Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

After a long time, Lan Yu said in a low voice, "After the matter is asked, will you... kill me?"

Ye Muyun didn't answer immediately, but got up, poured a glass of water for Lan Yu in a cold manner, and placed it next to his bed with a low voice: "Sit up if you want to drink."

Lan Yu's lips were very dry and peeled. During these days when he was lethargic, he relied on drips to maintain his life, but these could only be maintained.

Human instinct makes him long for a sip of water.

So struggling, desperately trying to sit up, struggling to support himself.

Ye Muyun looked at him coldly without helping him.

After five minutes, Lan Yu finally struggled to sit up, panting violently.

And he probably understands why he can wake up, so that a gentle man has a will not weaker than him in his bones.

"Lan Yu graduated from the Department of Economics at Stanford University, but changed to oil painting for unknown reasons." Ye Muyun said quietly, looking at Lan Yu with scorching eyes.

Lan Yu's slightly thin fingers were holding the cup, squeezing it carefully and eagerly. When he heard Ye Muyun's words, his fingers trembled, and then he looked up at him with shock in his eyes.

His appearance was extremely desolate, but Ye Muyun did not dare to underestimate him.

He squinted and said quietly, "Lan Yu, is that the reason Lan Ting?"

Lan Yu held the cup's hand and began to tremble, and the water in the cup kept spilling.

He looked at Ye Muyun, his dry lips were trembling, and it took a long time before his voice became dumb: "How did you know?"

"You didn't leave anything, but your secretary, your woman, left a diary." Ye Muyun said quietly, "Does she have any meaning to you?"

It was he who killed his secretary first, and Lan Ting was stimulated to do such an irrational thing.

In the final analysis, it was Lan Yu's love for Cher that made today.

Otherwise, he wouldn't know so quickly.

Ye Muyun's expression was very pale, "Lan Yu, Lan Ting is dead!"

Lan Yu's eyes froze, he looked at the water he was eager for, only half a cup was left.

He watched for a long time before shaking his hands and tilting his head to take a careful sip.

It is like the water in a cup, the most precious thing in the world.

Perhaps after today, he Lan Yu will never have a chance to drink.

After drinking half a glass of water all the time, he has a little physical strength and a lot of mental clarity, but he can only talk, and he can't compete with the cold man before him.

Lan Yu raised his eyes and looked at Ye Muyun, his voice was quiet, but tight, "Now, is she yours again?"

There was a touch of mockery in his tone.

Ye Muyun smiled lightly and looked at Lan Yu: "What do you think?"

Lan Yu was silent and closed his eyes slightly.

Ye Muyun said softly again: "I did DNA, and Yishu... Lan Yu, I'm curious, Yishu is five years old... why is it my child?"

Lan Yu's gaze was a bit horrified and shocked, and he kept staring at Ye Muyun.

Ye Muyun pressed her thin lips slightly, "Do you know why I didn't kill you at this moment?"

Lan Yu slumped backwards, squinting at the man in front of him.

He didn't say a word.

Ye Muyun's voice continued to speak lowly: "Because, you like it!"

Lan Yu's eyes were even more shocked, and his voice trembled: "How do you...know?"