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A light sentence attracted the attention of everyone in the room.

I saw a young man standing at the door, his overly delicate face was set off against a paper-pale complexion, and his slender body looked frail.This person is not so much a parent, but more like the one who was beaten.

He spoke again, and the gentle voice like a spring breeze passed into everyone's ears, but it sounded like thunder.

"I'm sorry I'm late, I just got off the plane. Hello everyone, I'm Qian Shucheng's guardian."

"No, you sit down and rest for a while. The journey was quite hard." The principal was the first to respond with a smile.

"Uncle Zhu, you're welcome. During this period of time, I need you to take care of me." Murong Ling nodded, looking at Qian Shucheng who was stunned there, and sighed secretly in his heart.

"Well, Shucheng is quite obedient." The headmaster watched Murong Ling walk towards Qian Shucheng, boasting with a red face.

As soon as these words came out, the corners of the mouths of the entire conference room really twitched.good?If you're good, so many important people who are busy with daily affairs will sit here?Will this scene still appear?

"Why is chief Meng here?" Murong Ling stopped when he passed by Meng Yuzhao.

"Don't say a word when you come back." Meng Yuzhao lowered his voice and whispered in the young man's ear. "Let's talk another day when we have time."

Murong Ling nodded and walked to Qian Shucheng's side.

"Mr. Murong, this is..." Cheng Shangru was finally able to interrupt, and hurriedly asked.

"I am Qian Shucheng's guardian." Murong Ling leaned back in the chair.

Cheng Shangru didn't know if he was too excited, but Murong Ling introduced himself just now.

"Guardian? I've never heard of Qian Shucheng having a guardian like you. You must be a hired actor." Cheng Yu obviously didn't understand the current situation, and mocked with his mouth curled up.

"Nonsense, why are adults talking and children interrupting." Afraid that Cheng Yu would say something more serious, Cheng Shangru hurriedly interrupted him, offending this person in front of so many people, their whole family would be ruined! "Mr. Murong, don't take it to heart."

"Mr. Cheng should let go of his hand appropriately and let your son practice more, and only after some setbacks can he understand the truth that disaster comes from his mouth." Cheng Shangru's hairs stood on end when he heard the voice that was clearly unchanged, and he quickly said yes.

Murong Ling was too young to join the society. When ordinary children were chasing stars in the ivory tower, he was already struggling in the hail of bullets.After so many years of accumulation, no matter whether the reputation is good or bad, there are countless rumors.For example, he owns the world's top intelligence organization - Tomb, and the people under him are spread all over the world. Those who offended him may have reported to Hades without even knowing how they died.Another example is that he is also in the mercenary business, and he is very casual in taking orders.It’s okay to do business properly, but to do it illegally; if the police can’t do it, it’s okay to come and ask for help, if the underworld has trouble, it’s okay to come and ask for help;This also makes Murong Ling a person who is very jealous of both black and white and does not like to be seen very much. A friend who was fighting side by side in the last mission may become an enemy in the next mission. No one will be soft. see you.

The foundation of the Murong family is the "tomb", and the "tomb" is an organization accumulated over several generations.It's just that in Murong Ling's generation, he is the only one left in the Murong family.

Murong's entire family was murdered. At that time, Murong's house caught fire.It is rumored that a few unknown people sneaked into Murong's house that day, killed everyone they saw, poured gasoline on everything they passed, and dyed half of the sky red with a fire. The country dispatched a company of people to suppress the fire.In the end, everything within a radius of five miles around the main house was burned to black ashes, that is to say, the area where Murong's family was located was completely burned, and there was no one alive in the whole house, and there were not a single bit of information and documents left. 'Also because of that incident, I was hit hard and almost disappeared.

Murong Ling, who was only 14 years old at the time, was studying abroad alone, and at the same time his old house was attacked, he was chased and killed by three waves of people.Up to now, no one knows how he survived the wave after wave of desperation at such a young age, and how he returned to China to revive the "tomb". People only know how terrible the "tomb" is now More than ever before.

The Murong family has no elders or juniors now, and if it wasn't for something, it would be very difficult to meet the deity, not to mention that it would be difficult to connect the frightening Murong Ling in the legend with this sickly young man in front of him. .If Cheng Shangru hadn't had business dealings with Murong Ling before, it would be hard to believe that this is a person.However, what is the relationship between Qian Shucheng and Murong Ling who don't care all day long? Cheng Shangru really has a headache now.

Murong Ling saw that everyone present was suddenly pretending to be dumb, completely different from what he heard at the door before, and put his hand on the table and tapped lightly.

"What did you say just now? Everyone can continue. I just came back, and I don't know the specific situation very well. It's just that I can learn about our Xiaocheng's school situation through everyone." After sweeping his eyes lightly at everyone present, he continued, " But everyone, please remember that you can eat indiscriminately, but you can’t talk indiscriminately. Especially remember that all the people present are big and famous people, and they must be held accountable for what they say.”

Meng Junchen secretly poked Qian Shucheng, whose face was always dark, "Brother, you..."

"Shut up." Qian Shucheng squeezed out three words between his teeth.Now he feels like he is on fire, and his buttocks seem to be covered with thorns, so he can't sit still. It's completely different from when he was sitting on a seat watching a monkey show.If this occasion wasn't really inappropriate, Qian Shucheng would have rushed up the moment Murong Ling entered.

But rushed up, and then what?

"Since you don't want to talk about it, let's take a look at this first. Before I came here, a friend gave it to me and said it was an interesting thing. Let me share it with you."

Murong Ling took out a USB flash drive from his pocket and put it on the table.

It's a few surveillance images.

"I said, Fengzi, hurry up, if you don't get it done, we won't be able to fight that mad dog Qian Shucheng when he comes out."

"Immediately. You go and hide the car keys first. I have the last tire left here."

"to make."

The screen turns.

After Qian Shucheng and Meng Junchen took a picture with the flashlight on their mobile phones, they probably saw the tools and car keys in the car next to them, and smashed the glass of a car with the baseball bat in their hands.

The person in the video was the one who was the first to say that he was beaten again despite the smashed car.After that, it included the recording of Cheng Yu and the others betting at the opening, the video of Cheng Yu's small alley leading people to intercept, and so on.

The conference room was eerily quiet.

"Uncle Zhu, I've put the document here. Later, you can find an expert to verify the authenticity. If it's just such a trivial matter, I don't think it's necessary to continue this meeting and waste each other's time." Murong Ling said and got up.

"Boss Meng, this matter has bothered you. I will treat you to dinner another day."

Meng Youzhao nodded unceremoniously, and the two walked out of the door of the conference room one after another.

The rest of the people didn't move, and the headmaster picked up his teacup again. The only thing that was quiet in the room was the ticking, clicking, clicking of the clock on the wall.

Bang!

Because of Qian Shucheng's excessive body movements, the chair behind him was brought to the ground pitifully. It had never been treated so rudely since the day it entered this conference room.

Qian Shucheng didn't pay attention to the chair that fell on the ground, and he didn't pay attention to the people in the room who hurried out the door.

After going out, it turned out that there were three acquaintances outside the door——Yuan Shaojie, Jiang Fanyi, and Pan Shirong.

Originally, there should be someone among them.

"Murong Ling..."

The person standing facing out the window paused, and turned around after about two seconds.

"Xiao Cheng." This sound seemed to be a sigh.

Qian Shucheng rushed to him quickly.

"You still have the face to call me?!"

Murong Ling raised his hand slowly, as if he wanted to touch Qian Shucheng's hair, but he was slapped away as soon as he raised his hand to his eyes.

"Do not touch me!"

"Xiaocheng, I'm a little tired today. Go back to the old house when you have time. I'm living in the old house now. We'll talk when you come back. The phone number hasn't changed. You can contact me at any time."

Yan Bi, turned around and walked towards the elevator, as if waiting for him to come out at the door was really just to say such a word to him.

"Murong Ling, why are you the only one who came back alive... Why are you still alive? Why?" The voice became weaker as it went to the back, as if speaking to the other party, but also as if speaking to himself.

Murong Ling paused for a moment, but finally said nothing.

Pan Shirong wanted to say something else, but Jiang Fan pulled him to signal him to shut up.

Qian Shucheng just stood there, watching the elevator doors open, watching them enter, watching the elevator doors close, and watching the number finally stop at 1.

"Sir, do you want to go directly to the old house?" Pan Shirong asked in the driver's seat.

"Xiao Cheng, you've grown a lot taller." Murong Ling leaned on the seat and closed his eyes, saying a nonsense.

Pan Shirong glanced at Yuan Shaojie, the co-pilot, Yuan Shaojie gestured with his eyes, and the car drove towards the old house smoothly.

Meng's father didn't call Meng Junchen when he left, so he either left or stayed, playing with the antique melon seeds in his hand like sitting on pins and needles, counting the lines on the melon seeds back and forth several times.In the end, the principal finished his tea and couldn't sit still so he announced the end of the meeting.

As soon as he crawled back to Qian Shucheng's apartment, he saw Qian Shucheng lying on the bed in a daze.

"Da Cheng, why didn't I know that you knew the Murong family?"

Qian Shucheng didn't move or make a sound.

Meng Junchen walked to the chair beside Qian Shucheng's bed and sat down.

"Although our family is a military family with roots and roots, we still have some connections with the Murong family. If you have any difficulties, maybe I can go home and talk to my dad?"

Qian Shucheng turned his head slowly, stared at Meng Junchen with strange eyes, and then burst out laughing.

"You don't think Murong Ling is the benefactor behind me, do you?"

"I'm not saying you were taken care of by him. Did you offend him very hard?" Meng Junchen looked at Qian Shucheng with a rare serious face, "Looking at today's situation, he wants to fatten you up before slaughtering you? No, no? Why send you to this school if you want to kill and torture. Or, want you to cultivate both internally and externally and send it to someone?!"

"It's almost done. It's a pity that you don't become a screenwriter." Qian Shucheng couldn't lie down anymore, "Master Meng, why don't you buy me a drink?"

"Go!"

WAIT bar

Meng Junchen flipped through the wine list several times before handing it to Qian Shucheng. "Dude, drink whatever you want!"

Qian Shucheng: "Beer."

Pass the drink list back to the waiter, "First a dozen beers, and then a fruit plate, thank you."

Qian Shucheng: "I haven't asked you yet, what is the relationship between your family and Murong Ling? It seems that Uncle Meng is very familiar with him."

Meng Junchen: "Well, it's a long story."

Before the words started, the waiter came back with a very efficient beer and fruit plate.After popping open the bottle, he said "Two take it easy" and pushed the cart away.

The two poured a glass each, clinked the glass tacitly and refilled it.

"Actually, it's not that long. It's just that when my old man was still climbing, he always went on missions and traveled all over the world. Once he was attacked abroad and was fighting with the enemy. He saw a Chinese kid covered in blood. Hiding not far from him, he seemed to be less than 20 years old at the time, um, about the same age as us now. My dad thought it was an overseas student, and was accidentally involved. Then he approached carefully and comforted that the military uncle would Protect you." Speaking of this, Meng Junchen himself laughed out loud, and gradually felt a little lonely while smiling.

"At that time, my dad and the others were already unable to protect themselves. Later, he told me that he thought he was going to die anyway. At least let the child feel the warmth before he died, knowing that there are people around him, so he won't be alone."

"The person from the 'tomb' arrived later, and he thought the frightened child broke the necks of three people in front of him, tsk tsk."

"Afterwards, the two met several times when they were on missions. For some reason, my dad forced me to call him little uncle."

"And you, what's the matter with you?"

Qian Shucheng held the cup in his hand, and rubbed his fingers against the mouth of the cup.

"My brother and I were picked up by him when I was 7 years old. I can't remember the exact time. At the beginning, my brother and I lived with Murong Ling. Every time my brother and he came back from the house, we would see each other. Bring me something, delicious or fun. My brother is more strict with me, and Murong Ling... I'm used to everything."

"I started elementary school a year later. My brother was afraid that I would be spoiled by Murong Ling, so he took me out to live. Only when he went out with Murong Ling, would he send me to In the house."

"Last year...you should know about that incident. My brother died at that time because of Murong Ling. But after that incident, Murong Ling also disappeared, and I have no way to confront him face to face."

After drinking the wine in the glass, Qian Shucheng poured another glass and drank it.

"Brother, slow down, let's go together." Meng Junchen hurriedly followed up with a cup and filled it up. "You think little uncle is dead?"

Qian Shucheng didn't speak, his eyes were straight and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Little uncle won't die." Meng Junchen seemed to be talking to himself, but also seemed to be telling Qian Shucheng, "They won't let little uncle die."

"If you don't let me, you won't die?"

"If you don't let it, you won't die."

Qian Shucheng scoffed.

"So it's my uncle's people who have been taking care of you all the time?" Meng Junchen suddenly realized.

Qian Shucheng twitched the corner of his mouth: "No, it's Chu Yunxi."