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He told people not to think too much, but his ears quietly turned red.

Sang Qingjiu looked at Zuo Ling'an, whose eyes were wandering from side to side, and couldn't help laughing.

"Why are you laughing?" Zuo Ling'an asked.

"No, I just want to thank the young master for giving me some advice."

"It's almost there."

Zuo Ling'an covered the box with his hand and walked upstairs with the box in his arms, "I'm tired and I'm going to rest."

He didn't give the idea for Sang Qingjiu's sake.

When he went shopping today, he saw those children who were clearly receiving elite education courses worth tens of millions of dollars, but in the end they could only lead a degenerate life like pirates, and he felt sympathy and sadness.

He was for those kids!

It has nothing to do with Sang Qingjiu!

Zuo Ling'an brainwashed himself in his mind, almost believing it as he talked.

Sang Qingjiu didn't bother to expose him.

However, Zuoling Anti's matter was indeed within Sang Qingjiu's consideration.

After all, it is indeed difficult to make any big progress just by doing this kind of illegal crime.

If the Galaxy Pirates want to go further, they can only clear their name first.

But because the foundation is not clean, it is easier to be connected with various black industries.

If it is neither black nor white, it will become a gray product.

This line... is much better than just black or white!

Sang Qingjiu thought about it in his mind, and a plan gradually took shape. Then he went upstairs to hug Zuo Ling and fall asleep again.

Zuo Ling'an slapped her hand away, "What are you doing? I won't get sick tonight."

"I just want to sleep with the young master in my arms."

"Humph, are you telling the truth now?"

"Who made the young master so delicate and soft that he feels comfortable to hold? I can't bear to let go of him once I hold him."

Sang Qingjiu smiled and put his hand up again.

Zuo Ling'an muttered a few words, then turned his back to Sang Qingjiu.

Sang Qingjiu moved her body to be close to him, put her hands on his waist, and gently slid her palms on his abdomen.

That feeling...can't be described in words.

Zuo Ling'an felt as if his whole body was itching, and he immediately warned: "Sang Qingjiu, I've already let you hug me, don't push yourself too far!"

"Row."

Sang Qingjiu agreed and did not move again.

Zuo Ling'an also slept peacefully.

On the other side, Feng Yue also fell into a deep sleep under the influence of alcohol.

When I woke up the next day, my mind felt refreshed.

He looked up at the time and saw that it was already half past ten. Zuo's morning meeting was over, and he didn't receive several calls from his assistant.

Feng Yue lowered his eyes and looked at the unread information on his optical brain, his eyes changing brightly and darkly.

After a while, he curled his lips.

"Ah~"

He got up from the bed, stretched out slowly, and felt an unprecedented sense of relief.

It was as if...the pressure that had been placed on him in the past completely disappeared at this moment.

A few minutes later, he stood in front of the mirror.

Looking at himself radiantly in the mirror, he knew that this would definitely not work, so he immediately put on some disguise on himself.

When he walked out of the room, he was full of decadence.

There was blackness under his eyes, and the redness in his eyes could not be concealed. He smelled of alcohol, and his walking pace was no longer as firm and steady as before.

It was as if...he had received a heavy blow.

The old housekeeper was a little puzzled when he saw him coming down like this.

"Master?"

The old housekeeper stepped forward and asked.

Feng Yue shook his head lightly, looked at him, and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

But before a word was uttered, tears already fell out.

This frightened the old housekeeper.

"Master, what's wrong with you? Do you need me to call a doctor to check you out?"

the old housekeeper asked eagerly.

Feng Yue grabbed his old and skinny hands and said, "Uncle Fu, Ling'an, he, he..."

Hearing that something happened to Zuo Ling'an, the old housekeeper's face suddenly turned pale, "What's wrong with the young master? Master, tell me quickly. Isn't the young master in the Galaxy Pirates?"

"Ling'an is dead. Sang Qingjiu killed him."

In just two words, the old housekeeper's mind went blank and he took two steps back.

"Impossible! Young Master, this..."

Faced with the old housekeeper's doubts, Feng Yue just smiled bitterly, and then showed the old housekeeper the photo of Zuo Ling'an's death that Sang Qingjiu had sent to him.

"Could this be fake?" the old housekeeper asked suspiciously.

"I have confirmed that the bullet passed through the brain and there is no possibility of survival."

The old housekeeper obviously still couldn't accept this and kept shaking his head.

"Last night, Sang Qingjiu said that he would send Ling'an back today. I was quite happy at that time."

Feng Yue continued.

He knew that the old housekeeper must have seen him drinking and dancing so happily last night.

He had to find an excuse to fool him.

Obviously, the old housekeeper believed it, and then asked: "Then what?"

"But then, she suddenly told me that Ling'an was dead. She said it was because someone attacked the Galaxy Pirates last night, and they were busy facing the enemy and failed to protect Ling'an."

"fart!"

The old butler was so angry that veins popped out on his forehead, "Who dares to attack the Galaxy Pirates now? They must have killed the young master in anger because they failed to seek money from him!"

"My poor young master!"

The old housekeeper was heartbroken.

The head of the family is the son of the young master.

It's good now. As soon as the master of the house walks away, the young master follows behind... It's all my fault that I didn't protect the young master well!

When the young master left the Central Star Territory, he promised to just go out and relax.

result……

The result was that he never came back!

The old housekeeper covered his heart with one hand, and tears fell instantly.

"Uncle Fu, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have let Ling'an go out. It's my fault that I failed to protect Ling'an."

Feng Yue's face was filled with self-blame.

He was so full of emotions that he could compete for this year's Star Award.

The old housekeeper looked at him and opened his mouth. He really wanted to blame him, but he couldn't say it.

Because he knew that it was Zuo Ling'an who first proposed to go out to relax.

only……

The old housekeeper fell down on the sofa. At that moment, he seemed as decadent as if he had lost his energy and spirit for decades.

"Uncle Fu, I'm going to the company first. Don't worry, I will find a way for Sang Qingjiu to send Ling'an's body back."

"Correct!"

The old housekeeper nodded, "Master, this matter depends on you. The body of the young master must be buried in the Zuo family."

"I will."

Feng Yue took a deep breath, wiped his face, got on the aircraft and turned around to leave.

He walked forward and backward, and the old housekeeper's expression darkened.

Obviously, Feng Yue had contact with Sang Qingjiu secretly.

This is very suspicious.

Now that the young master has died at the hands of Sang Qingjiu, it is difficult to guarantee that this has nothing to do with Feng Yue!

The old housekeeper's eyes were gloomy and he said silently: I hope it wasn't you who did it, otherwise I would have to clean up the house for the head of the house if I raised such a white-eyed wolf like you!

Also, the young master...is he really dead?