I want to be your white moonlight

Mr. Huo is a ruthless person, otherwise he wouldn't have given birth to a son as ruthless as Huo Sirong's father.

Old Mrs. Huo and Mr. Huo sang good faces, and the other sang bad faces, but in the end they failed to impress Huo Sirong's "heart of stone".

Huo Chengde was furious, pointing at the densely packed ancestral tablets in front of the ancestral hall, he was so angry that his beard and hair stood on end, and roared repeatedly: "Kneel until your ancestors agree!"

Huo Sirong didn't say a single extra word, with a livid face, he knelt straight down in the damp and cold ancestral hall.

Wen Yao had to kneel beside him if he wanted to tell him something.

Two big men knelt side by side in front of a pile of creepy tablets, which made the ancient ancestral hall a little more angry.

"I can't find Lin Er." Wen Yao said, "But there is someone who wants to see you."

Huo Sirong faced the spiritual seat of the Huo family's great ancestor, but did not speak.

Wen Yao paused, then continued in a quiet voice: "It's the housekeeper of Lin Qishan's family, who has been taking care of Lin Er in the past two years. He said that Lin Er had originally planned to exchange identities with Lin Yan."

"He wants to get rid of Lin Qishan." Wen Yao made a final decision.

Huo Sirong frowned with thick eyebrows: "Why?"

Wen Yao had the same doubts as him.

It stands to reason that Lin Qishan has a huge family business with only a single heir, and Lin Xiang is the only heir to the Lin family no matter how you look at it.

And Lin Xiang had been in London for the past two years, the wind and the rain were like rain, and the scenery was the same for a while, even Huo Sirong couldn't help but want to meet him.

For two full years, Lin Xiang seemed to be living a prosperous and happy life.

Why did he want to get rid of his biological father, Lynch Hill, who brought him family background, status, and wealth?What was Lin Xiang thinking?

"I'm afraid we can only figure out this after seeing Gao Zhen." Wen Yao sighed silently.

"Go make an appointment." Huo Sirong knelt in front of the coffin and ordered in a low voice.

Wen Yao nodded in response: "Okay." He got up and left in a hurry.

Three days later, Gao Zhen was invited to Huojiawan, He'an.

Huo Chengde asked Huo Sirong to stop and reflect. The "unrepentant" Mr. Huo might not be able to leave for a while.Gao Zhen had to come here in person.

In the courtyard of the villa at the foot of the mountain, Wen Yao sent two cups of Biluochun, the tea was made of high-quality Tangshan Sibaide bone china, and the tea leaves rolled like spring buds.

Gao Zhen was tall, fifty years old, and looked extremely kind. He took a few sips from the cup, and then slowly opened his mouth: "Our young master..."

Huo Sirong knew that he was referring to Lin Xiang, so he watched Gao Zhen closely.

"Forget it," Gao Zhen waved his hand, "Let me tell you about Director Lin Qishan first."

Whether wealthy or ordinary families, almost all have their own secrets that are not known to everyone.

As the old saying goes, every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite.For example, Huo Sirong's father doesn't recognize his relatives, and Lin Xiang's father Lynch Shan is a potential pervert | sadist.

The low-key marriage between Xie Xin and Lynch Shan back then was like a routine in a storybook, a rich girl and a poor boy with great ambitions met, fell in love, and then got married.It wasn't until after marriage that Lynchshan's eccentricities showed the tip of the iceberg.

"I'm Miss Xie's dowry." Gao Zhen smiled gently, reminding Huo Sirong of the kind old Mrs. Huo, with a simple and honest face.

"Perhaps it should be called madam now." Gao Zhen picked up the teacup and drank it down in one gulp. With his rough thumb, he groped for the delicate glaze on the bone china.

"It wasn't easy, in those years. The family members advised her not to marry, she didn't listen, she got very angry, and ran away from home in the middle of the night to elope with Lin Dong." Gao Zhen sighed, and the long memory made his tone and eyes reveal At a loss.

"Marry, let's marry, less than three months pregnant... Lin Dong tortured her."

At that time, Xie Xin was already pregnant, Lynch put a chain around her neck, not allowing her to leave the room for half a step, he patted her stomach with the sole of his shoe, and asked Xie Xin: "Did you hear your son crying?"

Xie Xin gave up writing and her poetry for Lynch Shan, and she became a dumb bird in his cage.

"Madam persisted, she was just thinking..." Gao Zhen closed his eyes slowly and heavily.

"Brother Zhen, this is my child, I want to give birth." Xie Xin cried and wiped her tears: "As long as it is for the child, I can endure anything."

Gao Zhen advised her: "Let's go back to Xie's house!"

Xie Xin shook her head: "No, Dad will definitely let me abort."

Go back to Xie's house, have aborted a child, pretend to be a yellow girl, and marry another one.

Women, they are really a tool for getting married and having children. Zhang Ailing's sighs back then are still embarrassingly fashionable.

Only whether to be born or not, whether to give this world a new life, these are all in her hands.

"Madam is a very good mother." Gao Zhen smiled: "The young master's personality is very similar to Madam's. He has a stubborn temper and is stubborn, and even nine bulls can't get back what he decides."

"He follows the crowd, but has his own rules of doing things, which makes him different from others." Gao Zhen sighed: "Some are smart, not wise enough, but they are stubborn in their bones."

"At the beginning, I helped my wife escape from London, and I lost contact with her after that. I never thought that one day, I would see the young master again. He is a good boy."

"Director Lin caught him back and pointed a gun at him, but he was not afraid. Director Lin wanted to torture him and locked him in the basement. At the longest time, he was locked up for a whole month without seeing the sun."

"During that time, every meal was delivered by the servant. He sat on the iron chair, he was clearly in the dark, but his eyes were bright. One day, when I delivered the meal, the young master asked me how Huo Sirong was. .”

"I just asked him, who is Huo Sirong. But the young master seemed to wake up, turned his back to me, and answered cautiously, ex-wife."

"Since then, I have been more careful. It turned out that Dong Lin tortured him so much to make him forget you. At first he would laugh when he saw your photo, but after taking too much emetics, he could only vomit."

"Director Lin's method really works. In the end, when he sees you, he will avoid you, otherwise he will feel sick." Gao Zhen frowned and sighed: "I'm thinking, how much trouble has he suffered in the past two years? .”

"Too many to count." Gao Zhen put down the teacup, and the bone china collided with the glass tabletop, making a jingle.

The sentimental Mrs. Huo wiped away her tears and handed Gao Zhen a stack of lotus cakes: "Try it, homemade."

Gao Zhen thanked with a smile.

Mrs. Huo stuffed the handkerchief into Huo Sirong's arms: "Wipe your pussy piss, big man, what are you crying for! Shame on you."

"Now, do you have any information about Lin Xiang's whereabouts?" Huo Sirong respected him very much, and sat up straight when he asked, which made him look like a son-in-law who came to propose marriage.

"Oh no, I just arrived in Ningbei yesterday. Lin Yan didn't know where Lin Dong was, so I packed him up and came here. I thought he was with you." Gao Zhen opened his eyes, his eyes bright. : "Why, he's not here?"

"He left with an Englishman." Huo Sirong told the truth about Lin Xiang's situation after returning to China.

Gao Zhen suddenly realized: "So that's the case, the youngest son of the Earl of Lancaster's family. Then it's all right, Joyce and the young master are very close."

"Being good enough...to be together?" Huo Sirong said meaningfully.

Gao Zhen was stunned, then waved his hands and chuckled: "To be honest, let the young master choose between you and Joyce, I would rather the young master choose Joey."

"Mr. Lancaster is warm and kind, and the young master will not suffer from him." Gao Zhen stood up: "Since the young master is not with you, I will leave."

"Excuse me." Gao Zhen nodded politely.

Gao Zhen walked a few steps, and heard Huo Sirong shout behind him: "Will he treat him well?!"

"Why don't you ask him in person." Gao Zhen answered irrelevantly. He stepped into a stretched Lincoln and left seemingly without hesitation.

If forgetting and giving up can bring him happiness, why not just let it go?It's just what I owe him, not enough.

Huo Sirong knelt in the ancestral hall, thinking about it all night.

Thinking about why he fell in love with Lin Xiang in the first place, why he let himself fall into deep water knowing that it was impossible, why he felt uncomfortable when he saw his arm scratched, why he insisted on trapping him by his side, and for this reason he did not hesitate to threaten him with a power of attorney. After getting married, he signed the marriage application behind Huo Chengde's back.

Why, capture He Siyuan for him, match Zhang Zihao for him, destroy the students of Ningbei University for him, keep the original power of attorney for him, take care of the elderly and sick Chen Rong for him, and match him with a five-star hotel chef He and the team of nutritionists specially arranged a spacious study room for him in the villa, which is full of his carefully written down, Lin Xiang's favorite writers.

If you like it and you can ask why, why did he separate from him for two years.

Wen Yao patted him on the shoulder, and knelt down beside Huo Sirong.

The moon and stars are sparse, and outside the towering lintel, the vast galaxy stretches as far as the eye can see.The night spreads to the endless distance, and the moonlight shines on thousands of miles of fertile fields.

In the world of mountains and rivers and the world of mortals, there is no medicine to cure regret.

"I have something to tell you. I don't know whether it is good or bad, but anyway, sir, I think I should tell you." Wen Yao took out his phone and clicked on the video Joey sent him.

Huo Sirong was so jealous that he was going crazy, he didn't even watch the video, and stared straight ahead.

It looks like he is kneeling to his ancestors, but he knows who he is actually kneeling.

Wen Yao boldly held the phone screen in front of his eyes, pressed Huo Sirong's shoulder, and said solemnly: "You must watch it again. Lin Er doesn't seem to be willing to do this video."

At that time, both of them thought that Lin Xiang had empathized with Joey, so they watched this video with preconceived ideas, but put aside their preconceived ideas, and watched carefully, they found that the angle of Lin Xiang's head was clearly avoiding .

The red mole was blurred by the rapid movement of the head.

"Sir, you have acted so many scenes, can't you tell whether a small action is true or fake?" Wen Yao asked back, his tone was so urgent that it sounded a bit aggressive.

"I found out that Joey once had a lover of Z nationality, who died later." Wen Yao recalled the shocking scene, and he said in a deep voice, "That's why his Chinese is so fluent."

——"Joy's girlfriend is named Zhou Ling. I met Joey three years ago, but she disappeared and her whereabouts are unknown. Someone found her body on the river beach. At the same time, a group of white men abused a girl on the dark web for a while. Son, after identification, the girl is Zhou Ling." Wen Yao said with fear: "Although there is no actual evidence pointing to Joey, Zhou Ling was on vacation with Joey in Hawaii when she disappeared."

Those with golden hair are not necessarily angels, there are also demons disguised as angels, Wen Yao concluded.

The wilderness stretches as far as the eye can see, beyond the plain are endless and mighty mountains and rivers, the river rolls forward, rolling up violent towering waves, and there are rotting ashes of haystacks piled up next to the barren wheat fields.

On the silver-gray road, a silver-white Bugatti Veyron shot out like an arrow, drawing a gray streak on the horizon.

The black extended Lincoln with superior performance is like a dilapidated classic car, shaking on the road.

Gao Zhen was sitting in the co-pilot. The driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror and asked in a low voice, "Uncle Gao, will he come after you?"

Gao Zhen hugged his big tea mug, and waved his hands: "The young master first sent news that this person can be used, so I trust the young master's judgment."

"The dark web link and screenshots have been sent to the kid named Wen. If he doesn't come after him..." Gao Zhen sighed: "Then it will be the young master's fate, and we can only follow plan B..."

"If Mr. Lin finds out that the young master has the video, he can't let young master Lin go, and he doesn't know how long Lin Yan can hold on." The middle-aged driver wore old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses and looked straight ahead.

The road ahead was being repaired. He looked in the rearview mirror and turned the steering wheel to make a turn.

A line of gray and white flashes across the corner of the eye, the moonlight shines endlessly, the horn of the private car brazenly wakes up the sleeping birds, and the noise of wings flapping in the woods.

The width of the road shrinks sharply, the tires rub against the asphalt road, the screeching sound tears the sky, the headlights collide, and the dazzling light blinds people for a short time.

The performance of the Bugatti Veyron is strong, the body is squeezed between the highway guardrail and Lincoln, the guardrail is broken, and the rear half of the Bugatti Veyron is suddenly suspended at the ramp.

Gao Zhen breathed a sigh of relief: "He's here."

Huo Sirong jumped out of the Bugatti Veyron, and Wen Yao followed him in shock.

Gao Zhen got out of the car with a big tea mug in his hand, and with a smile on his face, he asked kindly, "Mr. Huo, what's the matter?"

"When Lin Xiang and Joey left, did he know what he was doing?" Huo Sirong's face was gloomy, and he approached Gao Zhen step by step, his hands hanging by his sides tightly clenched into fists, waiting for a definitive answer.

"The young master believes that Joey can hide him from Dong Lin's nose." Gao Zhen replied warmly.

"Then does he know who Joey is?" Huo Sirong asked angrily.

There was a moment of silence in the air, a group of dark clouds drifted to cover the bright moon, and under the street lamp, Huo Sirong's knife-like silhouette was particularly sharp.

Gao Zhen paused for a long time before replying slowly: "I didn't agree with him at first, but the young master insisted on taking risks. I can't change what he decided."

"If he loses contact with us, and after leaving with Joey, then the young master will let me come to you." Gao Zhen looked at him with a smile: "Mr. Huo, I hope you will not disappoint the young master again."

"You see, although the young master's Weibo post ruined your reputation, you were able to take the opportunity to transfer all Huo's assets overseas and completely get rid of your father's control. He knows it all." Gao Zhen smiled without saying a word.

"Let me ask you." Huo Sirong took a deep breath and asked, "What does he want?"

Gao Zhen's eyes were full of meaning, and after a long time, he replied with great interest: "He wants the entire Lin family, and you."

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Double update today, tomorrow will be suspended for a day off~