Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Song Ci looked at the time and saw that it was only four o'clock in the afternoon.

Usually at this time, Han Zhan is still working in the company. Why is he back so early today? Song Ci asked Han Zhan: "Brother Han, are you done with work today?"

Han Zhan wanted to tell Song Ci what happened in the company today. When he lowered his head and saw Song Ci's big belly, Han Zhan smiled again and said, "I just remembered that I haven't had a good meal with you for a long time. Listen to Li Li said that pregnant women need to be coaxed, so I went home early today and planned to cook you a dinner."

Han Zhan took out the dessert box he had hidden inside his suit jacket and said, "Look, your favorite chestnut cake."

Song Ci suddenly smiled, a very clean and joyful smile. When she smiled, all the stars in the sky were caught in her eyes. Han Zhan was fascinated by what he saw, and he subconsciously reached out to touch Song Ci's eyes.

Song Ci's smile faded slightly. She didn't speak. She tilted her head and rubbed her cheek under Han Zhan's thumb.

Han Zhan suddenly said: "Corcelain treasure, I love you."

Song Ci was stunned.

After being married for so long, this seems to be the first time Han Zhan has said the words "I love you" to her.

The first moment he heard this, Song Ci was not moved or secretly happy, but confused. "Han Zhan, tell me, what happened." Song Ci looked like a fool, but in fact, he was very careful. Han Zhan was really weird today. Something must have happened to him today.

A man who almost never mentioned the word love suddenly confessed his love, which was definitely arousing.

Han Zhan smiled, "How come nothing escapes your eyes?"

Song Ci was a little proud. She said, "I can read minds. Tell me, what happened today?"

Han Zhan pondered for a moment, but finally chose to tell the truth. "I was shot today." Han Zhan's tone was quite calm, without any fluctuation in his eyes.

But when Song Ci heard the word 'shooting', his rosy cheeks suddenly turned pale.

"Shoot him?" Song Ci held Han Zhan's arm. She looked at Han Zhan's body carefully and anxiously, making sure that there was no blood on Han Zhan's body, and there were no traces of bandages. Song Ci raised her throat. The eyes and the heart suddenly fell back to reality.

"You're not hurt." She looked scared.

Han Zhan had a smile in his eyes. "I'm fine." Holding Song Ci in his arms, Han Zhan told her: "A piece of bulletproof glass in the office was broken. I escaped. Don't worry."

"Have you caught the murderer?" If the murderer is not caught, Song Ci will not be able to sleep peacefully.

"Do you still remember the young man you met in Brunei last time?" Han Zhan stroked Song Ci's belly and said, "He is also the person who came to kill me today."

How could Song Ci not remember!

"Is it Arang? Your half-brother?"

"Um."

Song Ci didn't know how deep Arang's hatred for Han Zhan was. She asked Han Zhan: "Why did Arang suddenly attack you? He hasn't bothered you for so many years. It's too sudden to do this suddenly today." ”

"I don't know that."

Han Zhan pointed to Song Ci's hand on the sofa and said, "The young man wearing the hat in the video you were watching just now is Arang."

"ah?"

Song Ci picked up her phone and watched the video again. After being reminded by Han Zhan, Song Ci also felt that the young man in the video did look a bit like the man from Brunei.

"Can't you catch him?" Song Ci hoped that Han Zhan could catch Arang to avoid future troubles.

Han Zhan shook his head, "Arang is a person trained by Edward. It's not easy to catch him."

Han Zhan saw that Song Ci's brows were frowning, and he could pinch a mosquito to death. He held Song Ci's face, smoothed the wrinkles on her face, and then said: "Don't worry about me, I have an iron wall." You'll be fine."

"It's up to you to take good care of yourself and don't run around recently." Han Zhan kissed Song Ci's lips and sighed: "Song Ci, I will feel at ease only if you mother and daughter are safe."

"Okay, I promise you, I will never go out recently." Song Ci was the best at sizing up the situation. Knowing that Arang was watching from the dark, she would never go out.

Staying with grandpa is definitely the safest.

"Um."

Han Zhan stood up, patted his wrinkled pants, and said, "I'll make it for you if you want to eat."

"Let's see what other ingredients are in the refrigerator first."

"good."

Han Zhan was cooking, and the sun was about to set. The afterglow of the sun fell through the gaps in the forest leaves. The mountainside villa was hidden in the forest with mottled light and shadow, and the smoke was lingering, full of human smoke.

Han Zhan set the table in the small garden, served the dishes, set out the bowls and chopsticks, took off his apron and shouted to Han Aoyu, who was squatting in the vegetable garden planting cabbage: "Grandpa, it's time to eat!"

Then, he shouted into the room: "Corcelain treasure, Uncle Zhong, it's time to eat!"

Han Aoyu returned to the house with a hoe, washed his face, rubbed his hands clean with soap, and then came to the table. Seeing the table full of dishes, Han Aoyu chuckled and said, "The sun is rising in the west today, and you know how to cook."

Han Zhan had a narrow escape today, only to realize that he had neglected his family because he was busy with work. Whether it's Song Ci who is pregnant, or her grandfather who is getting weaker and weaker.

Han Zhan served half a bowl of rice to Han Aoyu and said, "I will have Saturdays and weekends off from now on."

"Hey." Han Aoyu glanced at him and taunted him sarcastically: "Isn't he busier than the president of the country on weekdays? How come you have time to spare?" Every look and every word of Han Aoyu was full of dissatisfaction with Han Zhan.

Han Zhan knew he was wrong, but he didn't refute.

He poured himself a glass of boiled water, held it up, raised the glass to Han Aoyu and apologized, saying: "I am unfilial. I only care about making money and neglecting my family. I will punish myself with a glass of boiled water." After that, Han Zhan raised his head with the glass of boiled water. Drink clean.

Han Aoyu turned his head arrogantly and said proudly: "You can forgive me if you want." Rubbing his hands, Han Aoyu was eager to give it a try. He said: "Give me a bite!"

Han Zhan put down the teacup and said, "Then you'd better not forgive me."

Han Aoyu laughed and muttered something about Han Zhan.

Song Ci watched the interaction between Han Zhan and Han Aoyu with a slight smile on his face, but he understood in his heart the reason for what he did tonight. Because after the disaster, before the threat of death, he thought of home. Xu felt guilty and reluctant, so he cooked a table full of dishes and wanted to accompany her and the old man.

Song Ci poured a cup of chicken soup into the cup and said to Han Zhan, "Come on, Brother Han, let's clink glasses."

"good."

Seeing that they were all toasting, Zhong Buhui poured himself a glass of water and also touched a glass with Han Zhan.

After eating, Han Zhan and Han Aoyu lay side by side on the deck chairs in the garden. There are still mosquitoes in this season. Han Aoyu and Han Zhan each lit a mosquito killer lamp beside their sides, but Han Zhan was naturally attracted to mosquitoes and still got a few big bites.

He sat up and kept swatting the mosquitoes and scratching them.

Han Aoyu suddenly said: "I heard that you were attacked today."

Han Zhan pressed the mosquito bag on his arm with his hard nails and said without raising his head when he heard this: "Grandpa knows?" He thought he could hide it from Han Aoyu.

Han Aoyu snorted, "It's weird if I don't know." Han Aoyu wanted to know one thing, and it was easy.

Han Zhan hummed before saying, "It's Ah Rang."

"Arang?" When Han Aoyu heard this name for the first time, he felt it was unfamiliar, so he asked Han Zhan: "Who is Arang?" From what Han Zhan meant, it seemed that the person who wanted to kill him was an acquaintance.

Han Zhan's expression was indifferent, and he said: "Edward's other child always followed me when he was a child. He was very good-looking, but very timid. Grandpa, do you still remember?"

Han Aoyu thought for a while and then asked: "Is he the little boy who stood far away and secretly observed me?"

"Um."

Han Aoyu couldn't remember the child's appearance, and he didn't know what his relationship was with Han Zhan, so he asked him: "You didn't get along when you were children?"

"We had a good relationship at that time. We agreed that when we grow up and are strong enough, we will escape from that cage. But I was lucky enough to meet you, grandpa. Arang has no backer and no one cares about him. No one took him out of his misery, so he ended up like this."

"Yeah." Han Aoyu didn't discuss the matter any further. He closed his eyes and hummed a piece of Peking Opera. Mr. Han was tone-deaf, and a classic song came out of his mouth, completely changing his appearance. Han Zhan couldn't tell what he was singing.

Han Zhan quickly ran away.

The weather started to get cooler in the morning and evening, and many of Song Ci's clothes were still left in the duplex. Before Han Zhan got off work the next day, Song Ci called him and asked him to go back and help her bring some pairs of flat shoes and early autumn clothes.

Han Zhan asked Long Yu to drive the car into the community. He opened the door and entered the house and went straight upstairs. Han Zhan found a suitcase and put away the beautiful pairs of shoes that Song Ci asked for. He also took five or six sets of autumn clothes, folded them and put them in the suitcase.

He picked up his suitcase and prepared to head to the door of the room.

Holding his hand on the door handle, Han Zhan just pressed the door handle when a slight movement suddenly came from behind him. Han Zhan turned around quickly, raised his left foot at the same time, and kicked it out behind him!

That kick hit a solid chest directly.

"Huh!" A muffled sound followed.

Han Zhan looked intently and saw a gray shadow quickly taking two steps back. His calf hit the bedpost before he steadied himself.

The man raised his hand and touched the corner of his mouth before standing up.

He suddenly raised his head and met Han Zhan's eyes with a pair of gray-blue eyes. Their eyes were exactly the same. The man has blond hair and blue eyes, and a small black mole between his lip and chin, making him look beautiful and enchanting.

The man grinned at Han Zhan and said in a strange tone: "I thought you became a sick man after being discharged from the army, but I didn't expect that you were quite resistant."

Han Zhan stared at the young man and said nothing.

After more than 20 years, this was the first time Han Zhan saw Arang again. The skinny little boy in my memory has really grown up. He is tall and handsome, and there is almost no trace of the familiar feeling from his childhood.

Only the small black mole remained the same as before.

Han Zhan let go of the suitcase, frowned and said, "Ajang, long time no see."

Hearing this long-lost voice, Arang was stunned, and then a look of embarrassment and anger appeared on his face. "I'm not here to catch up with you!" Arang raised his fist again and ran towards Han Zhan at the speed of light.

It's coming fiercely!

Arang's fighting style is very chaotic. He has never learned orthodox Kung Fu. His fighting style is all skills learned in actual combat with others. Every move and every move is a move that can take someone's life!

Arang punched Han Zhan's heart directly.

When that fist hit, Han Zhan's heart would not be broken, but would tremble several times.

Han Zhan put his palm against his chest and struggled to receive the punch, his face changing slightly. He grabbed Arang's arm tightly with his other hand, used his head as a weapon, and hit Arang's head hard.

Arang wanted to let go of Han Zhan, but Han Zhan's hands were like iron pliers, and he would not let go after grabbing Arang.

When fighting, Han Zhan never lets go of any enemy. He will always find the enemy's most fatal weakness in the shortest possible time.

And Arang's shortcomings

When Han Zhan's head hit Arang's nose, he quickly raised his right leg and kicked Arang's left calf.

Letting go of Arang's arm, Han Zhan grabbed Arang's short hair, pulled his hair back along with his scalp, and hit the wall hard several times.

After bumping into each other four or five times in a row, Han Zhan finally grabbed Arang's hair and asked him to raise his face to face him.

Arang's forehead was already bleeding, but there was a ferocious and strange smile on his face.

Arang's smile made Han Zhan extremely uncomfortable.

Han Zhan pressed Arang against the window sill again. He grabbed Arang's wrists with both hands and pressed Arang's waist with his right leg and knee, completely restricting Arang's movements.

Pressing Arang, Han Zhan pressed Arang's face against the window sill with his right hand. He leaned down and said in Arang's ear: "Do you really think I know nothing about your infiltration? You didn't notice, Is there surveillance everywhere in my house?”

Arang yelled angrily: "Are you a pervert? There are surveillance cameras in the room!"

Han Zhan smiled and said, "Which of us is not a pervert?"

Arang said nothing.

Han Zhan stared at Arang's face, hesitating whether to kill him or not.

Arang saw the murderous intent and hesitation in Han Zhan's eyes, but like a crazy lunatic, he deliberately provoked Han Zhan: "Hoff, if you don't kill me, you will definitely kill that stinky bitch Song Ci one day! Don't Forgot, she still has two little ones in her belly!"

"I make one move and gain three lives. I've made a profit!"

The little boy who used to vomit when he woke up at night because he hurt someone actually turned into a murderous demon when he grew up.

Arang's words made Han Zhan murderous.

Han Zhan took out the dagger in his pocket and was about to stab Arang's throat when he suddenly felt something under his knee. Han Zhan looked at Arang's waist in confusion. Through the thin fabric of his clothes, Han Zhan saw the outline of a pistol.

Arang was still scolding Han Zhan fiercely: "Come on! Just stab me to death! You abandoned me back then and went to glory and wealth alone. You can definitely kill me now! Why are you hesitating? Just pass through with a knife!" "

"The pretentiousness is disgusting!"

Ah Rang raised his neck and told Han Zhan considerately: "Come on, stab me in the neck, just hit the main artery, you will die the fastest!"

Han Zhan stared at Arang's angry face. After a while, he suddenly put away the knife and let go of Arang. Han Zhan took a step back, leaned against the wall, and looked at Arang with complicated eyes.

Seeing Han Zhan suddenly stop his hand, Arang was stunned for a moment. He stood up cursing, sat on the window sill, and asked Han Zhan with a sneer: "Why, you don't dare to kill me? You are so cowardly."

Han Zhan played with the knife in his hand. His voice was not high, but not low either. He said, "You didn't shoot me."

Arang's weird smile just froze on his face. "What?" Arang pretended not to understand.

Han Zhan glanced at Arang's waist and reminded him: "You have a gun. Why didn't you shoot me?"

Ah Rang's expression changed and became arrogant and disdainful. He said, "You are not worthy of my taking out my gun!"

Arang's expression was hateful and ferocious, which reminded Han Zhan of the cat that Mr. Shuu had raised many years ago. It looked mighty and domineering, but as soon as you poked its belly, it would immediately want to hug or lift it up.

Han Zhan suddenly laughed and said, "Arang, you are a good boy."

Being teased, Ajan started to curse again: "Son of a bitch, Hof, XX" Ajan cursed from English to Italian, then to German, and then came a sentence in Chinese: "I am thirty-two years old. Be good to your mother!"

Han Zhan laughed muffledly. "You were very boring when you were a child, but now you are very articulate."

Arang simply kept silent.

Han Zhan lowered his eyes and saw Arang's left leg twitching unconsciously. But even though his calf was throbbing in pain, Arang's face looked calm, as if he had not been injured.

He has learned to be patient, and has learned to break his teeth and swallow them.

Han Zhan suddenly said: "Alan, leave Italy and live with me."

Arang looked at Han Zhan blankly, his eyes slightly red.

He rubbed his nose and turned to look at the scenery of the community outside the window. After a few seconds, he whispered: "Hoff, there is no way to treat people with rotten bones." Even if he scraped the bones and cut the flesh, he was lucky enough to save his life. That rotten bone is still missing a piece and will never grow back.

He has become one with hell. He was born as a ghost in hell and died as a handful of ashes in hell.

He couldn't leave.

He was already rotten there.

Upon hearing Arang's answer, Han Zhan felt uncomfortable. He was once again extremely grateful to Han Aoyu for finding him, bringing him back, and teaching him carefully. Otherwise, Han Zhan will definitely grow into a more twisted and evil person than Arang.

Han Zhan raised his hand and wanted to touch Arang's hair. He stretched out his hand halfway, but finally took it back.

Noticing that Han Zhan's hand had been put down, Arang leaned on his shoulders and remained silent.

Han Zhan suddenly asked Arang: "Arang, do you want to see your mother?"

This topic jumped a bit fast, and Arang couldn't keep up with Han Zhan's rhythm. Blinking his eyes, Arang was confused and asked: "My mother?"

Seeing that Arang seemed stupid, Han Zhan smiled and said, "I investigated your mother's identity many years ago, and I finally found out the identity of your mother the year before last." Han Zhan told Arang: "The information is in my study. , I’ll get it for you.”

"Who wants it!" Arang opened his mouth to refuse, but the bottom of his butt seemed to be coated with glue and stuck to the window sill, unable to get off.

Han Zhan turned around and went to the study room, where he found the document.

The study opened a crack, and Han Zhan threw the documents through the crack. He closed the door, stood behind it, and listened. After a while, he heard footsteps coming out of his master bedroom.

The footsteps stopped for a moment when they reached the door of the study, and then went downstairs.

After a while, Han Zhan opened the door and saw that the ground was clean but the documents were missing.

-

Arang returned to the hotel with the documents.

After taking a shower and drinking a glass of red wine, he calmed down and opened the document.

Gao Yunyun——

Female, born in 1969, currently lives in Qinshui Town.

Thirty years ago, she became a female singer in Hong Kong. After five years of debut, she quietly retired from the industry. Now married, he has a daughter.

After investigation, Gao Yunyun became a female singer at the age of 18. At the age of 19, she was given to her partner Edward by her boss at a dinner party. The two spent three days and two nights together. In 1988, Gao Yunyun secretly gave birth to a child. Before the baby was born, Edward sent someone to pick up the child.

Arang finished reading the document, tightened his bathrobe, lay on the sofa, and fell asleep uneasily.

In the water town of Jiangnan, August is rainy and hazy, like a fairyland imprisoned in the human world.

Arang was wearing a crow-blue silk shirt and holding a handmade black oil-paper umbrella with a crane painted on it. He has blond hair and blue eyes, deep and upright features, and his thin and handsome figure shuttles on the smooth stone road, breaking the quiet Jiangnan town.

In this peaceful and beautiful town, a beautiful man suddenly came, and soon the news spread further and further.

This afternoon, the cram school for senior high school students in Qinshui Town Middle School was on holiday.

Zhong Ling'er got off school and walked to the school gate. He saw his parents standing next to the car, waiting for him to finish school. She ran up to her mother in small steps, hugged her and said coquettishly: "Mom, I miss you so much."

Her mother Gao Yunyun was about to laugh when she heard her daughter Zhong Ling'er say: "I really want to eat the Coke chicken wings and fried rice cakes you made!"

Gao Yunyun shook her head helplessly, holding Zhong Ling'er's hand and getting into the car. Gao's father followed their mother and daughter with a smile, looking upright and talkative. In the distance, a handsome young man stood under a tree, looking at the car driving away from a distance. In his eyes, the green mountains and green waters of the Jiangnan town appeared, misty and sparkling.

Zhong Ling'er sat in the car and said to Gao Yunyun: "Mom, they said that a handsome guy came to our town. He looks like a European and American star. Have you seen it? I will go to the town to take a look at him during the holiday tomorrow. look."

As soon as Father Zhong heard his daughter mention the handsome guy, he felt panicked. How can my daughter fall in love when she is still so young? "You will be in your third year of high school soon. Studying hard is the only serious thing. Why are you looking at this handsome guy?"

Sticking out her tongue at her serious and old-fashioned father, Zhong Ling'er held her mother's hand again and said, "Mom, do you want me to see the handsome guy? I will go and have a look, take a look, secretly take a photo, and encourage me to study hard in the future." He is worthy of a super handsome man."

"You are the only one who is wrong."

After returning home and waiting for Zhong Ling'er to go to bed, Gao Yunyun finished taking a shower and threw the clothes into the washing machine. She came to the living room to get a glass of water, walked behind the window to drink water, and when she lowered her head, she saw a tall young man standing in the yard of her home.

The moon exuded bright light, and behind the man, darkness spread all over the ground.

The young man stood under the moonlight, as beautiful as a crown jade, but his body was shrouded in sadness.

Gao Yunyun was startled.

They are all houses in the ancient town, exclusive single-family houses, and the courtyards are all within the courtyard gate.

The young man came in over the wall.

But the strange thing is that Gao Yunyun only calmed down after the initial shock. Across the moonlight, Gao Yunyun and the young man looked at each other from a distance. When she came to her senses, the young man had already left, and her face was filled with tears for some reason.

The next morning, Gao Yunyun got up early and took a thermos pot to buy tofu pudding from Uncle Wang in Zhenkou. She was wearing a white cheongsam and embroidered shoes, with a narrow waist and a graceful figure when she walked. Many men were peeking at her.

She is a woman in her fifties, her temperament is still very elegant, and her figure is also very delicate and delicate. Lao Zhong is really blessed.

Gao Yunyun walked to Uncle Wang's stall and said, "Pack three portions of tofu pudding."

"Okay, Yunyun, do you want fried dough sticks and moyuan?"

"I want three." After a pause, Gao Yunyun added, "Bring me some more rice cakes. I'll fry them myself when I get home."

"okay!"

Uncle Wang was quick and quickly prepared what Gao Yunyun needed.

Gao Yunyun was carrying her things and saw light rain falling in the sky again. She opened an oil paper umbrella and walked along the narrow alley. After walking for a while, Gao Yunyun saw a young man in white walking towards him.

Staring at the outline of the young man's facial features, Gao Yunyun stood there in panic.

"Be careful." The young man caught the rice cake that almost fell to the ground in Gao Yunyun's hand.

Gao Yunyun came back to her senses and thanked him hurriedly: "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

The young man crossed over and left.

The young man walked five or six steps when Gao Yunyun suddenly turned around and called to the young man. "Wait a moment, sir."

Ah Rang paused, then slowly turned back and looked at Gao Yunyun.

"Sir, have you been following me these past few days?" Gao Yunyun had long discovered the young man's existence. He always appeared beside her inadvertently these days and could not be ignored.

Arang suddenly took out a handkerchief from his pocket. The handkerchief was bought in an embroidery shop in the town. It was embroidered with a proud red plum. Arang handed the handkerchief to Gao Yunyun and asked sheepishly: "Are you Gao Yunyun?"

Gao Yunyun nodded, "I am."

Arang smiled and told Gao Yunyun: "Hello, I'm your fan. I especially like your song "Yesterday Never Comes"." Arang hummed a few lines of "Yesterday Never Comes", and then sang in Gao Yunyun's voice. Yunyun looked at her in astonishment and asked politely: "Can you sign your name for me?"

Gao Yunyun was stunned. "Are you my fan?"

"yes."

When Gao Yunyun was young, she was a little singer. Later, before she became famous, she quit the music industry and got married.

Gao Yunyun was flattered to be able to meet her fan after so many years, and he was still a young and handsome foreign man. There was a pen in her clutch bag. Gao Yunyun took the handkerchief from Arang's hand and signed her name on the counter of a nearby canteen.

Arang looked at her signature and focused expression, and slowly lowered his head.

"Okay." Gao Yunyun handed the handkerchief to Alan.

Arang lowered his head and saw that it was written on the handkerchief——

I wish you peace and success, no worries in your life, and a long life - Gao Yunyun.

This really doesn't look like a signed blessing from an idol to his fans.

Arang took the handkerchief with both hands and was not in a hurry to fold it, but was waiting for the writing on it to dry. Gao Yunyun looked at him for a while and suddenly said: "Meeting is fate, sir, let me treat you to breakfast."

Arang looked at her with a complicated expression.

Gao Yunyun explained: "I have retired from the industry for many years, and it is an honor for me that someone still remembers me. Sir, I would like to treat you to breakfast. Are you willing to reward me?"

Oddly enough, Arang nodded.

They were sitting in a breakfast shop.

The xiaolongbao in the small drawer grid is round and white, very cute and delicious just by looking at it.

Gao Yunyun used clean chopsticks to pick up a small steamed bun and placed it on the plate in front of Arang. "Sir, these steamed dumplings are very delicious. If you dip them in some sauce, they will be even more delicious."

Ah Rang stared at the steamed buns, lost his mind for a while, then picked up the steamed buns, dipped some sauce in them, and stuffed them into his mouth.

The rich onion-flavored meat flavor fills your mouth.

Ah Rang was chewing Xiao Long Bao when his eyes suddenly blurred.

Gao Yunyun stared at the handsome man Qing Jun, feeling a little jealous. In that drawer of steamed dumplings, eight of them went into Arang's belly. After finishing the xiaolongbao, Arang put down his chopsticks and wiped his lips gracefully with a tissue. Then he slowly stood up and bent down to say goodbye.

"Thanks for the treat, the xiaolongbao is delicious."

Arang's eyelashes fluttered, and then he said: "Then, Ms. Gao Yunyun, I will take my leave."

Just as Arang was about to leave, Gao Yunyun suddenly became excited and pinched Arang's wrist.

Arang was stunned.

He lowered his head and looked at Gao Yunyun without speaking.

Gao Yunyun realized that she was being abrupt, and she quickly said, "I still have some gifts I want to give you."

Arang asked softly: "What is it?"

Gao Yunyun opened her clutch bag and took out a jade pendant from it. She put the jade pendant into Arang's hand and said, "This is a peace pendant. It's not valuable. I went to the temple to ask for it last time." Yes. It's fate that we meet here. I have nothing else to give, so please accept this jade pendant."

Gao Yunyun took another deep look at Arang, then picked up her bag and walked out of the breakfast shop.

After Arang watched Gao Yunyun's figure disappear at the door of the breakfast shop, he opened his palms and looked down at the little dragon jade pendant on it.

Arang suddenly took out his mobile phone and searched a question on Baidu——

In August 1988, what was the zodiac sign?

Answer: Dragon.

Arang held the jade pendant, and suddenly his eyes became blurred.

He folded the handkerchief, put it in his pocket, and hung the jade pendant around his neck. Then he returned to the B\u0026B, checked out the house, and left China. At the airport, Arang took his mobile phone, sent a text message to Han Zhan, and left.

The Naples International Airport was crowded with people. Alan carried a small bag and got into an off-road vehicle.

The car drove around the city for more than forty minutes and finally stopped in front of a mansion. He got out of the car, put his hands in his pockets, and walked into the house.

Passing by the swimming pool and seeing a man doing morning exercises in the pool, Agen stopped and respectfully shouted in the direction of the swimming pool: "Ceciliao, where is father?"

Cecilio emerged from the swimming pool, wearing only a pair of swimming trunks. His chest and abdominal muscles were very sharp, with two bullet scars on them. He shook his hair, water splashed everywhere, and the man was full of lust.

Staring at Ajan deeply, Cecilio suddenly asked: "Ajan, who did you go to see?"

Cecilio has eyes as sharp as an eagle. With just one glance, he noticed the changes in Arang.

There were some inexplicable emotions on his body. That is an emotion they should never have!

Arang's heart trembled, and he replied calmly: "The mission failed."

Cecilio raised his eyebrows and said expressionlessly: "Go and take the blame yourself."

"yes."

Naples is in southern Italy, close to the Mediterranean Sea. The houses here are all in the Mediterranean standard architectural style. Arang walked into a small building with white walls and red bricks. When he heard the noise, he took off his shoes and stepped on the wooden floor to the second floor.

A shirtless man, with his back to Arang, was sitting on the sofa in the hall on the second floor, taking care of his beloved gun. On the side, a sexy girl was holding a bottle of whiskey in her hand, kneeling on the ground and pouring wine for him.

He assembled the gun and put the muzzle against the girl's chin.

The girl looked at him charmingly, then opened her mouth and took the initiative to bite the muzzle of the gun.

The man sneered and pushed her down.

Arang stood there and watched them misbehaving.

When everything was over, the girl dragged her weak body away, and the man picked up the bathrobe on the ground and put it on.

He stood up and turned around, revealing a pair of majestic and cold handsome faces. He is nearly sixty years old, but there are not many traces of age on the man's face. Coupled with his self-discipline in life, his figure and mental outlook are like those of a forty-year-old man.

Squinting his gray-blue eyes, Edward poured a glass of wine and handed it to Alan.

Arang caught the wine with both hands and did not dare to drink.

"I heard that your mission failed this time?" Edward's face was expressionless, but Agen's hand holding the wine glass was trembling slightly. He nodded slightly and said, "I'm sorry, Father, I was negligent in my duty."

Edward asked: "Why failed!"

Arang was silent for a moment and then said: "The lone wolf is Hof."

"That little beast!" Edward snorted coldly. He took the wine from Agen's hand and put it on the table. After touching the mouth of the cup, Edward suddenly turned around, raised the gun in his hand, and shot Arang!

The bullet penetrated the abdomen and tore Arang's intestines.

Arang immediately knelt down, not daring to say a word or cover the wound with his hands.

Adhua walked over with the wine and poured the glass of whiskey directly on Ajan's wound. The wound was washed away by wine, and the heart-wrenching pain was suffocating.

Arang's face was distorted in pain, sweat was on his forehead, and his face was as pale as a dead person in a coffin in a funeral home, but he still apologized respectfully: "I'm sorry, it's my incompetence."

"waste!"

Edward lifted his feet, crossed the pool of blood on the ground, and walked away.