May The Peace Be With You In The Golden Age

I wonder what happened to her when she arrived in the United States? Did you find Shengning? Has the Living Hades rushed away?

After a long time, he sighed, it doesn't matter if he is missing, An An must not have an accident, or he will really blame himself and die.

"This tough thing."

The detainee was angry.

"Just kill it, what's the use of keeping it?"

For so many days, they used a lot of torture to convince Qin Yue, or to pry something useful from his mouth. The result was nothing.

"Miss." Cecil's arrival made the guards hurriedly bow their heads to say hello.

"You guys get out of here."

"Yes!"

Qin Yue, who had originally bowed his head, slowly raised his head and looked at the woman in front of him, his eyes slowly passing through the necklace around the other's neck, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Why? Come to avenge your man?" He said lightly.

If he remembers correctly, when Kerberg besieged him, one of the dozen people he killed was the woman in front of him.

Cecil's face was cold, completely different from just before Kerberg. She slapped a whip in her hand, "Hang him up for me?"

"Yes!" A few people rushed up in an instant, and soon hung Qin Yue again.

With a charming look on Cecil's face, step by step, he moved his eyes closer to Qin Yue's body inch by inch, deep eyes, tall nose, **** thin lips, and the thin body of a Western man.

She nodded in satisfaction.

"You killed my man, so you have to accompany me a man."

"Hahaha..." Qin Yue seemed to hear some joke. He couldn't breathe because the wounds and bruises all over his body were painful, but he still laughed wildly.

"I said you have something wrong with this woman, right? I think you are not very ill." Just now, he was aggressively trying to avenge his man, but he changed his eyes to a man without blinking.

"How short of men are you?"

Cecil remained unmoved, his glamorous face was determined to be sure, "You have a saying in the East called destiny, and you are destined to be my Cecil's man."

****

Feng's Manor welcomed guests early this morning, and Mr. Xing personally led people in line from the gate to the living room. Even the young masters and ladies of the Feng family are wearing grand formal attire, all standing under the stairs waiting.

Feng Zhifu, the eldest son of Mr. Feng, also returned.

"Who is it here?" Feng Zhifu is now more than half a hundred years old. He has already passed the rush to fight for power and is mainly responsible for the antique business in the family business.

He is also an internationally renowned appraiser.

"It's your cousin." Manager Xing said.

"My cousin?" Feng Zhifu frowned, thinking for a moment and suddenly realized, "Is it from the mainland? Aunt's son?" He hasn't returned to the manor for a long time, but he knows many decisions his father made.

And it is firm support, including his father's choice to make Shengning the heir of the family.

Feng Zhifu has an almost abnormal admiration for Mr. Feng. He is the eldest son. He knows that when the Feng family first arrived in the United States, it was not as beautiful as it is now.

At that time, it was his father who turned the tide and led the Feng family to a new height.

Therefore, he believed that any decision made by his father was right.

"Yes! Aunt Zhifen's youngest son."