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The melodious sound of the Guzheng zither cleanses the hearts of the people, and a cup of tea exudes a refreshing fragrance. In an antique room, a woman sits outside the curtain and caresses the Guzheng.

He Wenxuan and Mrs. Peony sat face to face, sipping tea and talking about things, Mingchen found a comfortable seat aside and sat down, and the top tea art master personally made tea for him.

While tasting a sip of fragrant tea, Ming Chen suddenly heard a familiar name.

"A few months ago, the Black family in City C was bloodbathed by Tyrell. None of the more than 100 members of the family survived. The mayor, Old Black, also died at the hands of Tyrell, who is known as the king of secret agents, far away in City A. The little boy Black who is doing business has become the sole heir of the Black family."

Mrs. Peony personally poured a cup of fragrant tea for He Wenxuan, and said in a low voice: "At first, I thought that Mr. Black could not support Black's family business, and other families in C City were also eyeing the property of the Black family, but everyone was surprised. In just a few months, Young Master Black not only took control of the Black family, but also withstood overt and covert snatches from other families."

He Wenxuan said calmly: "What the He family needs is a partner who can control City C. We don't care who this person is, but since the old Black that we have been in contact with before is dead, we need to cooperate with the current controller of City C. Little Blake reconnects."

"Little Black has an elusive character. On the surface, he looks gentlemanly and elegant, but in fact he is a ruthless man with methods. Unlike Old Black, who is obsessed with money, Little Black is not someone who can be settled with money alone. Madam Peony took a piece of paper from her side and handed it over, "This is a secret arrest warrant issued by Little Black in the underground market."

Swallowing the tea slowly with a sip of tea in his mouth, Ming Chen exhaled slowly, and the man with lowered eyebrows heard He Wenxuan's voice.

"Tyrell? Little Black wants to find Tyrell, the king of secret agents who killed more than 100 members of the Black family?" To Tyrell, who has to live, it's funny that little Blake doesn't seem to hate Tyrell as much as others think."

"No matter what reason Little Black wanted to capture Tyrell, as far as the information I have collected now, Tyrell has been missing since the massacre of the Black family, and then I found this."

Mrs. Mudan handed an envelope to He Wenxuan, and Mingchen looked at it generously. He Wenxuan took out a piece of something he was familiar with from the envelope. Although it was far away, he still recognized what it was—— —His test sheet, or Tyrell's test sheet.

In the advanced stage of cancer, there is only three months at most.

He Wenxuan just glanced at it and put the list back in the envelope. Mrs. Mudan stood up and poured tea for He Wenxuan, and said softly: "If the test report is true, Tyrell is probably dead, even if he is not dead, I think It's not easy to catch Tyrell, and the price to pay is too great."

She raised her head and looked at He Wenxuan: "If you want to win over little Black, you need to use other methods. He likes men, but he doesn't like men who can be easily obtained by him. The harder a man is, the more he will be able to whet his appetite."

Gently pinching Bicui's teacup with two slender fingers, He Wenxuan raised the teacup and took a sip: "I'm ready."

"Ordinary men don't interest Little Black."

"Then what if it's a big star known for being cold?"

"Mr. He means...Wu Xin?" The slightly raised ending sound revealed Mrs. Mudan's surprise in her heart. She said with a smile, "Is Mr. He willing? I mean...is Mr. He Hongxue willing?"

He Wenxuan looked very calm, and was not surprised by Mrs. Peony's question. He said calmly, "This is what my elder brother meant."

"Mr. Wu Xin is of course the most suitable candidate, but is there any problem with Mr. Wu Xin? After all, Mr. He Hongxue took care of Mr. Wu Xin so much before."

"Now is a good opportunity for him to repay He Hongxue's care." He Wenxuan said, "He is currently in the room downstairs."

"I know what to do. Tonight's dinner will arrange for Mr. Wu Xin to meet Little Black, so Peony will leave first." Slowly getting up, Mrs. Peony suddenly glanced meaningfully at Mingchen's direction and smiled. He said, "I wish you a speedy recovery."

"Thank you." With a calm smile, Ming Chen stood up and watched Mrs. Peony leave.

"Wu Xin, this name is very familiar. Is it the Wu Xin who celebrated his birthday that day?" Ming Chen suddenly asked as Mrs. Peony left.

He Wenxuan waved his hand to signal everyone in the tea room to leave, the melodious piano sound stopped, and soon there were only the two of them left in the room, and he walked towards Ming Chen: "It's him."

"Is he from He Hongxue?"

"He is a big star cultivated by He Hongxue." Walking to the man's side, He Wenxuan looked at the man with a complicated expression and asked with concern, "What's wrong, Mingchen?"

There was a bit of worry in his eyes. Although he tried his best to keep calm, Ming Chen still couldn't hide the nervous look on his face: "Am I the same as Wu Xin? If necessary, I can be sacrificed anytime and anywhere."

Ming Chen looked straight at He Wenxuan, the clarity and earnestness in his eyes made He Wenxuan slightly taken aback.

"No, you will always be a member of the He family, and only a member of the He family." He Wenxuan hugged the man lightly, his lips almost touching Ming Chen's earlobe, and said in a deep voice, "You are different from others. "

Mingchen never knew that his ears were so sensitive. He could clearly feel the temperature of the earlobe rising rapidly, not to mention seeing He Wenxuan staring at his earlobe with a bit of interest.

"Don't give me too high expectations. The higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment. I know who I am." After a pause, Ming Chen looked at He Wenxuan with a faint smile, "But thank you anyway."

After a while, other people came into the room to discuss things with He Wenxuan. Most of them were reports on business accounts, boring and boring. Ming Chen lay down on the low couch behind the curtain to rest.

While listening to the boring conversation between He Wenxuan and other people outside the curtain, he thought about the woman just now in his heart.

He had heard the name of Mrs. Peony when he was still Tyrrell. The woman with a generous and beautiful appearance is not a graceful and luxurious woman like her name. On the contrary, Mrs. Peony should have been a poor girl from District [-] at first. Because of her beauty, she was sold to the twelfth district and became the pet of the nobles in the first district.

Even though she is just a pet, Mrs. Peony has made a name for herself, and even has a status that surpasses most of the people in the first district.

Beauty, wisdom, and a ruthless heart.

Mrs. Peony, who was first abducted and sold to the first district, has now changed from a victim to the current perpetrator's identity. One-third of the existing pets in the first district are handled by her.

In addition to selecting pets from the poorest and chaotic Districts [-], [-], and [-] and selling them to District [-], if you fancy someone and want him to be your pet but you can't snatch him away, you only need to give a certain amount of money. Price, no matter who the other party is, Mrs. Peony will try her best to get you the pet you want.

The woman looked at him strangely.

The slightly nervous surprise when I saw him and He Wenxuan together for the first time, the fun and relaxation after hearing that he lost his memory, and the complicated look in his eyes when he finally left.

Mingchen raised his left hand, and under the luxury watch worn on his left wrist was the logo of his pet.

Did the former "Mingchen" really become the lover of a beautiful widow because of life?

Is it true that, as rumored by the outside world, he became the pet of the three brothers of the He family because of their greed for a luxurious life?

Ming Chen slowly closed his eyes, maybe things were not as simple as he thought, the past of his body was worth exploring.

What He Wenxuan said: You are different from others.

Is it a simple and sweet comforting word, or to He Wenxuan and the others, he is really different from others.

Mrs. Peony, Mrs. Peony...

A key figure.

He Wenxuan is indeed very busy, so busy that he has almost no time to talk to Mingchen, and it is meaningless to stay any longer. Since He Wenxuan dared to let him stay, he would not mind letting him hear the work discussed. So far So far, apart from Mrs. Peony giving Ming Chen something to gain, there is not much gain in other aspects.

Is Wu Xin still in this room downstairs?

While thinking about it, he heard movement next to the curtain, someone left the room, and someone walked towards him.

Not intending to pretend to be asleep, the man lying on the low couch with one leg bent, took off the earphones and at the same time met He Wenxuan who was walking around the curtain.

"It's all over?" Ming Chen had just finished speaking when He Wenxuan pressed him over.