Chapter 867: Ye Ye, dark Chen Cang, right?

   Chapter 867 Yan Ye, the dark is Chen Cang, right?
  Landis’s mighty figure shrouded Ming Dailan in the shadows.
He strangled her throat fiercely, and smashed Ming Dailan’s face with hatred: "It’s because of you, Zellman is going to kill all of us. Why are you going to Parma, if not? You, he won't kill anyone. Duchess, the real damn...it should be you!"
  Ming Dailan has never felt the threat of dying so clearly in her life.
  Her pupils dilated, and the suffocation of being strangled in her throat made her startled and angry.
  Fortunately, Yin Mo stepped forward in time and kicked Lantis in the leg socket, which removed his attack.
  Ming Dailan fell back on the sofa, clutching her chest and breathing deeply.
  Landis’s leg pained, his knees softened, and he bumped into the corner of the table next to him.
   Ming Dailan propped on the sofa with one hand, breathing tremblingly, "Yin Mo, hand him over to the Cavaliers."
  Yin Mo frowned slightly unconsciously, and if he handed it over to the Cavaliers, the arrangement of Qizai would be in vain.
  She hesitated, but Landis laughed dumbly.
  The laughter was very bleak, and even his eyes were full of irony and hatred,
You really don’t deserve sympathy. No wonder Zellman wants to kill your child and remove your uterus. You deserve it.

   Ming Dailan’s breathing stopped abruptly.
  The feeling of suffocation in the chest cavity has not disappeared, but she subconsciously held her breath.
  Ming Dailan is self-satisfied, but at this time she is dizzy.
   Yin Mo stepped back quietly, watching the fire from the shore.
  Ming Dailan swallowed her stinging throat, her pupils showing a shattered state, like six gods without a master, like a smile.
  Her voice is harsh and hoarse, and her face is as pale as snow, "You, what did you say?"
  Landis sneered, the wound on his shoulder opened, and the blue shirt was stained with blood. This visual effect was even more terrifying.
This kind of pleasure of revenge made Landis almost mad. He bent forward slightly, looked directly at Ming Dailan's ashes-like face, and repeated each word, "You, live, deserve. Your child is more than guilty." We received the order to kill your child on the eve of the departure of the British Emperor to Parma.
  Duchess, the reason why your eldest son of Parma was injured was because of the hand of Childman sent by someone to do it. Otherwise, how could he blame Pama, and how could he have your uterus removed?
  You are really the stupidest and most indifferent woman I have ever seen, vanity and greedy, for money and status, you can't even tell the real murderer.
  Do you know that on the day of Pama’s accident, the only people who really wanted to save you were your ex-husband and your son. "
  Ming Dailan couldn't say a word, and his head was full of Lantis's sonorous abuse and ridicule.
  The world she has always trusted seemed to collapse in front of her eyes.
   Reason tells her that she can’t believe that Kolantis’ hatred is by no means a disguise, similar to a kind of madness that can’t be eliminated.
  The light in Ming Dailan's eyes went out, and the eardrums buzzed, and the time seemed to go back to the midsummer night eleven years ago.
  The old house of the Shang family in a wild and chaotic state. She had abdominal pain to suffocation. There were only family doctors and two maids in the wing. She seemed to have been given a painkiller and then fell asleep.
  Wake up again, she has lost her six-month-old child and the woman's uterus. The pool indicates that she will no longer have children, and Ning Ning will become the last child of her life.
  She is ashamed, vowing to find the murderer.
  Later, all the clues pointed to Shaoyan. It was not that she had never investigated, but there seemed to be only one truth.
  From that day on, she hated Shang Shaoyan, hated him for horrible things, and hated him for vicious methods.
  Xiao Hongdao rushed to Pama that night, and at the same time he took good care of her, and became angry as a beauty.
  Ming Dailan was suddenly confused, she shrank, her nails stuck in her palms without knowing it, "It's impossible... what you said is not true."
  Landis grinned happily, gritted his teeth and forced a sentence between his teeth, "Is it true? I'll know when you die. People who died because of you are waiting for you in hell."
  Ming Dailan is still immersed in the collapsed world and can hardly wake up.
  She has a lot of questions to ask, but she doesn’t know how to speak when she comes to her lips.
  All seemed so pale and feeble.
  Landis has any reason to lie to her?
   Seal up the memories of eleven years, and when we look back, it will be shocking to find that everything is coincidental.
  She was dominated by preconceived thoughts with all her intellect and thinking.
  The person she hates should not have been Shaoyan from the beginning.
  At this moment, Ming Dailan thought of the drama in a trance.
  As if everything had been foreshadowed.
  Some words kept ringing in her ears:
  —What reason does he have to harm your child.
  —You never know your son.
  Ming Dailan’s breathing is getting faster and faster, and too many unexpected truths make her heart beat faster and her blood pressure soars.
  In less than half a minute, Ming Dailan shook her lips and fainted on the sofa with anxious fire.
  Deathly quiet in the room, Yin Mo always looked cold and it was none of his own.
   Seeing Ming Dailan fainted, she frowned, and while calling in a low voice, she sniffed her.
  Oh, not dead.
   "Is it all right?" At this moment, the expression on Landis's face was already reduced.
  Although the eyes are red, but the emotion is not as excited as before.
  Yin Mo glanced at Ming Dailan, thought for a while, then nodded, "Go, I will send you out first."
  ...
  Top floor, rooftop.
  Li Qiao stood alone in the night, looking at the distant mountains not knowing what she was thinking.
   Yin Mo pushed open the iron gate, saw her back, smiled slightly, "Baby."
  Landis also nodded and called, "Miss Li."
  Li Qiao turned around, her eyes touched Landis’ blood-stained shoulders, raised her eyebrows and asked,
Injured?

   "No." Landis turned his head and glanced, "It's the old wound that broke, it doesn't matter."
  Li Qiao nodded clearly, "I’m in trouble today."
  Landis rolled his apple, "What you promised me before..."
   "Someone will come to pick you up in a while. From now on, let’s keep your name incognito."
  Landis pursed his lips, "Thank you."
  While speaking, the iron door behind the roof was pushed open, and the white little cow poked his head in, "Landis, let's go."
  Landis stared at Li Qiao again, and gave her a gentleman's salute before leaving, "Goodbye."
  At this point, Landis completely disappeared in the entire border area.
  Including his records in the British Imperial Statistics Bureau, it was also stamped with the seal of death.
After Lantis left, Li Qiao swallowed her throat and looked up at the night sky with her jet-black eyes, "What's her reaction?"
  Yin Mo walked up to her and looked up at the starry sky together, "I was hit hard and passed out."
   "Is it big?" Li Qiao murmured in a long tone.
  Compared with Shang Yu's torture over the years, Ming Dailan only knew the truth.
  At this moment, Yin Mo lowered his face and turned to look at Li Qiao's extremely cold profile, "Aren't you going to meet her?"
  Li Qiao faintly curled her lips.
It’s not the time yet. It’s not easy to convince her of Landis’ words. If I show up, she will blame me for helping Shangyu’s ‘exemption’.
  People always find all kinds of reasons and excuses to justify themselves when they make a mistake.
  So, Li Qiao never came forward from the beginning to the end, she wanted Ming Dailan to dig the truth by herself.
  Only by letting her see with her own eyes can she hide everything.
  Otherwise, the effect is halved.
  Yin Mo felt clear, reached out his hand to touch Li Qiao’s head, and teased softly,
If you meet her, it might increase her guilt.

  "Guilty?" Li Qiao looked at her, and put aside her lips, "I don't want such a cheap thing."
  A sense of guilt can offset her actions? If not, what's the use?
   Li Qiao looked at the night and let out a sigh of relief, then turned to look at Yin Mo, "You go back, her bodyguard is coming back soon. Be careful."
   Yin Mo pursed his lips and nodded, before turning and leaving, he stepped forward and hugged Li Qiao again, "So are you."
  ...
  Five minutes later, Li Qiao made a phone call, and then stepped out of the rooftop to the floor where Bai Yan was.
When    stepped out of the elevator, Bai Xiaohu also pushed the dining car out of the car next to him, "Sister! All ready."
  Li Qiao licked the corner of her mouth, and screamed at the other end of the corridor, "Come with me."
  Not long, Bai Xiaohu pushed the dining car and knocked on the door of the last suite, "Hello, room service."
  Behind the scenes, the door was opened, and Bai Xiaohu looked up and bewildered.
  Fuck.
  Isn't this the black father who beat Yan brother?
   Wangyue squinted at Bai Xiaohu, then glanced at the dining car, "Go ahead."
  He didn’t know who ordered the meal, maybe it was the two masters.
  Bai Xiaohu quietly scanned the wall outside the door while Mochizuki was wrong, and saw that Li Qiao was silent, he had to bite the bullet and push the dining car in.
  Fuck, he didn't bring a gun.
After Bai Xiaohu entered the door, Mochizuki closed the door smoothly.
  At this time, Li Qiao put her back against the wall, put her right leg in front of her left leg, took out a box of sour plums from her pocket and gave a piece to her mouth.
one two Three…
  She counted to three silently, and the door opened.
  A familiar clear smell swept the surrounding air, and Shang Yu paced out.
  The man is all in permanent black. After standing still, he slowly turns his eyes to the scene of Li Qiao leaning against the wall and eating sour plums.
   "Yan Ye, dark Chen Cang, right?"
  It's been a long time since Li Qiao called him to Yan Ye. The smiley non-smiling tone and bold eyebrows were engraved in Shang Yu's eyes, which made him feel soft.
  The man's arm was pressed against the wall and crossed her waistline, and he gave his wife a hand into his arms.
  Shang Yu bowed his head and smiled, "How did you find it?"
  Li Qiao held the sour plum slices, glanced at him briefly, and poked his chest with her index finger, "If someone doesn't know..."
  The man pressed her forehead, his lips deepened with a smile, "Well, my fault, I shouldn’t hide it from you."
  Li Qiao raised her chin, "Quickly let go and have some soup."
  Bai Xiaohu, who was still pushing the dining car in the room, was shocked.
  He didn't see the two people embracing outside the door. Instead, he looked at the four pots of oxtail soup on the dining car, dumbfounded.
  What physique? Need to drink so much soup in the middle of the night?
  　 A total of 7000 words in the early morning, the 1000 words owed before have been made up...
  　　 ask for monthly pass~
  　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)