The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

Chapter 3227

When Chen Dahua was about to go all the way to the dark, a black convoy was leaving quickly in the distance.

Tang Ruoxue was sitting in the nanny's car in the middle, drinking black coffee, her pretty face was indifferent.

Ling Tianyang, who was sitting next to him, turned his head to look at the long street in the distance, and lowered his voice to Tang Ruoxue:
"Mr. Tang, with your identity and ability, you were completely able to calm things down just now."

"Ye Fan is your ex-husband, if you teach him a few words, he will definitely let Ao Debiao go."

"You rescued Odyssey, which is equivalent to making Zhalong owe a big favor."

"This is very helpful for us to gain a firm foothold and grow in Pakistan."

"Especially when Warlord Zhalong is admiring you now, if you reach out to help his son, I'm afraid he'll give you his heart and soul."

Ling Tianyang had curiosity in his eyes: "Why did you choose to leave at the last moment?"

No matter how she thought about it, she felt that it was a pity for Tang Ruoxue to leave like this, but she would definitely not let go of this priceless contact.

Tang Ruoxue took a sip of black coffee, without too much emotion on her face:
"Respect the fate of others and let go of helping others."

"Ao Debiao took the blame for himself, why should I owe Ye Fan favors for a dandy?"

"And these years, Ye Fan and I have sung too many opposite scenes, so we can't conflict with him anymore."

Her tone was indifferent: "As for Zhalong's thanks, do you think I will need them?"

Ling Tianyang was startled, and then suddenly realized: "That's right, Tang always has Palace Master Xia, and Zhalong is nothing."

"Stop talking about these things!"

Tang Ruoxue looked up into the distance and said lightly, "The most urgent thing is to find out who is behind the kidnapping."

"I want to see who is brave enough to bribe the doctor to kidnap me."

"I still want to see what they kidnapped Tang Ruoxue for."

She didn't have a murderer alive, but she was able to deduce something.

Ling Tianyang nodded repeatedly when he heard the words: "Understood, I will urge Jiang Yanzi to dig out the mastermind behind the scenes, and he will be punished no matter how far away!"

"In addition, I will also arrange people to search for Mr. Tang's information, and I will definitely rehabilitate him."

"I will never allow Tang Pingfan and Song Hongyan to slander Mr. Tang!"

"Mr. Tang, you actually know that there are black hands behind the scenes to deal with you. Why do you still come out for a stroll at night?"

"Wolong, Huohuo and Fengchu haven't healed yet, a few bodyguards from the Tang family are not enough to protect you."

She reminded: "If you encounter a more tyrannical enemy, Mr. Tang may be in danger..."

Tang Ruoxue glanced at her and said lightly, "You teach me how to do things?"

The corner of Ling Tianyang's mouth twitched a few times: "Don't dare, dare not, I'm just worried about Mr. Tang!"

After she finished speaking, she reached out to wipe the sweat from her forehead.

For some reason, after returning from the castle this time, she felt that Tang Ruoxue's whole temperament had changed.

Not only is it chilly, but it also lacks emotion, giving people an indescribable indifference.

Just one look made Ling Tianyang feel suffocated.

Tang Ruoxue didn't speak any more, just looked down at her wrist, looked at the needle hole where the blood was drawn, and murmured:
"Phoenix Nirvana, reborn from the ashes, its sound is clearer, its feathers are more abundant, and its spirit is more marrow..."

She pressed her palm slightly, and the coffee instantly froze into ice cubes!
At almost the same moment, Wu Juecheng leaned lightly on Ye Fan, listened to the gunfire behind him and smiled:
"Young Master Ye, Chen Dahua has blocked the entire long street and trapped hundreds of people."

She asked, "What do you think he will do?"

"He went all the way to the dark!"

Ye Fan didn't look back, he played with the woman's hair with his fingers, and said calmly:

"In order to survive, and for the Chen family to have a chance of life, the brothers and sisters of the Chen family are trying their best to block the news."

"Block what happened tonight, and block the headshot of Ao Debiao."

"Even if they can't hide it in the end, they will try their best to delay it for a day or two or a few hours."

"If you have time to buffer, you will have the opportunity to escape or think of countermeasures."

He chuckled lightly: "This is the most correct and only way for the Chen family to be in a desperate situation at the moment."

Wu Juecheng smiled sweetly, didn't say anything, but pressed his face gently against Ye Fan's chest.

Ye Fandun felt hot, and his body trembled. He wanted to separate but finally heaved a helpless sigh.

An hour later, the car drove into Baguo Airport.

There was already a streamlined Gulfstream aircraft waiting on the VIP apron of the airport.

Ye Fan was slightly taken aback when he saw this: "Why did you come to the airport?"

He thought Wu Juecheng was returning to the hotel where he was staying.

"Whoa!"

Wu Juecheng got out of Ye Fan's arms, opened the car door and smiled slightly:
"Young Master Ye, when you confronted Ode and the others, I contacted Grandpa immediately."

"After my grandfather found out about the situation, he arranged for me a special plane back to Xinguo."

"He said that there will soon be a bloody storm between Young Master Ye, Zhalong and even the dignitaries of Pakistan."

"He asked me to go to the airport immediately after leaving Long Street, and then take a special plane to fly back to Xinguo."

"He said he wasn't worried about my safety. With Young Master Ye around, I would never be harmed."

"But he's worried that I'll be a drag on Young Master Ye, or become a weakness that restricts Young Master Ye."

"So the old man asked me to leave Pakistan as soon as possible, so that Young Master Ye can let go of his hands and feet without any worries."

Wu Juecheng reached out and stroked Ye Fan's cheek: "So I have to go."

"So it is."

Ye Fan suddenly realized, and then smiled: "Mr. Sun is worthy of being a financial predator, and he hits the nail on the head when he does things."

Wu Juecheng flew back to Xinguo, he did have one less worry.

"Young Master Ye, although we just met and got together tonight, it is enough for Juecheng."

"Tonight's anger at the crown is enough for Juecheng to remember for a lifetime."

"Reluctance, but also need restraint."

"Young Master Ye, let me dance for you before I fly away."

After finishing speaking, Wu Juecheng got out of the car door, pulled off the tie on his long hair, and let the three thousand black hair flutter in the wind.

The unique aroma filled the car and touched Ye Fan's nose.

Ye Fan wanted to say no, but as soon as the words came to his lips, they fell apart in Wu Juecheng's sad face.

Wu Juecheng bowed slightly to Ye Fan: "Young Master Ye, Juecheng dances solo for you—fireworks on earth!"

"One person later crossed the south of the Yangtze River, misty rain lock melancholy."

"Hearing Wu Peng lightly shake the oars, I don't know what to think."

Before Ye Fan could make a sound, Wu Juecheng withdrew several meters, turning his body lightly, like a nine-day fairy.

The woman's voice was pleasant to the ear, but it was a little more sad and resentful at the moment.

The fluttering long sleeves and twirling hair prevented Ye Fan from seeing the expression on her face clearly.

But he could feel a sad heart in the dancing posture, and then it flew towards him, almost suffocating.

"A firework in the world, you once bloomed, engraved a few people in my heart, and lived alone from then on..."

Maybe it was because the lights at the airport were too blurry, or maybe it was because the night wind that hit was too confusing, but Ye Fan caught the tears in the woman's eyes, which were crystal clear.

He thought of the acquaintance of the two in Xinguo, the hug given by the woman, and the tribulations they had shared.

But he didn't have the strength to jump down and hug her.

"You hold a paper umbrella and look back at the thousand-year-old Bird Clothes Lane, ask Jun Qingsi how many feet long, can you measure the wind and the moon..."

At the end of the song, Wu Juecheng stood three meters away from Ye Fan.

But the latter could no longer see her tears, which were obviously wiped away in the dance.

Afterwards, Ye Fan saw Wu Juecheng bowing slightly, expressing his thanks elegantly and lonely:
"Young Master Ye, I'm leaving! You, take care!"

Looking at his eyes affectionately, Ye Fan opened his lips to hug the woman and wanted the woman to stay.

It's just that when the words came to his lips, they weighed heavily on his heart like a thousand weights.

Because Ye Fan knows that a simple sentence requires a lifetime of practice and protection!

And he has a wife.

So Ye Fan could only look at the woman silently, using silence to express his struggle.

"Young Master Ye, goodbye!"

Seeing that Ye Fan didn't respond, Wu Juecheng smiled and stepped forward, kissing Ye Fan lightly on the forehead.

Then she walked backwards towards the private plane.

Ye Fan still didn't move, let alone say goodbye, worried that once he said it, he would never see Wu Juecheng again in this life.

At the door of the cabin, Wu Juecheng waved goodbye, and when he turned around, tears flowed down again.

"Ugh-"

Just like that, Wu Juecheng disappeared from Ye Fan's vision.

The plane, the person, the smile, the dance, all flew away.

Ye Fan's heart was also empty all of a sudden. Looking at the red dots of airplanes flashing in the sky, he said softly:
"A firework in the world, you once bloomed..."

(End of this chapter)