Master Quan, come on, my little wife is excited!

The matter of the heir to the Quan family was finalized as soon as Quan Yu was born. From the moment he settled down, the old man of the Quan family, his father, had already made a will.

Even if others are dissatisfied, there is nothing they can do but make small stumbling blocks in the dark.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the manor, Quan Yu was on the phone with his business partner. Two buttons of his black shirt were unbuttoned, revealing his wheat-colored skin. The hem was tucked into his suit pants, shaping his slim waist.

The deep brows and eyes are imprinted on the floor-to-ceiling windows, blending in with the feasting and feasting above. He speaks fluent German, low-alcohol and intoxicating.

After hanging up the phone, he raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows. He was not used to this kind of life. He could crawl in the deep mountains and forests for several days and still be energetic, but he felt tired after just one day at the wine table.

Duan Qiongyu said that because the former is a belief for him, the latter is a responsibility they cannot escape.

These people, who have enjoyed the best life since childhood, have to bear the ups and downs of a family.

Assistant Liu came forward and asked if he wanted to rest. When Quan Yu nodded, he went out.

Under the warm yellow light, he threw his phone on the bedside table, raised his hand to quickly unbutton his shirt, took it off and threw it aside neatly.

The tight muscles, wheat-colored skin, and an obvious gunshot wound on the chest all showed wildness and power. His hand had already fallen on the belt, and as soon as the button was loosened, the cell phone thrown on the bed suddenly rang.

There was impatience in his deep brows. He watched the phone stop ringing. When it rang again, Quan Yu tugged his lips and clicked his tongue, annoyance flashing across his eyes.

He continued to unbuckle the belt around his waist with one hand, but picked up his cell phone with the other hand. He raised his eyebrows when he saw the caller ID was Su Mubai. Before he answered the call, he hurriedly asked, "Uncle San." Are you in Munich?"

Two minutes later, the bedroom door was opened from the inside. Assistant Liu quickly stood up from the sofa, still holding the computer in his hand. He looked at Quan Yu who suddenly appeared and said, "Does Mr. Quan have any instructions?"

Quan Yu frowned and put the phone screen in front of Assistant Liu: "Find someone immediately."

The photo shows a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl in a blue cheongsam, with long hair hanging loosely behind her back, her hands lightly placed on her abdomen, and she is very beautiful.

Seeing his solemn look, Assistant Liu didn't dare to ask any more questions and immediately sent the photo to his mobile phone.

Quan Yu was silent, his face calm and composed. He had forgotten that Mu Bai had a sister.

In an abandoned building in Munich, Cui Sanning slowly opened her eyes and moved her tied hands and feet. She was thrown to the ground casually, and her white sweatpants were stained with many stains.

The light was dim, and the sharp scalpel fell on her wrist. The man said hoarsely: "I heard that everyone in your Su family has a pair of skillful hands?"

The blade cut through the blood vessel, and blood dripped continuously. The man smiled and said, "Does it hurt?"

Watching her gradually fall into unconsciousness, the man prepared to leave.

Her head was getting dizzy, figures were running back and forth, and she couldn't see anyone clearly.

Her bleeding wrist was pinched, her thin body was picked up by her waist, and her weight was carried by strong and hard arms.

She wanted to see his appearance clearly, but she didn't even have the strength to open her eyes.

Hot and wet blood slipped from the corners of his eyes and dripped on his white collarbone, sinking into his collar.

Quan Yu glanced at the pale face in his arms with a cold expression. The large pool of blood on the ground just now flowed from her hands. The steps on his feet became longer and longer, and the wound on his brow bone continued to bleed.

Sirens sounded one after another, and the scene was chaotic.

Assistant Liu said worriedly: "Mr. Quan, your injury!"

Quan Yu ordered in a deep voice: "Go to the manor and let the doctor wait!"

Assistant Liu immediately took out his mobile phone and made a call.

She is very small, about 1.6 meters tall which is considered short among girls, especially in the north. Quan Yu was nearly 1.9 meters tall. He was a soldier and had a strong build. He held her like a child.

One is as strong as steel, the other is as weak as boneless, one has a wheat complexion, and the other is glowing white. No matter how you look at it, it’s so weird.

Quan Yu walked toward the car with the person in his arms. Suddenly, a touch of softness touched his brow bone. The wrist next to his face was white and thin. The skin was very thin, and the blue blood vessels were clearly visible.

The bruises caused by the hemp rope were shocking.

Quan Yu had never seen a person whose skin showed fragility, as if a little force could make this life disappear.

And close to the wound on his brow bone was a white handkerchief, and its faint fragrance lingered next to his nose.

Lowering her eyes to look at the person in her arms, she closed her eyes, knitted her brows together, rubbed his neck uncomfortably, and heard a kitten-like murmur in her ears.

After hearing what she said clearly, Quan Yu stopped his feet and put his hand on her waist hard.

A true Jiangnan girl, her tone of voice is naturally tender and delicate.

The cold lips were close to his neck, and her voice was filled with tears and grievance: "Brother, Sangsang hurts."

In the manor, Quan Yu looked at the little girl lying on the bed with a complicated expression. The wound on the eyebrow bone had been treated and was now covered with a piece of gauze.

He still held the white handkerchief in his hand, stained with his blood, with golden osmanthus embroidered on the corners.

He raised his eyes to look at the person on the bed. The meaning in his eyes was unclear, but it was not difficult to see the aggression in them.

Suddenly the person on the bed moved, looking at Quan Yu quietly with his beautiful eyes.

Assistant Liu saw that she was awake and immediately went out to call the doctor.

Cui Sanning sat up with difficulty.

There were only two people left in the room, staring at each other in silence.

Just when Quan Yu was hesitating whether to comfort her, she spoke: "What's your surname, sir?"

The soft Jiangnan tone, the lingering pathos, the glass-like eyes, the long eyelashes trembling slightly, the whole person is fragile and well-behaved.

Quan Yu's hand on his knee moved unconsciously, and it took him a moment to hear his own voice: "Quan Yu."

"Quan Yu." His pale lips opened and closed gently, his teeth slightly exposed, as he repeated these two words.

Quan Yu's eyes were deep and he held a high position. Except for the old man, few people called him by his full name.

It suddenly came out of her mouth, which made her feel strange.

A trace of hesitation flashed across her face, and she said uncertainly: "The Quan family in Beijing?"

Although she grew up in Suzhou, her elders often mentioned matters in Kyoto, and the surname Quan was the one she heard the most.

"Yeah." Quan Yu said in his throat.

He was not surprised that she knew that even though she took her mother's surname and went to Jiangnan since she was a child, she was still the only young lady of the Su family in the capital.

A hint of understanding flashed across Cui Sanning's face, with a weak smile in her eyes. She said softly: "My surname is Cui, and I belong to the Cui family in Suzhou."

"Cui Zhixu is my grandfather. The Cui family will definitely come to thank you in person in the future."