The president of the rebirth of the movie queen lives next door

Chapter 1467 This is all your debt

The phone rang suddenly, Cheng Zhiyuan glanced at the incoming call, and after a moment of silence, he still picked it up.

"grandfather."

"I'm in Yungang, I'll come to Huo's house right away."

The old man's voice was a little hoarse, but he didn't feel tired at all. It was still cold and serious, just like every previous conversation.

Cheng Zhiyuan looked at the world in front of him silently, and said without emotion,

"I'm busy right now, Grandpa."

"No matter how busy you are, you must come here immediately!"

There was a shout over there, the old man suppressed his rapid panting, gritted his teeth and squeezed out a tearing sound from his throat,

"Your aunt was kidnapped. Someone called me and said she was dead, and that you would be next!"

His eyes froze for an instant, and the man's face became paler.

He hung up the phone with a blank expression on his face, and said almost in a daze,
"Go back to Huo's house."

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Before he had time to bend down and bow to the old man, a slap came towards him, slapping his face sideways to the other side.

Mr. Huo, who was on the sidelines, froze slightly, and his face was a little cold.

"It's my family, Pianpi, who made him stay in Yungang all the time. If Commander Cheng wants to blame him, he might as well give this old man a slap in the face first."

"I'll teach my grandson a lesson, don't worry about it."

Commander Cheng looked at the person in front of him coldly, his voice was cold and unemotional.

Mr. Huo's face became even colder, but Cheng Zhiyuan interrupted what he was about to say.

He wiped away the blood from the broken skin at the corner of his mouth in a neutral manner, lowered his head against half of his rapidly red and swollen face, and said in an indifferent tone,
"Grandpa doesn't need to speak for me. I protect my aunt."

He didn't protect Piancao well either.

So, this is what I deserve.

but
He paused, and finally looked up at Commander Cheng,

"I hope grandpa can tell me the whole content of that phone call. Finding someone is the most important thing now."

The old man sat down on the sofa in the lobby with a cold face, and quickly explained the call he received earlier.

The indoor space is large, and the quiet, cold and tense atmosphere lasted for a while before being interrupted by Commander Cheng.
"You know exactly who's up to it, don't you?"

He stared at his grandson, his lips were almost chapped. The gunshots on the phone and his daughter's familiar voice kept echoing along the way, tormenting him physically and mentally.
Terrified.

Seeing Cheng Zhiyuan's silent expression at this moment, he suddenly felt that his grandson might know everything,
"Tell me, who is that person!"

Cheng Zhiyuan was silent for a moment, then slowly raised his head to look at him.

"This is all your debt, Grandpa."

He stared at the old man with red eyes, expressionless, and said this word by word.

This was the first time Cheng Zhiyuan spoke to his grandfather in such an almost disrespectful manner.

Commander Cheng was stunned, and then he heard his grandson utter a familiar yet unfamiliar name,
"Gu Chuyan."

The turbid pupils constricted instantly, this time in a daze for a longer period of time.

Then the old man slowly closed his eyes and understood everything.

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Standing on the large terrace outside the restaurant, Chu Yan looked at Shen Pianyu's back as she slowly walked up the stairs to the eighth floor. He didn't turn around until she heard the sound of the French windows being closed.

The night wind blew his short hair up, and he leaned on the railing to look at the dark sea for a long time before turning around and preparing to walk into the restaurant.

But for some reason, the footsteps stopped when they were about to enter the door.

As if he had suddenly changed his mind, he turned his head and walked down the stairs with the wall lights on.

It is clearly the same as the road you just walked, but from two people to one, there are inexplicably different feelings.

His fingers slid all the way across the exquisitely painted and carved railings, and he felt that the wind was much colder.

(End of this chapter)