Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Outside.

Everyone was thinking hard about the mystery inside. In front of the black Rolls-Royce, the old man sat in the car and said expressionlessly: "Tell me. Why did you miss the shot?"

"No reason."

He looked deeply at the person who refused to tell the truth, his eyes full of disappointment: "Where did you go after you threw away my hands tonight?"

"Go out for a walk." The overly cold temperament of the young man standing next to the car was not similar to his, but Shi Lao saw the shadow of his own youth in him.

Probably because of the one or two similarities, he softened his sharp eyebrows and warned coldly: "Don't play tricks behind my back. I asked you to come back to help me, not to make you go against me."

He saw that Ye Wangchuan did not answer.

Then he raised his eyebrows and said: "The Erin family is still valuable. In the future... forget it, I will tell you about the future in the future."

His eyes were burning: "Anyway... Wangchuan, don't let grandpa down again!"

There are no outsiders here, and he can openly call out the name behind the Earl of Reims to show his closeness.

But after a brief closeness, he gave another cold warning: "What happened tonight is only for once, and it won't be the same next time."

Ye Wangchuan watched the Rolls-Royce leave his sight, and saw his car slowly driving in front of him and the driver stopped.

He opened the door and got in.

The driver shouted softly: "Master Wan."

Ye Wangchuan took off his watch and threw it on the leather chair in the back. The watch worth tens of millions seemed to be a tool of restraint for him.

I heard him ask without raising his eyelids, "Where is she? Has she been sent back?"

When it comes to Qiao Nian, his cold jaw has a soft curve, bringing a little warmth.

"Miss Qiao has arrived at her residence safely." After Ji Lin answered, he asked softly: "Master Wan, what are we doing now..."

"Go back to Rose Mansion." The man half-closed his eyelids, as if he was extremely tired, and every stroke of his brows and nose outlined by the mask was timeless.

Ji Lin looked at his tense jaw through the rearview mirror and said carefully while driving: "Ten Lao was not angry with you just now."

"That's because he also wants me to do something wrong." Ye Wangchuan crossed his hands in front of him, and the neon lights crossed his face through the car window, creating an illusion of floating light and shadow.

Ji Lin obviously didn't understand: "He wants you to do something wrong?"

"Hi." Ye Wangchuan raised his thin lips in a sarcastic arc: "He hopes someone can help him check and balance his daughter, but he doesn't want that person's power to grow too fast. If that person makes a mistake at this time, wouldn't it be just right? His heart."

"That's why you avenged Miss Qiao." Ji Lin suddenly realized.

But in exchange for a faint look from him, he looked out the window and said, "Even if we don't have this opportunity, tonight will not change."

He would still shoot the arrow, he would still let Irenevo try taking out the arrow, and he would still succeed.

In fact, he was not as rational as Ji Lin and himself said. In fact, when he shot the arrow, he didn't think about anything.

There was only the image of Qiao Nian gritting his teeth to take the bullet in his mind.

Damn it Eileen Waugh.

He took the overall situation into consideration and did not draw his gun and kill her head. That arrow was just interest. When the matter of the Sixth Continent was settled, he would make Irenevo pay for it with blood.

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There were only two people left in the lounge, Eileen Wo and Eleanor.

When there were no outsiders, Irenevo no longer concealed her true emotions. She kicked down the green plants angrily and sat down on the sofa.