Traps Of Love

Chapter 613

Leng Zetian was silent for a long time, until the antique clock in the room rang. Then he said in a cold voice, "it sounds very worthwhile."

"But why should I believe you?" His eyes are as deep and wise as the ancient pool with frost, cold and cold.

Leng Yucheng stood up and went to his side. His thin body blocked the light on Leng Zetian's side. His hand, on Leng Zetian's shoulder, patted him a few times, "Zetian, you know. Just like you won't kill me, I won't kill you and your mother, but I have many ways to make your life more painful. "

"In this family, from beginning to end, you have no choice."

This sentence is like a sharp ice cone, piercing Leng Zetian's heart, piercing a black hole and splashing blood.

Leng Zetian's handsome face presents an unprecedented paleness, and his forbearance has reached the limit.

"Don't struggle. This time, I'll give you a chance." Leng Yucheng lowered his head and said slowly, "this opportunity is my reward for taking the initiative to go home."

Leng Zetian remained silent.

"Tonight, you stay first. It's a loss, it's a win. The news should come out tomorrow morning. " Leng Yucheng narrowed his narrow fox eyes and knew that this heavy silence was the most helpless promise.

This is Leng Zetian's consistent practice. His personality is arrogant to the bone, and he never wants to bow his head. Even if he is doomed to fail, he has to straighten his spine and not admit defeat.

Leng Yucheng thinks that this pride is inherited from him, so he doesn't demand it.

What he wants is Leng Zetian to fight for the world in business, not a pug with no spirit.

His son can fly to the sky, but the lifeline that controls him must be in his hands.

"No, I'll wait here." Leng Zetian slightly side head, tall and slender figure is like frost general night dye, condensed into a force. A pair of deep ink blue eyes, calm, cold and proud, such as his cold voice at this time.

In the silhouette of the light, he stood upright, and his tall stature suppressed Leng Yucheng's thin stature, as if nothing could shake his back.

Leng Yucheng could not help frowning. For a moment, he felt old and powerless.

His son, who seems to live in an invisible devil, seems to be able to break away from his control and devour the whole world one day.

"Well, I'll wait with you. We haven't sat together like this for a long time Leng Yucheng sat down calmly and waved to the door.

Amber quickly appeared at the door, bowed his head respectfully, "master, what can I do for you?"

"Change the tea. By the way, get something to eat. " Leng Yucheng ordered, looking at the snow outside the window, "tomorrow will be a sunny day."

Amber immediately realized that they were going to sit for a night. He peeked at Leng Zetian standing beside the picture frame, covered his eyes and rushed out to prepare things.

Five minutes later, the fire in the fireplace in the room was back on fire, and the bonfire was sizzling. The temperature in the room rose quickly, and there was a hazy mist on the window.

When the tea is cooked again, the refreshing fragrance of tea diffuses in the room, and there is a kind of quiet and serene.

Leng Yucheng sat on the rocking chair, covered with a blanket, his eyes closed slightly, as if he were asleep, but he would occasionally shake the rocking chair and make a squeak.

Leng Zetian continued to stand in the room, staring at the window, as if the sharp eye light could penetrate the thin fog to see what was about to happen.

At the door, Li Yunze stopped amber coming in and out and asked, "when will lengshao come out?"

Amber sneered, "you keep waiting."

At the end of the speech, amber left Li Yunze alone.

Li Yunze's face was slightly heavy. He took a deep look at the door, hesitated for a moment, and didn't push the door in.

If necessary, Leng Zetian will tell him. If not, it means everything goes as planned.

Li Yunze's body was as straight as pine and bamboo, and his eyes looked around with great vigilance.

There was no bodyguard around the guest room. However, I do not know why, Li Yunze or a clear sense of a compelling killing around.

The feeling of being watched like a prey is more obvious -

Li Yunze's brow is locked. Could it be Qu Feng's two brothers lurking in the dark and staring at him?

He looked down, turned on his cell phone and looked at the news.

There is no information about mouse and Gu ziqiao.

Li Yunze was a little bit calm. At this time, no news is good news. He straightened his clothes, walked slowly down the steps, and soon disappeared at the corner of the yard.

Silent snow night, the undercurrent is turbulent.

At the same time, on the wide sea, a mottled fishing boat is moving rapidly towards the center of the ocean.

The icy rain and hail on the sea made the windows rattle, and the ship swayed in the rough sea.

When Gu ziqiao got on the ship, his mood was complicated.No, I got on the fishing boat I stole from hokkay.

In his mind, there is only one maxim of life that resounds repeatedly, which comes from Leng Zetian. The reason why there are so many troubles in life is not that he says yes too fast, but that he says no too slowly.

Gu ziqiao felt that he had made two unforgivable mistakes.

The first mistake is not to refuse Gu Fengzhan to be a scapegoat.

The second mistake is to allow Leng Zetian to negotiate with drug dealers.

He is a young master who is not good at fighting and fighting. When he takes the traitor of the drug dealer to negotiate, he is totally looking for death.

"I - I'm really not ready -" Gu ziqiao looked at the bad weather outside the ship, and his heart was beating a drum.

The mouse, with a smile, ignored his worries and washed his face in the mirror. A dirty and sour face, washed away a black and yellow color in the white foam, and when he looked up again, he was already a man with gentle features.

"You Gu ziqiao almost jumped up and cried out, "you can't be a disguise

The mouse looked at him scornfully, "Yirong fart! It's makeup. Haven't you heard of the three Asian magic arts? Cosmetic surgery in Korea, cosmetic surgery in Japan, and Meitu XiuXiu in China. "

Gu ziqiao was stunned. His Obsidian eyes were almost staring out of his eyes. He murmured and repeated his words, "three Asian magic arts..."

The mouse didn't bother to pay attention to him. He continued to toss on his face, quickly straightened his face, and then took out the scissors to cut the dirty traitor's head, which covered his eyes, into short, elegant hair.

Then he took out a pair of gold rimmed glasses and put them on his ear. In a moment, he changed from a wretched ruffian to a distinguished and elegant lawyer.