"What you do depends on your attitude." he Chen smiled and pointed his finger at his temple. "Ms. Rong, you still have two days to consider, either hand over what I want or collect the body for he Qing."

Rong Manli doesn't believe his nonsense at all. He Qing is in the Royal Hospital and there are no less than 20 confidants guarding him. Even if he Chen wants to do it, it's not so easy.

She looked back and motioned for the bodyguard to contact He Qing quickly, but after a few phone calls, the bodyguard also panicked, "Madam... The young master is gone."

....

Five minutes later, Yin Mo and he Chen walked out of his house with wounded soldiers on the ground.

Rong Manli is probably very angry. When she learns that he Qing is missing, she directly orders the bodyguard to arrest him.

At that time, the scene was very chaotic. Artest and a Yong, who came out of nowhere, were a small minion in one hand and didn't enjoy themselves at all.

The he family is really inferior to the aristocratic family. They raise bodyguards like waste.

He Chen and Yin Mo walk in front. Artest and a yong leave to deal with the aftermath, while Rong Manli is protected by several uncles and hides in the backyard.

But what they were worried about didn't happen. He Chen didn't seem to plan to do it in the old house. He just left with injuries all over the ground and left openly.

At this time, Rong Manli stood behind the crowd and clenched her fists tightly. Where no one saw, she burst out a poisonous murderous spirit from the bottom of her eyes.

Her good sister gave birth to a good son. It seems that... None of them can be left.

On that day, he Chen and his family officially declared war.

....

On the way back, Yin Mo's attention was all on he Chen.

She looked at the palm of her hand tightly held by him, and the bones were pinched, but he didn't know it.

Less than half an hour, the car stopped at Ziyun mansion.

He Chen led Yin Mo up the steps, entered the door, turned around and put her against the door panel.

Although he didn't say a word, his body was very stiff.

He Chen hugged her, bent over and buried his cheek on the side of her neck.

This is Yin Mo He Chen's tall and straight body pressing her. He was stimulated to hum twice and quickly pinched her wrist, "baby, what are you touching?"

Yin Mo finally saw his handsome face. When her eyes met, she said, "if you feel bad... I'll help you."

He Chen took a deep breath and bit her ear like a vent of anger. "If you behave yourself, I won't feel bad."

Knowing that he couldn't resist her provocation, he fucking touched it.

If it goes on like this, let alone get married, he can't help it for a minute.

After a while, he Chen led her back to the living room, took a cigarette out of his pocket, lit it and began to smoke.

Yin Mo looked around and asked, "we're not going back to Beicheng No. 1?"

He Chen pillowed the back of his chair and glanced at her. "Don't you like Ziyun mansion?"

"No..." Yin Mo poked the hair at the corner of his mouth, "my things are still there."

He Chen's lips slightly raised and opened his arms to embrace her. "No, buy a new one. My baby doesn't make sense to live in other people."

Yin Mo didn't refuse, but he couldn't help saying, "those things can still be used."

She didn't have much need for material, but these words became different in hechen's ears.

The man looked at Yin Mo with low eyes and felt distressed in the bottom of his eyes, "don't save me money. I can afford you."

"I see." Yin Mo smiled disapprovingly. "I'll take a bath."

He Chen rolled his Adam's apple and licked it on her ear. "Baby, your underwear suits are in your cloakroom..."

Yin Mo looked at him quietly. "Did you send it?"

"Well." he Chen's hot breath sprinkled on her ear, "show me the black suit?"

Yin Mo shrunk his neck and showed a rare liveliness in the corner of his mouth. "Are you sure you won't feel bad?"

He Chen and her four eyes face each other, grimacing and rarely silent.

I still remember Yin Mo's wearing that red underwear suit had almost made him beast. He Chen couldn't help thinking about the effect of the black suit on her

Three seconds later, he Chen kept away from Yin Mo by himself, folded his slender legs like a thief's bell, waved his hand, "come out after taking a bath."

Yin Mo chuckled, turned and went upstairs.

In the living room, he Chen smoked heavily against the sofa. He felt that he was ill and even had a little masochistic constitution.

Clearly reluctant to touch, I want to keep her until her wedding night, but I can't think about it again.

If he goes on like this, he will become a loser.

Why don't you... Pull the evidence first?

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