignored the pain that felt like pins and needles coming from her temple.

By the time she walked through the garden and arrived at the gate, she had re-adapted to the high-intensity mental oppression. Her numbed nerves had regained consciousness and her movements had returned to freedom.

"It's really amazing." She looked down at her palms, clenched her fists, and then reached out to open the door.

At this moment, the door automatically opened to both sides, and melodious classical music came from it.

Ye Lan raised his eyebrows, with a hint of interest in his eyes. After retracting his hand, he calmly stepped in, not being frightened by the sudden scene.

The interior decoration of the castle also inherits the European style. The colorful stained glass windows cast a layer of hazy moonlight in the dark night, reflecting the interior murals vividly.

"It records the war in which the angel Lucifer fell into the world and became a black angel." Xiao Yunting is familiar with European history and knows the story at a glance. "In the end, Lucifer captured heaven and became the main god."

The ending was also tampered with.

Although Ye Lan is not interested in Western culture, he still heard this story and became interested in the special modification and processing of the murals. "It seems that the owner here does not believe in God."

At least not a devout Christian.

As soon as they finished speaking, the lights in the dome suddenly turned on. The high hanging Van Gogh painted ceiling made people feel like they were in heaven, and a huge oil painting hung on the wall in the middle of the stairs in front of them.

The portrait shows a dancing girl, with a tutu that outlines her slender waist, slender curves, and a particularly beautiful Western face.

It's just a simple outfit, but it dazzles on the stage, like an angel.

"Selufa." Ye Lan read out the name of the payee in the lower right corner in fluent French.

This is one of the most famous contemporary painters in France. A painting can cost tens of millions of dollars, and it is priceless in the market.

Ye Lan was once invited to a painting exhibition and recognized that this painting was an authentic work and had never been seen before.

Such a luxurious and exquisite castle was built in a no-man's land, and paintings by famous artists of the day were hung. The identity of the owner behind it aroused Ye Lan's strong curiosity, and he was about to go up the stairs.

But as soon as she moved, she was held by a big hand.

"Huh?" When she looked back, she realized that Xiao Yunting's face beside her was extremely ugly. She was puzzled, "What's wrong?"

They have come this far, there is no reason for them to back down.

However, Xiao Yunting did not move, his eyes were fixed on the painting, and his tone was difficult, and he said word by word: "Don't, go."

Ye Lan immediately stood still and chose to trust him unconditionally.

"Do you need to leave immediately?"

Xiao Yunting's thin lips tightened into a straight line, and he only responded with a deep voice, "Yes."

Hearing this, Ye Lan nodded slightly, "Okay."

He immediately turned around and led him out without hesitation, without even asking for a reason.

But before he took two steps, there was applause behind him.

clap clap.

The sound came from the top to the bottom of the second floor, accompanied by the crisp sound of high heels hitting the ground, like some kind of elegant and calm tune.

The two of them turned around together and saw a fiery red graceful figure walking down the stairs from one side.

The woman's long wavy blond hair is as smooth as satin, covering her slender arms, making her skin tone even whiter and more delicate. She wears a close-fitting red fishtail skirt that moves with her steps, and the hem of the skirt swirls like petals. , immediately reminds people of the roses in the yard.

When she walked to the atrium and turned around to look at them, Ye Lan realized that she was the woman in the huge portrait behind her.

No, she looks more beautiful and more delicate than the oil paintings of European famous artists.

The high nose bridge and deep eye sockets that are unique to Europe, coupled with the soft facial lines of the East, age has not brought any vicissitudes to her, only adding a mature charm.

"Yunting." The woman said with a slight smile, but she said to Xiao Yunting in a friendly tone: "Why are you still like when you were a child, running away when you see me?"

Her Chinese is unexpectedly fluent and standard, with an imperial tone.

Ye Lan felt that the man beside him clenched his hand in an instant, with such force that he could hardly restrain his strength.

Immediately afterwards, she heard Xiao Yunting's cold voice utter two words.

"Mother."

Mother? !

This result was really beyond Ye Lan's expectation. Although Xiao Yunting's facial features were indeed three-dimensional and deep, with vague features of mixed race, there was no similarity in appearance to the woman on the stairs.

"We haven't seen each other for so many years. You have grown up, but you are becoming more and more like a member of the Xiao family, and you look less lovable." The woman sighed, as if the change in her son's appearance was not as important as the years of separation.

And the disgust in his tone was undisguised.

Ye Lan had seen Xiao Yunting's information before.

The Xiao family has a romantic nature, and the old man of the Xiao family has always controlled the position of the head of the family. It is not until his grandsons have grown up that he can choose the heir directly over his mediocre sons.

Xiao Yunting is just one of the grandsons of the old man who is not taken seriously.

Because he is an illegitimate child.

It is said that the third master of the Xiao family was looking for someone to take charge of her after a night of flirting with women in a bar. After Xiao Yunting was born, the woman disappeared, and it was most likely that she was disposed of by Mrs. Xiao.

It now appears that this part of the background information has been modified.

The leader is undoubtedly Xiao Yunting, who controls the world's largest information network.

He hid his life experience, and even more so, concealed the existence of his biological mother.

But soon, Xiao Yunting's words surprised Ye Lan again.

"Why didn't you die?"

This is not a curse or resentment, but a real question.

The woman was not angry, nodded and said with a smile: "Indeed, in your memory, I am indeed dead. But things like memory have always been unreliable."

Her words coincided with Ye Lan's suspicion on the shore.

At this time, Ye Lan's eyes also turned cold.

"What did you do to him?" She frowned and looked at the woman in the atrium. The pressure of the superior person spread faintly, actually overwhelming her.

The woman was a little surprised, then overjoyed, and said with satisfaction: "He is indeed my son. The girlfriend he has found is also one of the best among people. He is the leader of Xuanzong's new generation. He is indeed extraordinary. Yun Ting, you have brought a good gift to my mother." Experimental product."

After saying the last words, Xiao Yunting grabbed Ye Lan and hid him behind him. His stiff limbs seemed to have some kind of stress reaction, but the steps in front of Ye Lan were unwavering.

"I won't let you touch her."