Sweet Pillow Pet: The CEO's Exclusive Wife

Chapter 155 Jealousy, Enough!
For dinner, at the Lin family's dining table, Lin Qing was not listless.

Facing a large table of delicacies, she, a self-proclaimed foodie, had no appetite at all.

He didn't even look sideways at Morun, who was deliberately sitting next to him. From the beginning to the end, he didn't mean to take a good look at him.

On the contrary, it was Lin's father, Lin's mother, who kept asking questions about Moran's situation in the United States during this period, such as when did he graduate, when did he start working, what plans did he have when he returned to China, and so on.

Mo Lun still replied politely as if he hadn't gone abroad, but that gaze always lingered on Lin Qing's face and never left.

However, Lin Qing always said some unsightly words.

Mother Lin asked: "Xiao Lun, what major did you study in the United States? Can you find a suitable job when you return to China?"

Just as Mo Lun was about to answer, Lin Qing sighed coldly: "I don't know where Xi Chen will sleep tonight..."

Mother Lin asked: "Xiao Lun, is your mother in good health? Did it get better after arriving in the United States? After all, is American medicine more developed..."

"Well, it's better... Mom, she..."

Mo Lun stopped his chopsticks and just finished talking, Lin Qing fiddled with the rice grains, and began to mutter again: "It is said that there are only corn bread in there, the kind that Bangbang can be used as a weapon to hit people, how can Xichen eat it..."

Lin's father and Lin's mother suddenly had an unbearable expression on their faces. After looking at each other, Lin's mother felt that this could not continue. With that in mind, Mother Lin kicked Lin Qing hard under the table.

Lin Qing let out a cry, bent down and rubbed her injured leg, and stared at her mother with resentment and protested: "Mom, what are you doing! You are eating well, why are you kicking me?"

She acted very innocent.

Mo Lun couldn't finish this meal. He even regretted coming to eat at home during this time.

"Dear sister Lin, are you not afraid that I will be jealous?"

Moran squinted at her, half teasing, half teasing, his expression looked extremely funny.

Lin Qing was not ambiguous, went to the kitchen and took out a vinegar bottle, brushed it, poured a full bowl at once, pushed it in front of Mo Lun, and said with a blunt expression: "We don't have delicacies from mountains and seas, so jealous, don't worry! "

A twitching expression appeared on Morun's face. It might be impossible to find any comfort in Sister Lin tonight.

Leaving Lin's house, just out of the gate of the community, there was an overseas call to Morun's mobile phone.

"Hey?"

Other people's calls can be ignored, but this person's calls must not be ignored.

As long as there is a breath, even if you breathe your last breath in front of the phone, the call will definitely be answered.

"Lun, the only blood of the Boz family is in China." Corleone on the other end of the phone spoke extremely solemnly, but even though he was holding back, Morun still smelled a strong smell of blood.

As long as it is found that the Boz family still has blood, what Corleone wants to do is to choke the Boz family by the throat. With his personality, he will not give the Boz family a chance to breathe.

It's just that the blood of the Bozi family is in China, which is very puzzling.

"Ang, is this true?" Mo Lun parked the car aside, feeling a little cold in his hands.

There is snow and frost in the eyes, which is quite different from the expression in the Lin family. It looks like there are two people at all.

"Definitely. Moreover, we have found a few clues. In the end, we will determine from these few people which one will be the heir of the Boz family."

Corleone laughed strangely on the phone, and then said with a murderous look: "Of course, when necessary, I'd rather kill ten thousand by mistake than miss one!"

This is Corleone's style, violent, bloody, leaving no room for it.

"Is there anything I can do?" Moran asked.

"NO!"

To Moron's surprise, Corleone didn't mention the list of candidates this time.

According to the previous practice, Corleone would give him a copy of the list. After all, he was in China, and it would be more convenient for him to conduct on-the-spot investigations. This time, Corleone actually refused very resolutely.

"Now, you don't need to know." Corleone said coldly on the other end of the phone.

Mo Lun replied in a low voice, but didn't ask any further questions.

No one could stop what Corleone wanted to say, and no one could ask what he didn't want to say.He understood this truth many years ago.

Back in a villa in the suburbs, as soon as he got out of the car, several people greeted him and took the documents and coat from him one by one with a very respectful attitude.

This villa is located in a remote location, but the scenery is excellent.

In order to choose a base in China, the Corey family has secretly deployed it for many years. Of course, as an ordinary businessman, they bought a piece of land and then built it. From the foundation laying to the completion, everything was done secretly.

On the surface, it is no different from other villas, at most it looks a little more exotic, but the people who build the villas will always come up with some tricks, so this is not surprising.

In fact, the mysterious place is inside.

There are only three floors on the surface of the villa, but there are five floors underground.

After Moran returned to China, he settled in this place.If you are a careful person, you can see excessive vigilance from the guards' eyes when you get here. If you get closer, you can see that they will habitually insert their hands into their waists. This is a defensive posture, and slightly There is a faint murderous look in the squinted eyes.

Their waists are always tight, but they wear jackets that are not so tight. Only in this way can at least two or three weapons be tucked into their waists.

And the higher the status, the less need to wear weapons, just like Moran.

He is the only person in this place who can safely enter and exit without a weapon.

And with his vigilance and dexterity, he can judge the danger in a very short time, and in this very short time, he has enough ability to knock down the danger.

After taking off his coat, his face was completely deserted.

Under the cold light, his fair complexion was tinged with a layer of coldness. Looking at it from a distance, it can make people shy away.He strode into the house, waving, only his closest confidants followed, and the rest of them consciously guarded the door, one on the left and one on the right, standing guard.

"JOHN, the heir of the Boz family is in China."

After John heard it, he was shocked for a while, his mouth opened wide, and he couldn't close it for a long time.

"Lun, is this true? Didn't Ang kill them all? Even the baby in the swaddle was blown off his head by raising his hand without hesitation. How could there still be blood?"

When it comes to the bloodbath that year, although JOHN did not participate in it, but it was passed from someone else's mouth, which is enough to make people's hair stand on end.

That year, Corleone was still young and hadn't really taken charge of the Cory family.

In that year, he relied on bloody means to establish a firm position, so that in the subsequent family succession, no one dared to compete with him and became his subordinate willingly.

The Cory family and the Boz family are feuds, and all the enmity has been wiped out with Corleone's bloody brutality.

The Boz family has since disappeared.

The Corey family, as the pride of the Sicilians, stood on American soil.

As for the unique principle of silence of the Hoh Xilians, as for the news of the Boz family, only insiders know about it, no one dares to spread it outside, and Morun is indeed an accident of the Cory family, which is all Sicilians.

"Well, Ang said it himself."

JOHN was the only person he trusted, and even so, Moran wouldn't tell the whole story.

Although he is not of the Hoh Xil blood, under the influence of the Hoh Xil people, he has learned not only the principle of silence, but also a more important point, never completely trusting anyone.

"Len, what do you need from me?"

JOHN is very smart and knows what to ask and what not to ask.

This blond boy was rescued by Moran when he was dying on the farm, so besides respect, he was 100% loyal to Moran.

"When Ang asked you to go back to the United States, I will not be by your side. You should be more careful, understand?"

Mo Lun looked at him seriously, with deep meaning in his eyes.

This time, Corleone asked JOHN to return to the headquarters by name alone. With Ang's style, every time he did something, he concealed his motives and foreshadowing. Therefore, it was not just as simple as asking JOHN to go home to visit relatives.

"Okay, I know! Lun, if I have the chance, I will definitely get that list!"

John saluted the standard American military salute, then turned around and left his room.

Moran smiled at his back, yes, he did need that list.

But for safety reasons, he would not let John die for a list, so he didn't explicitly order him to do so, and John must have understood what he meant if he took the initiative to propose it.

For some reason, that list made his heart throb.

In the Cory family, Morun, who is under one person and above ten thousand people, has long been numb to who is about to die at the hands of Corleone. Will blink - but, this time is different, his heart, a little touched.

Ang is very shy about this list, there must be some hidden secrets that he doesn't want to let him know.

Moran wanted to know which people were listed on the list by the bloody and brutal Corleone.

The night was very dark, the corridors were brightly lit, and there were heavily armed mercenaries patrolling back and forth. In Morun's room, it was pitch black, and only his eyes were bright in this room.

The darkest place is the safest.

The principle of survival for many years has made him deeply realize that exposure to the light is a taboo.

Darkness is fair to everyone, even enemies.Searching in the dark, waiting, and hitting the prey, the blood splashed out, like a blooming poppy, so enchanting and gorgeous... He likes this way.

The lighter vibrated slightly, and a cluster of blue flames flashed out, which were fleeting. Then, the cigarette he held between his fingers ignited, and the fiery red burning cigarette butt flickered on and off, and Morun fell into deep thought.

Slowly, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Everything from the past came to mind, like a dream.

(End of this chapter)