Uncle Quan watched He Chen walk away alone, shook his head and entered the room.

He Zhentian's chest was still undulating, and he said in a heavy voice: "Why haven't the person come yet?"

"The young master said that he would come over at night."

"Let me wait for him."

In the garden villa, after Jiang Ruoyue was asleep, He Yi got up and went out quietly and arrived at the Nanting Hotel.

"Young Master, the island master has been waiting for you." The bodyguard opened the door for him.

He Yi came in, and He Zhentian glanced at him, feeling extremely dissatisfied.

"Here you come."

He Yi sat opposite He Zhentian and opened the right way: "I won't be separated from her."

He Zhentian questioned him in a scattered manner and threw him on He Yi's face.

"It's just a woman. Without him, you can't live anymore? Has she given you a ecstasy?"

He Yi did not move anyway, or even had no desire to explain.

Seeing that he had no response, He Zhentian was silent for a while and then issued an ultimatum.

"I don't want to make a fuss with you because of a woman. I'll give you another week to accompany her and then make a break. After a week, if you don't compromise, she will disappear in this world."

"Grandpa, don't force me." He Yi finally raised his head and faced the fire with the person opposite him.

In this eye-catching contest, no one wins, let alone loses.

He Zhentian paused, "You don't force me."

The power in the words is very powerful.

He Yi did not respond meaninglessly, got up and came out, and grabbed a bodyguard.

"Where is Qi Zhen?"

"Yi."

Qi Zhen had known that He Yi would come here for a long time and didn't sleep at all. He has been paying attention to the dynamics in He Zhentian's room.

He Yi looked over with his destructive cold eyes, strode over, pushed Qi Zhen to the wall, pinched his neck, and lifted it off the ground.

"I don't want to die, hand over the things quickly."

What he said was the launcher of the micro-bomb in Jiang Ruoyue's body. Of course Qi Zhen understood it.

"cough……"

A suffocation overwhelmed Qi Zhen. If there were any tricks in this world, it would be the most desperate. Pinching your neck would definitely be one of them. What’s even more terrifying is being pinched by a terrifying palm.

The bodyguard panicked, "Young master, you can't do it."

He Zhentian came out and said angrily, "It's useless for me to pinch her to death."

Qi Zhen nodded hard at He Yi, indicating that the thing was indeed at He Zhentian.

After Qi Zhen told He Yi about this, he immediately told He Zhentian that there was a bomb on Jiang Ruoyue and took the initiative to hand over the starter, which could not only save his life, but also allow He Zhentian to pinch Jiang Ruoyue's weakness.

He Yi still didn't let go, his eyes were bloodshot and his strength tightened little by little. He didn't know that Jiang Ruoyue had a bomb planted on her body. She had never cried in front of him. She was under this huge pressure alone.

Seeing that He Yi still had no intention of letting go, He Zhentian felt that he had become a lion that no one could control.

"Damn it."

Uncle Quan quickly walked to He Yi, which was both a reminder and a threat: "Young master, let him go quickly, you have to think about Miss Jiang's safety."

He Yi sneered and threw the person to the ground.

Qi Zhen lay down in a mess, gasping for breath, and the bones in his body seemed to be broken.

She smiled bitterly. He Yi really wanted to strangle her to death just now. It was so cruel, but all this became more interesting, and it successfully aroused her competitive spirit.

Letting a man who hates you to the core be by your side is definitely the most successful thing in the world.

He Yi glanced at He Zhentian in a complicated way, turned around, swept to He Chen, who stood up at some point, and left with great strides.

He Zhentian entered the house.

He Chen touched the huge pain cells on his body, thinking, something, what?

Qi Zhen got up and gritted his teeth and walked past him.

"What did you mean by what you just said?"

Another man fascinated by Jiang Ruoyue, Qi Zhen tugged at the corner of his mouth coldly: "If you want to know, go and ask your grandpa."

He Yi returned home, went upstairs softly and pushed the door softly. Jiang Ruoyue was still asleep. Looking at his rosy face, he gently slid his fingertips and walked towards the balcony.

The night wind was blew up, blew up the hem of his black windbreaker, making people's body feel biting cold.

Suddenly, a delicate figure hugged him from behind, rubbing his back, and his voice was hazy: "Why are you getting up? Do you have insomnia?"

He Yi turned around, pulled open the windbreaker, wrapped Jiang Ruoyue in her thin pajamas into her arms, tightened her arms, and patted her head.
Chapter completed!