bodhi rose

The atmosphere was always immersed in endless sadness. Photos of the children who died in the accident were still hanging on the wall of the living room, and there was a faint smell of burning incense sticks in the room.

The good qualities of the intellectual family supported the gentle way of hospitality. Li Wenjia did not say much, and after expressing his condolences and thanks, he just quietly listened to the family's intermittent recounting of the child's past.

It is not his wish to stir up more past events, it is better to forget the pain quickly.

Therefore, he didn't listen for a long time. When the visit was almost over, he got up to say goodbye.

I have a rough schedule in my mind, and it's almost time to go back to make lunch at this time, and then stew chicken soup.

While walking on the road, the phone rang, and Li Wenjia habitually pressed to answer.

"Hey--"

He heard Cecilia's deep and soft unique voice, and he immediately cut off the cord.

He was too busy and forgot to change the number, but before the ringtone rang again, he hurriedly opened the cover of the phone, removed the battery, pulled out the calling card, and threw the card out like a hot potato.

Speeding up the pace and returning home, my heart was still beating violently, and I was a little panicked.

It stands to reason that Qiyunlou wouldn't have to watch him so closely, he didn't make waves, and he didn't do it for a long time, but when he left, he walked quite suddenly, and didn't touch any taboos.

In this way of self-comfort, the next two days will be considered calm, and gradually I will no longer care about it.

The focus of life returned to Jingyun.

The doctor will come to record every day, Li Wenjia asked: "There is no rejection now, is it true that there will never be any in the future?"

"Not necessarily, you still have to be mentally prepared. Individual differences are different, and some people will only experience rejection half a year after surgery."

Jingyun was about to wake up, so he didn't ask any more questions.

The doctor also said: "In the next six months, we should pay more attention, come to the hospital whenever there is a problem, and maintain an optimistic life."

Li Wenjia nodded.

The child opens his eyes.

"you're awake?"

"Ah."

Li Wenjia picked up a few newly bought comic books on the bedside table and flipped through them, "Old time, Dad is going back to make dinner now, you can read comic books by yourself."

"Well, dad, what time are you coming?"

"Six o'clock."

Jing Yun glanced at the comics, and said to discuss, "Next time, buy some comics with plots. This kind of colorful comics are too boring. They are for five-year-olds."

"You're not very old." Li Wenjia laughed, "You probably can't read all the characters with the plot."

"Dad, I'm not young anymore. Besides, you can tell me when you are with me."

"Okay, don't chat with you, I'm leaving, I'll buy it for you next time."

"Father." Jingyun called him, sat up suddenly, and said very sincerely: "Father, you have worked hard."

Li Wenjia paused, because his eyes were sore and hot because of these words, he used a smile to cover up his tears, "Come back soon, wait."

A solitary house, a lonely lamp, the heat of cooking drifts away, and the figures under the lamp are covered with bitter, happy, sour and sweet dust and smoke.

Jingyun is his fate, and they depend on each other.

It was getting dark, so I opened the door with the thermos bucket and walked along the path. A car was parked not far away, the lights were dazzling, and I couldn't help squinting my eyes slightly.

A figure suddenly appeared behind him, and quickly covered his mouth and nose with a white veil.

Li Wenjia struggled a bit, feeling dizzy for a while.

The thermos barrel that was clenched tightly shook a few times, and when it fell to the ground, the steaming food was scattered all over the floor.

He was dragged into the car and put on the seat.

The people on the side murmured: "This is a place where dogs don't shit, so I didn't catch the wrong person."

"It can't be wrong."

The man sighed: "Tsk, I don't know the face, so I have to be tough. Give him another injection, so as not to wake up halfway and make a fuss on the helicopter."

I don't know how long it took, and gradually regained consciousness. The first reaction was a severe headache, followed by an unknown accident, and Jingyun had no one to take care of him.

Opening his heavy eyelids with difficulty, he saw the gorgeous ceiling.

He closed his eyes again, shook his head vigorously, and opened them again.

Gradually, the eyes opened wider and wider.

This ceiling is not unfamiliar, and the surrounding environment is also familiar. This is Qiyun Building, the room I lived in at that time.

Cecilia crossed her legs and waited for him to wake up in the yellow rosewood chair in front of the bed. She stroked her long brown curly hair with her fingers, and there were slightly raised veins on the back of her hands. ghost.

Li Wenjia straightened up suddenly, gasping for breath because of anger and anxiety.Seeing that he was not in a situation where he wanted to talk, Cecilia stepped forward with quick eyes and quick hands, and pressed his chest with a palm, pushing him into the bed quilt.

"Let me go! Let go!—"

"Calm down."

"Bastards! What did you do? Let me go! Let me go back!"

Struggling and almost fighting, the whole quilt was messed up, she grabbed Li Wenjia by the collar and shook him twice, "I'm not telling you to die, what's the hurry!"

Because of the broken sound, that voice showed a rough and weird male voice.

"I'll call the police."

The woman paused for a moment, then laughed suddenly, "Xia Li, are you still awake from the dream?"

"Don't call me that name!"

"If calling the police is useful, do you think there will still be Qiyun Tower?"

Li Wenjia was panting heavily, even her fingertips were trembling, and sweat slid down her pale cheeks.

Cecilia let go of his collar, and comforted him: "I won't let you pick up guests anymore. Mr. Liang has packed you up. He... a person like that doesn't know how many people want to sleep with him. You might as well think about it from a different angle." think."

The violent ups and downs of panting were mixed with the slight sound of airflow similar to the tight throat when crying, as if he would die from being out of breath in the next moment.

I do not know how long it has been……

He pleaded softly, "I don't want to do this."

"Let me go back, please, let me go..."

His mood was unstable, whether it was manic or after he calmed down, it was extremely abnormal.Cecilia even suspected that he would commit suicide by grabbing the ground with his head, and couldn't help feeling a little apprehensive, so she simply called the servants and tied him to the bed with a rope.

Whether it was struggling hoarsely or begging in a low voice, he was not treated with the slightest kindness. He tossed like a madman for a long time, his mouth was dry and his strength was exhausted, and finally he stopped making a sound.

Huddled in a mess under the quilt, he was already soaked, and his expressionless face was wet, a mixture of sweat and tears.

The best thing here is how to train people.

When he had had enough trouble and had no energy, Murong Lan came belatedly.

On the wooden floor, his footsteps were firm and steady, with a subtle but distinct recognizability.It seems that just by hearing the sound of footsteps, one can imagine his unusually elegant and powerful walking posture.

After pushing the door open, he said in surprise, "Why are you tied up?"

Li Wenjia's eyelashes moved slightly, and he saw a blue figure approaching him, helping him to untie his hands.

Murong Lan's cat jumped off his shoulder, crawled towards Li Wenjia in small steps, stretched out its front paws and stomped on his hair.

Li Wenjia said nothing.

Murong Lan flicked the cat away and asked him, "Have you figured it out yet?"

"..."

He was very close to him, with an ambiguous posture and a gentle tone, but there was still a strange sense of distance: "What I want to say, Cecilia must have already told you."

"..."

"When we get to Mr. Liang, we have nothing to do with you whether you want to leave or run away. It's just that you have to be obedient here."

He looked at Li Wenjia silently at close range, so close that he could see the fine pores on his face, and found that under the messy hair and dull expression was a rare beautiful face , the lips are plump and moist, and the pupils have a translucent ice color.

Mr. Liang is also extremely handsome, romantic, luxurious and glamorous.

Murong Lan smiled suddenly, and the charming scene of these two people lingering in her mind, the details were blurred and the shape was strange, the tingling feeling went straight to the back, and even the back of the hands felt goosebumps.

He stood up, went to the window, stroked the cat's nape and added, "You can't escape."

Li Wenjia sat up and said in a hoarse voice, "I can't leave Jingyun..."

"Ok?"

"I still have to take care of that child."

"Child?" Murong Lan turned around in surprise.But soon, he smiled and said: "It's okay, I will ask someone to arrange it."

The Mediterranean-style house has extremely wide floor-to-ceiling windows, and there are white roses dripping with dew in clay pots on the ground.

The morning sun shines unsparingly, covering the ground.

I am not used to the room being so bright in the morning, almost radiant, and the pigeons fluttered past the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

The kingsize bed was extremely soft, but Li Wenjia couldn't even lift her fingers.

His naked body was covered with red marks, and his waist was even pinched with fingerprints.

The man beside him was sleeping peacefully, and there were wounds on his shoulders and backs that he scratched out, and the scabs had already scabbed at this moment.

Probably because the emotion in his eyes was too strong, Liang Yiting opened his eyes consciously.

The eyes mixed with distress and disgust, although they quickly avoided looking directly, they were still caught.

Narrow and beautiful eyes narrowed, he propped up his body, and pinched his slender chin with clean and white fingers, "Forget how happy you were last night?"

"..."

"The sheets are soaked."

The scene of unrestrained obscenity at night gradually emerged because of such words, and the familiar breath instantly reminded people of the panting of lust, and the sultry panting was inevitably mixed with his own greasy moans.

The light sunlight spreads behind him, and the muscles are smooth and well-proportioned.Li Wenjia looked at his body, sense of shame gushed out without warning, turbulent emotions overflowed his chest, steaming heat condensed silently.

The eyes that were already wet in the morning trembled suddenly, and a bean-sized teardrop instantly rolled down the corner of the eye.

Liang Yiting was slightly stunned, and after a while, his fingers stroked the corners of his eyes.

Afterwards, like a picture, slowly caressed his face.The thumb stayed between his lips, touching the moist and red lips.

There is a strange satisfaction when you touch it lightly, small, very soft and full, and there is a comfortable feeling that almost makes your heart tremble from your fingertips.

Li Wenjia frowned and avoided his fingers.

Liang Yiting withdrew his hands, slightly raised the corners of his lips, and asked softly: "Do you hate sleeping with me?"

"..."

"But who is crying and begging me to fuck him?"

"……do not talk."

"Lost, it's the first time I've seen a man get fucked so much."

Li Wenjia covered his eyes in vain, and stopped speaking, but his breathing became rapid.

And soon, his hoarse voice sounded again: "Stop!"

Liang Yiting touched his inner thigh with his fingers, and scratched the shallow marks there with his warm fingertips. Following his hoarse refusal, he simply threw off the thin blanket completely, and pulled his legs apart and folded them.

The faint smell of mint dissipated, and Li Wenjia could not avoid seeing the disgusting marks between his legs. He tried hard to bring his legs together, but he couldn't do it, which only caused the inner muscles of his legs to tremble slightly.

Liang Yiting took the ointment and slowly applied it on the scars in his secret place, "Do you know what fate is, Wen Jia?"

"..."

He raised his eyes and looked at him calmly: "No matter how much you hate me and hate me, even if you forget me completely. After so many years, you are still sent back to my bed for no reason, and fucked by me inside and out Over and over again, this is your life."

"Okay! Go wash up." Liang Yiting patted his raised buttocks, "Let's have a hearty breakfast together."

Li Wenjia was so excited by those words that his head became hot and his heart was anxious, but he would never learn to argue with him, especially when faced with such a topic.

The corners of his eyes were red, and he pulled off his robe silently and got out of bed.After taking two quick steps, he slowed down again, his back was so sore that he could hardly stand upright.

The sound of water came from the bathroom, Liang Yiting basked in the sun, and pressed the bedside sound transmission system.

A sweet voice came from the opposite side: "Mr. Liang, good morning."

Liang Yiting said: "Prepare more breakfast, and the dishes for these two days should be clearer and less spicy."

"Okay, you got up very early today."

Liang Yiting was noncommittal, it was not uncommon for him to get up early, it was uncommon for a person who had been tortured all night not only to stay in bed, but also to be able to walk and get up early.

Down the spiral staircase is the dining table.

The design of the main house is different from that of the other courtyards. It is a casual European style with a large area, but the decoration does not look deserted at all.

In daily life, there are not always people following you like when you are outside. When eating, there are only two people sitting opposite each other in the room.

Li Wenjia's complexion was pale and he had no appetite.The love at night was just a punishment for his previous departure, it was so intense that it was unbearable, and in the end he almost lost consciousness, and his body was still aching at this moment.And the most important thing was that I was always worried about Jingyun, to the point where I was almost unable to do anything.

Liang Yiting ate breakfast leisurely, looked at him while eating, as if admiring a good thing that Xiao had wanted for a long time and finally got it.

Li Wenjia didn't move much.

Liang Yiting then wiped his fingers, picked up the intact red bean bread from his dinner plate, tore off a small piece and fed it to his lips.

Li Wenjia closed his lips and dodged in disgust, but in the end he still couldn't dodge, and the sweet bread was forcefully stuffed into his mouth.

Liang Yiting continued to feed him happily, and after three feedings, he suddenly stabilized his jaw and leaned over to kiss him.

Pushing hard into his lips and teeth, sweeping across his mouth as if attacking a city, licking and sucking recklessly, twisting the tip of his tongue bit by bit.

Li Wenjia couldn't react, her lips were stuck together, and soon she made a moist sound, revealing an erotic meaning that could not be concealed.

With more and more excessive movements, he reached out and pushed him, and in the almost suffocating gap, he made a hoarse and angry voice, "Let go, don't touch me!"

Liang Yiting supported the back of his head, ignoring his struggle at all.

"Let go! Ugh... you, dirty devil! Scoundrel!"

The movement finally stopped, "...what did you say about me?"

"rogue!"

The past and the past suddenly seemed like yesterday, this was an extremely vulgar man who only wanted to lure him into bed from the very beginning.

"So, what are you?"

As if being asked, there was a sudden silence.

"Dirty..." Liang Yiting raised the corners of his mouth, but there was no smile: "A man has been reduced to prostitution. Heh, he's really promising, he's really pure and upright."

Li Wenjia's eyes darkened for a moment, as if all the heat had been taken away, her fingers were as cold as ice.

He calmed down the sharp pain that was suddenly set off, his chest heaved violently for a while, and said with difficulty: "...I want to save my child."

It fell into silence again.

Liang Yiting's drooping long eyelashes moved suddenly, and his eyes opened completely.Instinctively glanced at his whole body.

"My son, I want to treat him."

Liang Yiting came to his senses in an instant, and immediately withdrew his stupid gaze, and his voice became more and more mean: "You can give birth to children?"

Li Wenjia suddenly felt some strong emotion coming from him.

"It's me and the woman's child, it's almost eight years old." He said slowly.

As if he had found a vent, he said this sentence in a counterattack.

Liang Yiting already clenched his fist involuntarily, then loosened it again, and asked coldly, "Where's Bai Zhou?"

"..." Li Wenjia was silent.

Liang Yiting nodded knowingly, "I thought he was really going to hang himself on a tree with a crooked neck, and he was obsessed with it."

"You don't know..." Li Wenjia suddenly felt cold all over, and lost control after he said this, "Aren't you his brother?"

"He's been dead for almost ten years! Don't you know! Why did you break up with him? Why couldn't you save him back then? There was no contact for so many years, and now you're hypocritically mentioning him?!—"

The sound stopped abruptly.

Liang Yiting suddenly raised his hand in his anger, and slapped him so that his face turned away.

"Bai Zhou has been dead for 'almost' ten years, and your son is eight years old. Bitch, you really have a conscience."

His fingers almost crushed his bones: "Aren't you deeply affectionate? Ah, your affection is really long..."

Li Wenjia held his breath, and suddenly shivered. He shook his teeth, and his voice was not coherent: "What qualifications do you have to say such things."

"Are you very fond of Bai Zhou?" He was angry and terrified, and his voice was always hoarse when he fought back, but when it reached the extreme, he laughed uncontrollably, "In your heart, you really wish that he died, don't you? He If you are still alive, do you think you can still treat me like this?"

Liang Yiting was furious, "Do you know what you are talking about?"

Li Wenjia was as cold and desolate as fallen leaves in the wind, trembling slightly, said calmly: "He just likes me, and I like him too. Whether I have a son or not, it's not your turn to say anything."

Liang Yiting suppressed his anger, and said word by word: "I went to school with him and grew up together. Ah... And, we even fucked you together..."

"For you, I wish he would die?" He laughed angrily, "What do you really think you are?"

Li Wenjia's color faded completely, and his face was pale.

He was about to fall down at any moment, and tears welled up in his eyes when he relaxed a little.But facing him, his instinct was to force himself to tense up and stand up straight.

"So, I'm not a thing, why do you keep it?" he said.

"roll!"

Liang Yiting kicked over a chair beside him and shouted sharply: "Ah Qi!!"

There were hurried footsteps at the door, "Mr. Liang."

"Let me find out how Baizhou died!"

Liang Yiting and Ah Qi quickly left together, and the house was instantly empty.

Li Wenjia sat dazed for a while, listening to his words and preparing to roll.

In his pajamas, he went upstairs to redress.

The little girl who cleaned the room was a little timid, "The clothes are all washed, and the new ones are in the cloakroom."

Li Wenjia walked around and opened the eye-poppingly gorgeous cloakroom. There were rows and rows of top brand custom-made clothes. After standing there for a while, the little girl said, "Which row is your clothes? It's all yours there."

He had everything from shirts, t-shirts and jeans to suits, ties, and leather shoes. He casually put on socks and sneakers. Surprisingly, they were a very comfortable and fitting size.

He was alone, standing in broad daylight, and a young man followed him all the time. Li Wenjia said, "You don't have to stare at me anymore. Mr. Liang told me to go."

The young man hesitated for a moment, then disappeared.

Li Wenjia left as if fleeing, without any money on him, and his mobile phone and wallet were forcibly confiscated, including a few of his ID cards.After dazedly on the road for a while, he found himself cornered.

However, everything is insignificant, and now he just wants to know if Jingyun is okay.

Maybe before sunset, I can go to Qiyun Tower and ask Cecilia.Maybe he won't be embarrassed too much when he goes back, because it was Liang Yiting who told him to "get lost".

Traversing the distance of half the city, I walked for half a day on foot, but I only walked halfway.

The sun is gradually setting, but the city center is still lively.

Jianyun Jewelry is a very familiar name in my impression.

Li Wenjia rested on the bench at the door for a long time, and the neon lights were lit up one by one.

Fortunately, it's not winter, he thought, such a long distance can't be covered in a whole day, and it's hard to sleep outside in winter.

Half asleep, half awake, it was completely dark, a young man with a familiar face pushed open the door of the jewelry store and walked towards him.

The young man said in surprise and joy: "Xia Li, I couldn't find you before, and I even asked your friend Mr. Liang Yiting about you! You, why are you here again?"

Li Wenjia cheered up and said with a smile, "I have encountered a little trouble."

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

Li Wenjia got into Jane Lowe's car.

His home is not very far, just in the city center.

The two chatted one after another.

"Are you working in Jianyun Jewelry?"

"It's just helping the family."

"Jian Yun is also an old-fashioned jewelry store..."

"My grandfather opened it, but business is not doing well now. By the way, do you want to change jobs?"

"..."

After Jane Luowei said this, she was a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry, I don't have any other meanings. Your previous job was actually pretty good... It's just that it might be more tiring."

Li Wenjia didn't care, and smiled faintly: "I don't work there anymore."

"Ah, that's really nice."

"It's just that I'm more introverted, and I may not be suitable for sales jobs in stores."

"It's okay, if you're looking for a job, I'll keep an eye on it for you."

Li Wenjia nodded, and the lights outside the car window poured down like a rainbow. He sat beside the young man full of vigor, and couldn't help thinking about the long-gone Baizhou.

For the first time after he left for so many years, he missed him so crazily.

At that time, like Jane Lowe, he was always energetic and radiant.When the moon was rising and the night was soft, I would occasionally put on a neat suit in the living room at home, and reach out to him in a gentlemanly manner, "Honey, let's dance a waltz together."

His figure is perfect, more than ten years later, he must be more masculine, no matter what kind of suit he wears, he will look very good.

…………

……

Although she received Jane Lowe's warm hospitality, she didn't sleep well at night and almost suffered from insomnia all night.

I went to the bathroom the next morning and found that half of my face was swollen.

Li Wenjia was afraid that Jian Luowei would ask questions when he saw him, so after thinking about it, he left him a note and left early, taking a few coins from him by the way.

He ran back to Qiyun Building and saw Cecilia who was handling business.

Cecilia said in surprise: "Why did you run back again?"

"I--"

"Oh!" Cecilia sighed heavily, "I know, you can't get over that hurdle in your heart. How about it, Wen Jia, think of me when you're depressed. As for me, I was a man before, but now I'm a... ...a pimp. When you compare it, you'll find that you're actually quite—”

"Where's Jingyun?"

"Ah! Don't worry, I didn't contact you before. The child has been picked up now. He is in Baiyun Sanatorium and has someone to take care of him."

Li Wenjia was tossed and turned all the way, sweating profusely.

The environment of the sanatorium is one of the best, with artificial hillsides, lush vegetation in summer, and fountains sparing no effort to sway.

He walked into the building with heavy steps.

I think Cecilia has grown up in this regard. If the child is sent directly to the club hotel, he doesn't know how to explain it to him.

Jingyun was being fed and eating porridge. When he saw him, he shouted in surprise: "Father!"

Then he asked, "Dad, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine, I just miss you, Jingyun." Li Wenjia hugged him, and said to the two nurses beside him, "He is my son, let me take care of him."

After the nurse left, Li Wenjia picked up a bowl and fed him porridge. While feeding him, he asked, "Did someone kill you?"

"No." Jing Yun shook his head, "They are very kind to me, they said that Dad works here, so they brought me here, so that they can see you every day."

"..."

"Dad, you must be very busy working here? Your eyes are swollen."

"It's okay." Li Wenjia lowered his head.

"Father, have you had breakfast? The breakfast here is rich. I'll ask my aunt to serve some for you."

"……OK."

Li Wenjia and Jingyun had breakfast together, Jingyun touched his face and said, "Dad, you look very tired."

"..."

"Don't work today, okay? You go to sleep."

He moved aside and patted the open space next to him, "Sleep here, Dad, I miss you too."

The curtains were half covered, Li Wenjia lay down, and gently hugged the child.

Jingyun patted him on the shoulder, and imitated how he coaxed him to sleep before, and hummed a nursery rhyme to him.

Li Wenjia finally fell asleep gradually.

Jingyun shrank into his arms, and called out for no reason: "Dad..."

The door opened again, he turned his face sideways, raised his head slightly, and saw a tall and slender man walking over with no expression on his face.

He stayed in his father's arms all the time, watched the man approaching calmly, stared at his almost magical appearance, instinctively stretched out his arms, and hugged his sleeping father.

Liang Yiting also stared at him, and asked calmly, "How old are you?"

"Eight years old." Jing Yun replied.

He nodded and slowly leaned over...

"What are you doing?" the child lowered his voice and hurriedly said.

Liang Yiting's fingers are more delicate and affectionate than his face.

A slender white hand stroked Li Wenjia's slightly swollen face, and he had a headache that couldn't get worse in an instant.

The child's high-pitched and impetuous voice showed a sense of presence that could not be ignored, which made him very unhappy.

"Don't touch him." Jing Yun frowned.

The hostility is mutual.Young children are extremely sensitive, like the instincts of primitive animals, they are keenly aware of weirdness and discomfort, and they can't help being full of vigilance.

Liang Yiting stood up while getting bored, he kept calm and restrained himself from doing impulsive things.For example, he was tied back when he got hotheaded, or that slap for him - the latter made him feel restless and restless, while the former... what is he, it's worth keeping him by his side even if he doesn't think about eating or drinking?It's unbelievable.

What an irony.

The person in front of him, from the beginning to the end, was unable to bring any joy to others. All he provoked was his malice and his uncontrollable extreme emotions...except for sex.

He backed away silently, as if he suddenly didn't want to see him anymore, and walked out neatly.

Ah Qi, who was in charge of driving, was still very young, with a youthful look on his face, but he was taciturn, with a mature manner, and had been working with him for many years.

Ah Qi didn't ask what he shouldn't, and silently held the steering wheel, and said, "It's been more than ten years since what happened to Mr. Bai, and the clues are intermittent. It's a bit difficult to find out, but his tomb has been found."

"Keep an eye out for the florist down the road, I'm going to buy a bouquet."

The cemetery is quiet and solemn, tidy and clean, and it is a place that can only be bought with a big price, but this corner of Baizhou has obviously been forgotten for a long time, and the words on the stele have faded.

Liang Yiting stood in front of the cold monument, he was very calm.If he was used to smoking, he might still light a cigarette full of melancholy, but he doesn't smoke, so he is so calm that he is almost indifferent.

Bai Zhou is a romantic and bold person. His childhood wish was to become a policeman. Being born into a mafia family, having such a wish seems absurd and naive.

But he is such a person, so Liang Yiting said: "Occasionally, I thought that you would be so mad that you would take him to live in seclusion."

It turned out to be dead.

Ah Qi stood behind him and reported: "...Because the Liang family has almost completely cut off business contacts with these Southeast Asian countries, so many information have not been paid attention to at the beginning. The most important thing is... There is no media on this matter at all The report may have been suppressed by others, or it may just be an annexation and assassination within the group."

Liang Yiting suddenly sneered, "The Bai family is dead, and now all the properties are named Chen, is it just 'possible'?"

Ah Qi remained silent.

"After so many years, Chen is still accumulating money in the name of the Bai family. Why is he guilty?"

"..."

Liang Yiting lowered his eyes, his eyes were cold: "I said earlier that those old things were the culprits. How could there be obedient wolves, and it would be cleanest to die. You..."

"Mr. Liang, now... you want to deal with the Chen family? It's only been so long, and a lot of evidence may have been wiped out. You are now innocent, and other methods must not be suitable."

"I'll watch him dig a hole and jump by himself." Liang Yiting turned sideways, walked up to Ah Qi, and took out a pair of sunglasses.

"How can such an insatiable person be able to keep his duty? With such a big desire and full of flaws, he can burn himself with a little trick. Help me to invite some police officers to have a cup of tea another day."