classmate?

Mo Huantong frowned, but when she called back before, Xinnian said... she seemed to be a college classmate.

Isn't it that boyfriend named Lu? She hasn't seen him before.

Huantong looked at the time. It was too late now and decided to call tomorrow. She sat on the sofa and drank a cup of hot tea, got up and walked upstairs.

"Grandma, Big Young..."

The man in black at the entrance suddenly spoke. The dozens of them were guarding Zhongjing Hao Court, "The young master and the young lady... will they not come back?"

Mo Huantong paused, and her drooping hands became stiff. She lowered her eyelashes and whispered, "Maybe... can do it again."

"Has something happened to the young master? I heard from my brothers... dead?"

“…”

Mo Huantong didn't say anything, she had no idea what to answer.

Is Mo Nanjue really dead like this?

She didn't know how to describe her feelings, but it wasn't uncomfortable.

Although they had little contact with each other, Mo Nanjue was already talking less and it was even less likely that he would have any chance to have a separate contact with her, but... he was still polite and respectful to her. She could feel that he really treated her as his sister-in-law.

.

"Grandma Big Young Master, we have been following the young master. We have never left him in the years. If he is gone, we don't plan to stay here anymore."

The man in black lowered his head, his voice with apology and respect from the heart, "We brothers have sworn that we will only be loyal to Mo Nanjue in this life, and we will never be the second master, but now we are not even here...

…We will find the person who takes over. It must be a team of excellent bodyguards. I dare not tell the eldest young master these words, for fear that he will get angry... So please tell him, sorry, Grandma."

After saying that, he bowed deeply, turned around and walked out.

Mo Huantong stood there until the sound of the gate closing came that she felt the whole quietness of the surroundings.

It seems like there is no one, the huge and empty villa is as silent as a tomb.

She turned her head and saw the family portrait on the decorative stand next to her.

She stood beside Tong Ran, holding her arm, and smiling happily.

Xiaoran.

It is an indisputable fact that she exchanged her life for her.

sorry……

Mo Huantong choked in her throat and tears fell silently.

…………

Mo Beiyan did not return to Zhongjing Haoting immediately, but went to the Tibetan Gate headquarters and ordered people to search for the helicopters at the site of the incident in all directions.

However, it was strange that no clue could be found from any direction. The helicopter seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, and there was no trace of it left behind.

They didn't even know who they wanted to take Tong Ranmo Huantong, and they didn't know who the enemy was.

Mo Beiyan couldn't think of who would be, and who could be there. Could it be that the fourteenth one is not dead yet?

But it is not right. Even if the Fourteenth is not dead, the target should not be Ran Ye and Mo crying about pain. He hated Mo Yaochen, and he should be lurking in Feipa to take action.

It's too risky to come to the United States.

And except for the fourteenth, there is not even an option - they have any enemies, no more.

Mo Nanjue has never made enemies in recent years, but has won over many former enemies.

I was busy all night and found nothing.

Mo Beiyan lay down on the sofa in a herringbone, staring at the complicated patterns on the ceiling, and asked hoarsely, "Ask the man in black in Zhongjing Haoting, do you cry if you are asleep?"

"Master, you have asked this more than a hundred times...Master Grandma is asleep."

“Where did you sleep?”

“…in Zhongjing Hao Court.”

“Which room.”

"Your bedroom."

“Have you asked me before going to bed?”

"……No."

“…”

Mo Beiyan turned over with a cold face, "Forget it if you didn't ask!"
Chapter completed!