256: C256 Tracking

C256 Tracking

Every once in a while, Ling Yao would go to Star Gazing Manor to inspect. Everyone was used to this. Laecia was not used to Ling Yao disappearing for the next few days, although she was not used to it. She did not protest much and accepted Ling Yao's arrangement.

Hai Xiaomin was in the room packing the things she needed to bring this time.

As for the Star Gazing Manor... Hai Xiaomin had a special nostalgic feeling in her heart. Before the engagement between her and Qiao Tianqi was canceled, there was a car accident. Ling Yao, who passed by, rescued her and brought her to the Star Gazing Manor to rest for a few days.

That time was also the first time she and Ling Yao had a relationship.

Recalling the past, a string of phone ringing interrupted her thoughts.

Seeing that familiar and unfamiliar phone number, Hai Xiaomin's beautiful little face was like constipation as she tied a knot!

The reason why she was unfamiliar was because she had never given this number a note. The reason why it was familiar was that in the past few days, this number would pop up every few days to pollute her eyes!

Hai Xiaomin was frustrated and hung up the phone with a raise of her hand. After thinking about it, she decided to blacklist first. Otherwise, this fellow would not stop. Who would be like him, inviting a meal was like asking for a debt!

"Min, are you ready?" Ling Yao appeared at the door of the room. His short hair was neat and neat. He was tall and lean, leaning against the door frame. He was single in the pocket of his pants. He was born with a manner of clothing. Every move he made felt like he was filming a fashion blockbuster!

"It's done!" Hai Xiaomin smiled and stuffed the last change of clothes into her suitcase.

"Put it on. Someone will bring it to the car later." Ling Yao reached out a hand to her with a doting smile on his lips. Hai Xiaomin walked up with light steps and put her hand into the man's palm. She let him hold her hand and walked out together with him.

The wide corridor was bright and the floor was clear enough to illuminate people.

The two of them walked happily. Suddenly, Ling Yao stopped and stared at a figure in front of him. Hai Xiaomin looked at him strangely.

On the opposite side of the corridor, the person who came was Ian.

This man had lived on the 39th floor for so many days, but Hai Xiaomin rarely heard him speak. Usually, he would either be by Laecia's side or he would be by her side. He seldom interacted with others.

But for some reason, they similarly did not interact, but she kept feeling that the atmosphere between the other party and Ling Yao was a little strange.

Ian stood on the other side of the corridor. His black eyes did not seem to have any human emotions. He looked at Ling Yao indifferently. The latter's eyes were also indifferent, but there was a trace of concentration in them compared to Ling Yao's. He also had a sense of arrogance that was above others.

They looked at each other in silence for a few seconds. The atmosphere was strangely silent.

Just as Hai Xiaomin was about to greet him to ease the awkwardness, Ian slowly moved his feet and stood at the side of the corridor. He respectfully lowered his head and said, "Young Master."

Ling Yao pulled Hai Xiaomin and continued forward. When they passed by Ian, they still looked straight ahead.

When the two of them completely left their line of sight, Ian raised his head and was prepared to continue forward with a calm expression. Unexpectedly, he turned around and bumped into a pair of blue eyes with a smile that was not a smile.

Laecia crossed her arms in front of her chest. "How is it? Are you willing?"

As an adopted son, when she faced Nazhi, who was the heir of the orthodox bloodline, her status was like that of a servant. If it were her, she would have been unwilling to accept it. She would have schemed to trample Nazhi under her feet, wouldn't she?

"I am not you." Ian coldly spat out a sentence and walked past the woman.

Laecia bit her lips in annoyance and coldly snorted, "For the rest of my life. Useless trash!"

"He called you young master just now?" In the elevator, Hai Xiaomin was silent for a moment and still asked curiously, wasn't Ian Laecia's bodyguard?

Ling Yao slanted his eyes and said coldly: "His full name is Ian Nazhi."

Nazhi!

Hai Xiaomin was shocked when she heard this. Ian was also a member of the Nazhi family. No wonder these two had a similar temperament!

Were they brothers? No, she didn't hear Ling Yao mention that he had brothers. He called her young master. Even if they were related by blood, they should be distant.

It was the first time these two had formally communicated with each other in so many days. It was no wonder that Hai Xiaomin only found out about the other party's true identity today.1

Then, she thought of something and her expression slightly froze.

The other party's surname was Nazhi, but he was Laecia's bodyguard. This meant that anything was obvious!

These two people represented the two big families. It was the old man who arranged Ian to be by Laecia's side. She suddenly understood why the two people with the same surname, Nazhi, did not communicate these days.

At this moment, Hai Xiaomin felt Ling Yao holding her hand tightly. The man's calm and deep gaze clearly conveyed a message to her. She did not need to care about other people's attitudes. She only needed him by her side.

The two of them got into the car and headed to Star Gazing Manor. This time, Jess did not go with them. There were two cars escorting them from the front and back.

The car drove out of the city. Hai Xiaomin was about to lean against Ling Yao to take a nap when the bodyguard suddenly sent a message, "Boss, there's a car following us from behind!"

Ling Yao turned his head and his gaze landed on the rearview mirror. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure! We have been following us since we left LY Plaza!" The bodyguard replied.

Ling Yao's black, deep eyes narrowed dangerously, and he said calmly: "Then I will deal with him!"

He wanted to see who was following them so brazenly!

Ling Yao's motorcade started to set up a net and deliberately drove towards a more remote road. Other than the car at the front and Ling Yao and Hai Xiaomin's car, the other three cars started to slow down and pincer the other three cars.

This scene was not unfamiliar to Hai Xiaomin. When she went to visit Tang Xuan and returned to San Francisco, she was forced to stop the car and take it away in this way.

Through the rearview mirror, she could see that the other party's car was in a stalemate with Ling Yao's men for a while. She did not know if it was because she panicked and did not operate properly, but she actually hit the fence.

Seeing this, Hai Xiaomin's eyebrows twisted. Could it be that someone died?

Hai Xiaomin's car also stopped. It was just that the parking spot was a distance away from the accident site. Seeing Ling Yao sitting in the car without moving, she could only wait. She didn't stretch her neck and look outside the window.

After a while, she saw the bodyguards walking towards them with a man with a bleeding head on his back.

"Boss, he is alone. There are no weapons and no camera equipment in the car!" The bodyguard reported.

He's not a dangerous person, nor is he a paparazzi?

Ling Yao leaned back in the car and the window rolled down, revealing his cold eyes. He casually glanced at the other party. "Who are you?"

In this car accident, the man might have been badly injured. He hung his head weakly, but his mind was still clear. When he heard the sound, he looked up. Half of his face was covered with blood, but his eyes were full of vigor. He was staring at Ling Yao.

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