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C1035

Yunjing 101.

When Lu Yiyao returned to the 66th floor, Ding Mo stood up to greet him.

"CEO, I've found it."

"Let's talk inside."

Lu Yiyao reached out and pushed open the door to the CEO's office.

The two of them walked in.

"CEO, the reason Lin Ran is so nervous about Ye Weilan is all because of the Soul Devouring Parasite …"

Ding Mo stood in front of Lu Yiyao's wide desk with a serious expression.

"Soul Devouring Parasite?"

Lu Yiyao's dark and narrow eyes contracted as a cold light flashed in the depths of his eyes.

"How could Xu Jianan be such a sinister creature?"

"Yun Muliu probably taught her that?"

Ding Mo guessed.

"Does Ye Xiaochen know about this?"

Lu Yiyao asked again.

"Not clear? But I think he knows something so big. "

Ding Mo said uncertainly.

"Since he knows about it, how can he just ignore it?"

Lu Yiyao's stern face was instantly covered with a layer of ice, and his eyebrows were extremely sharp.

"Maybe he has other ideas …"

Ding Mo saw that he was angry and his face became heavier.

"Besides the person who planted the Gu, who else can remove the Gu?"

"Young Master Xiao can, but with his current physical condition, I'm afraid he can't."

"…"

Lu Yiyao went silent and turned on the computer. The fingers of his right hand lightly tapped on the table.

"I understand. You can leave now."

"Yes, CEO."

Ding Mo did not relax even after he left the door. He sat down on the workstation and sighed in his heart.

"Soul Devouring Parasite? "How did Xu Jianan become so sinister?"

In the end, the human heart was the most complicated thing in the world, and also the thing that was the most difficult to see clearly.

In the CEO's office.

"Since Ye Xiaochen doesn't care, then why should I do anything unnecessary?"

Lu Yiyao's knocking fingers finally stopped. His deep eyes narrowed as he gathered his thoughts and got busy.

"..."

Yunjing.

Tianhe Tea House.

Xia Bozhong walked into the reserved room with his assistant.

String music made of silk bamboo, and the fragrance of tea wafted in the air.

Xia Bozhong sat at the head of the table and started making tea himself.

A moment later.

The assistant opened the door and respectfully greeted him.

"Manager Xia, Fu Gong is here."

"Quick, invite him in."

Xia Bozhong raised his hand. Between his brows, there was a trace of depression.

"Yes."

The assistant answered and opened the door completely. He extended his hand and made the invitation.

"Fu Gong, please come in."

"Alright."

The reply sounded a little hoarse, revealing a hint of weariness.

Xia Bozhong stood up from the teahouse and personally greeted them.

"Jianming, long time no see."

"Old Xia, what brings you here?"

Fu Jianming replied with a smile.

The two old friends shook hands warmly.

"I have something to discuss with you …"

Xia Bozhong then invited him to take a seat on the tea table. The small teapot on the stove had already started emitting white smoke and the tea was boiling.

Fu Jianming sat in front of him and asked while watching him make tea.

"Old Xia, I've already heard about your family matters. My condolences."

"Jianming, thank you for your concern." "Sigh …"

Xia Bozhong frowned and sighed.

"Old Xia, people can't be revived even if they die, you have to open up a bit more."

In the end, they were friends for many years. Fu Jianming spoke sincerely.

"At my age, my life and death are at stake."

Xia Bozhong curled his lips and smiled wryly.

He was only in his early fifties, but his two wives had left him. His only son had also died. This was quite 'pitiful'.

"Old Xia, don't be too sad. Just wait for a while and find another one."

Fu Jianming comforted her in a low voice.

"How could I have such a mood now …"

Xia Bozhong smiled bitterly.

"Old Xia, you can't be too pessimistic. The road ahead is still long."

"Let's talk about it in the future …" "Come, have some tea …"

Xia Bozhong placed the white porcelain teacup that was filled with golden tea soup in front of Fu Jianming.

"Tea …"

Fu Jianming picked up the small cup of tea and placed it between his nose and fanned it with his hand.

"As expected of the famous tea in Yunjing …"

"I know you like Pine Mountain Cloud. Quickly, try it …"

Xia Bozhong also picked up a small white porcelain teacup and slowly sipped on it.

"Old Xia, if I'm not wrong, this should be top quality …"

"Yes." "That's right."

Xia Bozhong said affirmatively.

"This top grade Free Cloud Sect has very little production per year …"

"If you like it, I still have some. You can take them all back later."

"No, how embarrassing …"

"You're being courteous to me?"

Xia Bozhong raised his eyebrows as his gaze turned sullen.

Fu Jianming laughed and said.

"Then I'll accept it."

"You …"

Xia Bozhong raised his head and waved it.

A tea artist came over and served many of Fu Jianming's favorite refreshments.

After that, Xia Bozhong motioned for them to leave. Even the assistant walked out and stood guard at the door of the private room.

"Jianming, how has your work been recently?"

"Are you busy these past few days?"

Fu Jianming replied without any guard. He took a piece of tea paste to eat before taking a light bite, and a burst of fragrance immediately filled his mouth.

"Is that so?"

Xia Bozhong poured tea for him again. Then he added.

"No wonder you look tired."

"Old Xia, to tell you the truth, I haven't closed my eyes for two days …"

Fu Jianming said helplessly.

"I heard that Yunjing Number 1 dug out an ancient tomb. Could it be that you …"

Xia Bozhong frowned and said with a face full of suspicion.

"You're really well-informed …"

Fu Jianming finished the rest of the tea ointment in his hand and took a sip of the 'Pine Mountain Cloud'.

"It's not Spiritual Arts …"

Xia Bozhong's expression changed as a layer of gloominess appeared on his face.

"That's …"

"It was personally told to me by the owner of 'Yunjing number 1' …"

"The owner of Yunjing number one? Li City 'Director Gu? "

Fu Jianming was confused, but what could he guess in his heart?

"That's right, that's him."

Xia Bozhong's mood seemed to be even worse as his hand holding the teacup slightly trembled. The teaspoon rippled and spilled a few drops onto his hand. He slowly put it down, and his deep eyes met Fu Jianming's doubtful gaze.

"Jianming, is there really an ancient tomb at the bottom of Yunjing No.1's construction site?"

"Old Xia …"

Fu Jianming looked troubled. No matter what industry it was, they all had their own professional ethics and a firm bottom line.

"Jianming, we've known each other for so many years, I won't beat around the bush with you anymore. Was it Director Gu's intention that I met you? Do you understand what I mean? "

"Director Gu?"

"Since it is inconvenient for him to appear, he entrusted me with the task."

Xia Bozhong picked up the white porcelain tea cup that was put down and took a sip. When the top-grade famous tea entered his mouth, it had a bitter taste to it.

"He's looking for me? "Why?"

Fu Jianming's heart skipped a beat and became more and more sure of his guess.

"Old Xia, Yunjing No.1 has already been carefully investigated since the beginning of the bidding. "The report did not find any ancient tombs …"0

"That's the direction they're digging in, fifty meters to the west …"

After Fu Jianming finished speaking, he realized that he had leaked his mouth. His expression turned slightly awkward.

No matter how deep their friendship was, he shouldn't reveal anything about the investigation.

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