The chief idle wife is too enchanting

Chapter 72 Meeting on a Narrow Road, the Brave Wins?

Half an hour later, he was overjoyed by the results of the technology. The flower on the woman's shoulder was indeed a seven-color flower.But they couldn't determine whether the flower was a mark left by the T organization or an ordinary tattoo.

If you want to determine the origin of this flower, you can only find the person in the photo.

Not long after, a senior police officer from the Sixth Division of National Security, who was sunbathing at the beach for his annual vacation, received a secret order from his superiors to immediately end his vacation and participate in an investigation mission.

The mission was urgent and there was no need to delay. The young police officer immediately packed up his bags and entered into a tense working state.

Today is the anniversary of Yilan's death. Every year at this time, Mo Yao's heart is always very heavy. In the past 17 years, there has been no exception.Beiying's car hadn't arrived yet, he was sitting alone in the spacious office, the sunlight outside the window was dazzling, but he couldn't dry out the haze in his heart.

On the large nanmu table, there were two invitations, one was for the Sumi Film Festival, and the other was for JH International’s annual charity gala. The assistant said that both invitations had been delivered for a long time, and The dates are on the same day.

The invitation letter for the Sumi Film Festival was within Mo Yao's expectation.Yilan showed her talent in photography when she was very young. At that time, a SLR camera head was bigger than her face, so she carried the camera around the world like crazy, and he followed closely. Behind her, when she is tired from running, help her carry the camera.

Yilan said that her greatest dream is to participate in the Sumi Film Festival and exhibit her works in D City.

"Yilan, I helped you achieve your wish, have you seen it?"

Mo Yao was clutching his pockets with both hands, and his voice was full of sadness that could make the smelling sad and the listening cry.

He stood in front of a picture called "The Jungle Under the Sunset", which was taken by Yilan when he was 6 years old.In the painting, the sun is setting, tall trees stand tall, clusters of green leaves are intoxicating, and there are two small shadows on the ground, head to head, small hands holding small hands, making people think about it.

Regardless of the shooting angle or the idea of ​​composition, it does not look like the work of a 6-year-old child.

It was Yilan's 6th birthday that day, and Mo Yao bought her a Leica S Centennial Limited Edition SLR camera with the pocket money given by his mother.When he gave her the camera, she happily stayed in the back mountain for a whole afternoon as if she had found a rare treasure.

The sound of Lang Lang's laughter still rings in my ears, but it's just that things have been different for many years. Mo Yao smiled bitterly, turned and walked towards another work.

As soon as he walked away, Dong Yilan dragged Dong Chengcheng, who looked like a baby koala, to the front of the painting.Compared with Dong Yilan's cheerful appearance, Xiao Tiancheng's listless appearance seemed to be forced by someone with a knife on his neck.

In fact, Little Sweet Orange had no choice but to accompany her to the exhibition because of Dong Yilan's threat.

Yesterday, he was bored for a while, so he stared at the defense system of a security department, and ran to his territory to fight with him. When he was annoyed, several security directors joined forces and fought with him all night in turn. Today, Dong Yilan called him When he woke up, he had just fallen asleep.

He refused to get up, Dong Yilan threatened, "If you don't get up, I'll tell Daddy and Mommy about you secretly being the information security supervisor!"

Little Sweet Orange got up from the bed with a sad face.

Dong Yilan dragged him for only one purpose, fearing that he would be unreliable in modifying the ticket purchase information, but when she came, she found out that after picking up the ticket and going through a series of procedures, it went smoothly beyond her imagination.

If I had known earlier, I would not have carried this small oil bottle.

It is estimated that Dong Chengcheng would vomit blood when he heard this.

"Sister, you're already in, let me go home?" Xiao Tiancheng reluctantly tugged on Dong Yilan's backpack, firstly because she was afraid of getting sleepy and losing it, and secondly because she really didn't want to use her own strength to walk.

"Follow me honestly, don't go out to take a taxi by yourself!" Sister Yu ordered, and Xiao Tiancheng's face immediately turned into a sour lemon.

Bored and following behind Dong Yilan, he is passionate about the electronics industry and the Internet, and he is not interested in these pictures and pictures, things that are too literary and artistic. After following this all the way, he has no interest at all and keeps yawning.

In the jungle under the setting sun, Yilan suddenly felt a bright light in front of her eyes, and a feeling of deja vu came to her heart, which made her stop in front of this photo.

Bang!
The little sweet orange who was yawning was distracted for a moment, and bumped into Dong Yilan's body with a bang, her feet swayed, and she was bounced back two steps. After standing still, she raised her eyes and looked at her sister with contempt, and muttered with her chubby little mouth: "I don't even know how to brake."

Dong Yilan was concentrating on the picture on the wall. She looked serious, quiet and peaceful, exuding a unique light all over her body.

Mo Yao was attracted by this sudden aura, and couldn't help looking over here.

Under the incandescent light, he seemed to see the grown-up Yilan standing in front of him admiring his works. The white blazing light sprinkled on her long black hair and eyelashes, covering her with a layer as thin as a cicada. The light gauze of the wings, time seems to stand still, as beautiful as a dream.

"Yilan..." He was about to call out her name, but at this moment, the phone rang. He lowered his head to turn off the phone, and when he looked up again, there was no sign of Yilan.

Perhaps, hallucination, the bitterness in the corner of the mouth became a little heavier.

It was already evening when we left the film festival, and there was less than an hour before the opening of JH International's annual star charity gala.

As a person who dominates in the dark world, Mo Yao is not very interested in things like charity. What he does is killing people and setting fire to the business. His crimes.

So he should do good things like doing good deeds and leave them to those who are likely to go to heaven. The road to heaven is so crowded, he wished he could go to hell alone with his head held high.

But it's not easy for him not to give Dong Chuchen's face.

Although Zhang Xian's matter was still on his mind, until the facts were found out, he still had a face to face.

When Mo Yao's Rolls-Royce arrived at the JH International Hotel, the front of the hotel was already surrounded by fans on the third floor and the third floor outside. Even the vehicle lanes left by the traffic police were dominated by enthusiastic fans. Name tags, crazy shouts and cheers, the periphery has basically entered an uncontrollable state, and the situation is in chaos.

His car was forced to stop early, and he entered the venue on foot under the escort of Beiying and several other security personnel.

At the entrance of the walking passage, Mo Yao ran into a person head-on, and he had to raise his head due to the imposing aura of the person coming.

Looking at each other, his brows and eyes are as cold as death, and the shadows at the end of his eyes are as sharp as a blade. No need to speak, the aura makes people have to surrender.

Others have a similar feeling.

Who is he?
The eyes that looked at each other were a little more inquiring, like two wild beasts that met unexpectedly, always giving themselves time to estimate the strength of the other.

After a while, Mo Yao automatically took a step back and gave way to the road. It was not a retreat, but a kind of gesture of favor in a certain sense. People like them would not rashly offend someone who didn't know the details.

The other party bowed his head, greeted with a smile, thanked Mo Yao for his courtesy, and then strode in.

"Qi Ye..." Bei Ying wanted to say something, but Mo Yao raised his hand to stop her, and the group followed closely to the party.

Every year, the JH International Charity Gala is full of bright stars, and this year is no exception. There are many popular stars at home and abroad. The female stars are competing for beauty, and the male stars are not far behind. It even overwhelmed the actresses, so some big names started joking, saying that it's no wonder it's getting harder to gain a foothold now, men are more enchanting than women.

Just as Mo Yao walked in front of the red carpet, he heard a commotion outside. To be precise, it was a commotion higher than madness. A sharp headlight shot straight over, and the crowd, swept by a spell, fell silent in an instant.

Mo Yao stopped and looked at the limited edition Maybach slowly driving in like a show. The person who can put on such a big picture and make so many people pull over is probably the owner of JH International.

Ever since Mrs. Dong made a stunning appearance on the red carpet one year, Mrs. Dong was the only one who accompanied Dong Chuchen every year. It is estimated that there is nothing to look forward to this year. Mo Yao turned around and continued to walk to the signing area.

Wow……

As the doors opened and closed, there was a gasp of exclamation from the crowd.

Mo Yao raised his eyebrows, and turned his body around again. This glance didn't matter, it made his heart beat out of balance, and he almost couldn't stand still.The woman holding Dong Chuchen's side is the little slave he bought in Mexico, that poor woman who lied to him as Chu Qiao!

Dong Yilan appeared in a Chinese red dress, enchanting like a peony flower in full bloom. She held Dong Chuchen's arm in one hand and greeted the media with the other.

East Chu, Dong Yilan...

"Heh..." Mo Yao sneered, with self-deprecation that couldn't be concealed. No wonder he always felt that something was wrong with her. It turned out that it was the arrogance in his bones that he had been ignoring.Thinking about it, the first time we met, he took her to participate in the transaction negotiation. If it was an ordinary woman, he would have been scared to death, but her face only changed a little, and she quickly looked at it calmly. They bargained as if they were watching the sun rise and set.

He tried his best to find out Dong Yilan's origin, but now it can be explained. With Long Xuan's strength, it is a breeze to hide a person's information.

"Qi Ye, that's...Miss Chu." Even Bei Ying, who had been taciturn and unshakable, couldn't calm down anymore.

"Her surname is Dong." Mo Yao snorted coldly, Zhang Xian pursued secretly, Dong Yilan changed his name and surname to try to get closer, what exactly did Dong Chuchen want?Even his own daughter didn't hesitate to get in, which really opened his eyes.

But the seven-color flower on her shoulder... What is the connection between Dong Chuchen and that mysterious organization?
(End of this chapter)