On the top floor of the skyscraper, seven men were kneeling in the president's office. Yang Nanchen was smoking a cigarette on the leather sofa chair and looking at them. The corners of his eyes were narrowed coldly.

"Do you have any last words?" A man in black walked towards the seven men from behind Yang Nanchen. Judging from the man's agile steps, he had extraordinary skills.

"Please, let me go." A man hugged the feet of the man in black and begged.

They drank some wine last night and saw a woman on the street, and suddenly became lustful. When they sobered up, they didn't expect that the woman was dead.

"Xulian" Yang Nanchen, who was sitting on the leather chair, put out the cigarette in his hand and called to the man in black.

Men don't talk nonsense. In just a few seconds, seven men died.

"Master Chen, they are from Ningtian." Xu Lian looked at the lightning marks on the necks of the seven men.

Yang Nanchen played with the precious pen in his hand and didn't care about Xulian's words.

Xu Lian is the leader of the gang, but the real master is Yang Nanchen. No one knows it except Yin Mo.

"Master Chen, that woman is..." Xu Lian asked Yang Nanchen. In his memory, Yang Nanchen should not have any relatives.

Yang Nanchen glared at Xulian, who quickly lowered his head, knowing that he had talked too much.

Yang Nanchen came to the cemetery and looked at the two closely connected tombstones. Yang Nanchen's memory returned to ten days ago.

"Chen'er." A woman looked at Yang Nanchen and touched Yang Nanchen's cheek with trembling hands, but Yang Nanchen avoided her.

Yang Nanchen looked at the woman with thick makeup and rouge in front of him. This was his mother.?

No, no, he no longer has a mother. His mother left him and his father long ago when his father was lying on the bed waiting to die.

From that moment on, he was motherless.

"Is something wrong?" Yang Nanchen looked at the woman and asked indifferently.

"Is this the kind of life you want to live after you leave?" Yang Nanchen looked around, this is a nightclub.

"I heard that you are getting married." The woman looked at Yang Nanchen and said. She came here just a few days ago. The media has always published news about Yang Nanchen, but never a photo. The media only published a photo after hearing the good news about the wedding.

, she was very excited when she saw the photo. She had heard of Yang Nanchen before, but there were too many people with this name.

"Yes, it's okay. I'm leaving." Yang Nanchen didn't want to stay here for a moment. He turned around and left.

The woman looked at Yang Nanchen's back and tears instantly flowed out. She knew that Yang Nanchen hated her.

"Now you are together again." Yang Nanchen looked at the closed double tombs and stared at the photos on the tombstones, which were the woman and his father.

"Wife." Yang Nanchen, who came back from the cemetery, hugged Yao Yue who was cooking.'

Yao Yue didn't know about Yang Nanchen's mother. "What's wrong? We can eat later."

"I miss you," Yang Nanchen whispered in Yao Yue's ear. Only by Yao Yue's side, he would not deliberately hide his true emotions.

"Fool." Yao Yue gently bumped Yang Nanchen's head.

After dinner, Yang Nanchen hugged Yao Yue and watched TV. Now he no longer plays games because Yao Yue said that after dinner, he must watch TV with him.

Sensational scenes were playing on TV. Yao Yue wiped her tears with a tissue.

And Yang Nanchen was yawning. He really didn't know what to see. He might as well sleep, but Yao Yue wanted to see it, so she could only accompany him.

"Honey, what's wrong?" Yang Nanchen looked at Yao Yue who was crying. It seemed that he had done nothing to provoke her.

Yao Yue said nothing and pointed to the TV series playing on the TV.

Yang Nanchen followed the TV and still didn't understand what Yao Yue was talking about and why he was crying.

"Honey, what's going on? Tell me." Yang Nanchen coaxed Yao Yue, looking anxious as to why she was crying.

"So...so touching." Yao Yue cried and said three words.

Three black lines immediately appeared on Yang Nanchen's head. He looked at Yao Yue and watched TV. He took the remote control and smashed it at the TV. "I told you to make my wife cry."

Yao Yue was amused by Yang Nanchen's initiative.

"Okay." Yang Nanchen patted Yao Yue's back and felt happy when she saw Yao Yue regaining her smile.

Hey, these days, pleasing your wife is also a technical job. On the top floor of the skyscraper, seven men were kneeling in the president's office. Yang Nanchen was smoking a cigarette on the leather sofa chair and looking at them. The corners of his eyes were squinted coldly.

"Do you have any last words?" A man in black walked towards the seven men from behind Yang Nanchen. Judging from the man's agile steps, he had extraordinary skills.

"Please, let me go." A man hugged the feet of the man in black and begged.

They drank some wine last night and saw a woman on the street, and suddenly became lustful. When they sobered up, they didn't expect that the woman was dead.

"Xulian" Yang Nanchen, who was sitting on the leather chair, put out the cigarette in his hand and called to the man in black.

Men don't talk nonsense. In just a few seconds, seven men died.

"Master Chen, they are from Ningtian." Xu Lian looked at the lightning marks on the necks of the seven men.

Yang Nanchen played with the precious pen in his hand and didn't care about Xulian's words.

Xu Lian is the leader of the gang, but the real master is Yang Nanchen. No one knows it except Yin Mo.

"Master Chen, that woman is..." Xu Lian asked Yang Nanchen. In his memory, Yang Nanchen should not have any relatives.

Yang Nanchen glared at Xulian, who quickly lowered his head, knowing that he had talked too much.

Yang Nanchen came to the cemetery and looked at the two closely connected tombstones. Yang Nanchen's memory returned to ten days ago.

"Chen'er." A woman looked at Yang Nanchen and touched Yang Nanchen's cheek with trembling hands, but Yang Nanchen avoided her.

Yang Nanchen looked at the woman with thick makeup and rouge in front of him. This was his mother.?

No, no, he no longer has a mother. His mother left him and his father long ago when his father was lying on the bed waiting to die.

From that moment on, he was motherless.

"Is something wrong?" Yang Nanchen looked at the woman and asked indifferently.

"Is this the kind of life you want to live after you leave?" Yang Nanchen looked around, this is a nightclub.

"I heard that you are getting married." The woman looked at Yang Nanchen and said. She came here just a few days ago. The media has always published news about Yang Nanchen, but never a photo. The media only published a photo after hearing the good news about the wedding.

, she was very excited when she saw the photo. She had heard of Yang Nanchen before, but there were too many people with this name.

"Yes, it's okay. I'm leaving." Yang Nanchen didn't want to stay here for a moment. He turned around and left.

The woman looked at Yang Nanchen's back and tears instantly flowed out. She knew that Yang Nanchen hated her.

"Now you are together again." Yang Nanchen looked at the closed double tombs and stared at the photos on the tombstones, which were the woman and his father.

"Wife." Yang Nanchen, who came back from the cemetery, hugged Yao Yue who was cooking.'

Yao Yue didn't know about Yang Nanchen's mother. "What's wrong? We can eat later."

"I miss you," Yang Nanchen whispered in Yao Yue's ear. Only by Yao Yue's side, he would not deliberately hide his true emotions.

"Fool." Yao Yue gently bumped Yang Nanchen's head.

After dinner, Yang Nanchen hugged Yao Yue and watched TV. Now he no longer plays games because Yao Yue said that after dinner, he must watch TV with him.

Sensational scenes were playing on TV. Yao Yue wiped her tears with a tissue.

And Yang Nanchen was yawning. He really didn't know what to see. He might as well sleep, but Yao Yue wanted to see it, so she could only accompany him.

"Honey, what's wrong?" Yang Nanchen looked at Yao Yue who was crying. It seemed that he had done nothing to provoke her.

Yao Yue said nothing and pointed to the TV series playing on the TV.

Yang Nanchen followed the TV and still didn't understand what Yao Yue was talking about and why he was crying.

"Honey, what's going on? Tell me." Yang Nanchen coaxed Yao Yue, looking anxious as to why she was crying.

"So...so touching." Yao Yue cried and said three words.

Three black lines immediately appeared on Yang Nanchen's head. He looked at Yao Yue and watched TV. He took the remote control and smashed it at the TV. "I told you to make my wife cry."

Yao Yue was amused by Yang Nanchen's initiative.

"Okay." Yang Nanchen patted Yao Yue's back and felt happy when she saw Yao Yue regaining her smile.
Chapter completed!