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Ye Lingyuan felt a lump in his throat. He paused for a moment before speaking again.

"Xiran, I hope you can take good care of yourself. Because, this is responsible not only for yourself, but also for your child. "

Just as he said that, the phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated.

"Leader …"

When he saw the phone number, he immediately stood up, and his face instantly became serious.

"Ye Lingyuan, return to the team immediately."

Hearing his words, Ye Lingyuan could not help but tighten his face and calmly agree.

"Yes."

"Xiran, take good care of yourself."

After hanging up, he looked down at Gu Xiran, who was walking towards the kitchen, with a complicated expression.

"…"

Gu Xiran didn't turn around, but his footsteps became sluggish.

His heart was inexplicably pricked.

Ye Lingyuan stepped out of the door and into the rain.

When Gu Xiran turned around, he was no longer there.

"..."

Yunjing.

Junyue Hotel.

Gu Anhe sat on the sofa in the living room with his legs crossed and a charming posture.

After the phone went down again, it became a lot quieter.

The heavy rain continued to wash through the French windows, as if tears were flowing down her face.

The air was filled with sorrow and coldness.

Gu Anhe's dark blue eyes were bloodshot. When they looked at each other, it seemed especially terrifying.

The assistant came over and poured him some grinded coffee.

"First Young Master, the weather forecast shows that the typhoon will leave the Yunjing at 4 PM …"

The implied meaning was that he could make his move after four o'clock.

Gu Anhe raised his eyebrows, his gaze was cold and evil. Looking over, the assistant felt like a venomous snake biting his neck. His heart tightened as he lowered his head in panic.

"…"

Gu Anhe let go of his crossed legs, turned on the TV and picked up the coffee cup.

The hubbub from the television had broken the cold air, and the scene of the disaster appeared on the screen.

Although Yunjing was inland and the disaster was not as serious as that of the coastal city, landslides and mudslides caused by the flash flood frequently appeared. The number of affected people is still rising.

A large number of disaster relief personnel actively rushed to the various disaster locations, braving the storm and torrential rain to begin the rescue work.

The screen flashed by, Gu Anhe's pupils suddenly contracted.

He seemed to see a familiar face.

Ye Lingyuan.

Unexpectedly, he also participated in the rescue.

However, this scene flashed by too quickly, and he didn't even have time to look at it carefully before he was gone.

Gu Anhe sipped his coffee.

The black coffee slid down his throat.

He had always disliked black coffee, but now it was the bitterness that released his taut nerves.

The heavens in his heart had intertwined these past two days, and his heart had never made the final decision.

Pear City.

Can you go back?

I'm afraid I won't be able to go back?

Buzz buzz …

The sound of his cell phone vibrating passed through the noisy television and reached his ears.

The assistant's cell phone rang.

He saw the phone number and immediately looked at Gu Anhe.

"Eldest young master, this …"

"…"

Gu Anhe Sen's cold eyes swept over him, and a vicious aura surrounded him.

"Your Majesty …"

The assistant answered nervously.

"Let Gu Anhe answer the phone."

Bo Yuheng stood in front of his desk. The office was in chaos. Fragments of porcelain and paper littered the floor.

Anger ignited the ends of his eyebrows.

In the air, the sound of crackling sparks could be heard.

Five minutes ago, he received a message that the money in his secret account had been taken away.

The other party was too mysterious, so it was impossible for him to find out.

I don't know where the money ended up.

Other than himself, only Lin Yifei and Gu Anhe knew of this account.

Lin Yifei was dead, and Gu Anhe was the only one left.

His first thought was to find Gu Anhe.

"Yes."

The assistant replied fearfully, then handed the phone over to Gu Anhe.

"Eldest Young Master, the king is looking for you."

"…"

Unexpectedly, Gu Anhe didn't say a word and didn't pick up the phone.

"Eldest young master, the king is looking for you …"

The assistant opened his mouth again and his entire body bent almost 90 degrees.

"…"

Gu Anhe was still expressionless, as if he had been completely blocked out and was immersed in his own world.

"Eldest Young Master …"

The assistant did not expect Gu Anhe to be so bold as to refuse Bo Yuheng's call. His body stiffened and a layer of dense cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Scram!"

Gu Anhe glanced over with a gaze as cold as an evil demon. His thin lips moved, and he arrogantly spat out a word.

This sound was not loud.

However, Bo Yuheng heard it clearly.

"Gu Anhe …"

He gnashed his teeth and roared.

The assistant's hand went numb, and the phone in his hand almost fell off.

"Eldest Young Master …"

Gu Anhe's eyes were ruthless as he shot a cold glare at him.

At this moment, the assistant was like a sandwich in the hands of Bo Yuheng and Gu Anhe. Two flames of anger attacked him, and he was drenched in sweat.

With a thump, he kneeled on the ground.

The phone in his hand fell and landed beside Gu Anhe's feet.

Gu Anhe lowered his eyes and took a glance. Then, he raised his foot and his face distorted.

His cell phone was being stepped on bit by bit.

Du du du...

The cold mechanical voice reached Bo Yuheng's ears. He flew into a rage and angrily smashed his phone forward.

The papers scattered on the floor flew past Bo Yuheng's line of sight like an avalanche.1

Avalanche.

It was a good description of Bo Yuheng's current situation.

The people around him all began to silently resist.

Now, even Gu Anhe did not answer his call.

It's only been two days.

He had actually changed so much?

What was the problem?

Bo Yuheng didn't understand and didn't have the mood to think about it.

Anger had burned his reason.

Bang bang bang.

Someone knocked on the door.

Bo Yuheng's anger, which was burning hotter and hotter, poured towards the door.

"Come in."

Fu Qinglun pushed open the door of the office gently. He couldn't help but be shocked when he saw the scene in front of him.

The floor was littered with fragments and papers as if an intense war had taken place.

He pretended not to see anything and respectfully opened his mouth.

"My lord, the queen's coffin is to be sent to the crematorium."

"…"

Bo Yuheng cast a sidelong glance at him. The anger in his eyes made Fu Qinglun tense up. In his heart, he wondered what had made him so angry.

Outside, the sun was slanting in, and tiny motes of dust could be seen floating in the air.

On such a sunny day, Bo Yuheng felt chills all over his body. The chilliness had seeped into his bones.

Fu Qinglun saw that he didn't respond, so he didn't say anything else. He just stood quietly at the door, waiting patiently.

A moment later.

Bo Yuheng finally responded.

"Let's go."

"Yes."

Fu Qinglun answered and then stood aside, waiting for him to leave.

He hesitated whether he should call someone in to clean up, but Bo Yuheng had already walked out.

Seeing that, Fu Qinglun lightly closed the door and followed her out.

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