Chapter 1141
"It is said that last night, people came from the army / district and took them away! As for where people are now, there is no whereabouts so far! Mr. mu, where are you? Is it convenient to go back to China? "
Qin Zhou, who is always calm, can't hide his anxiety in his words.
Muyazhe's eyebrows are a little sharp.
Army / district?!
The first thing that mu Yazhe doubted was Mu Linfeng.
But on second thought, it's impossible.
Mu Linfeng will not do so. In one way, the second uncle respects him very much. Even if there is no hidden danger around him, he will not take his people away without saying hello or greeting!
"Did someone look for it?"
"I have sent people to look for it, but all the time No whereabouts found! "
"Wait for me!"
Muyazhe put down his mobile phone, took the coat from the hanger, and ordered, "arrange the flight, and I will go back home immediately!"
"What are you going to do when you return home now?" Mu Linfeng suddenly raised his head, and a suspicion appeared in his eyes, "what's the matter with such a hurried look?"
"Something important."
"Hum! I don't think so. Is it related to that woman? "
Mu Linfeng doubted.
He was silent for a long time, but he didn't say anything.
However, when Mu Linfeng saw him, he knew that he was in a hurry to return to China, for fear that he had something to do with Yun's poems!
So he said coldly, "no going back! Tomorrow, there's another important party you have to attend! "
"Second uncle, I'm sorry! I'm afraid I can't attend the party. Sorry! " As he said that, he went to the door.
"Stop!"
Mu Linfeng loses his color and starts to fight.
He stopped, but did not turn around.
It's just a little stiff on the back.
Mu Linfeng suddenly gets up, leaves from the table, walks behind him, looks cold: "Yazhe, this is not like you! What do you want to do when you go back home now? "
"Second uncle, I will give you a satisfactory explanation later. But now, I have to go back!"
With that, he left in a hurry.
Mu Linfeng's eyes were fixed on his back. His eyes narrowed slowly and flashed a dangerous feeling.
This woman, keep it, it's really a disaster!
Look at his nephew, he's lost!
……
Dark underground warehouse, wet and dusty.
Cloud poetry painstakingly opened his eyes, the sharp pain penetrated into the bone, the whole heart was trembling!
A little movement, involving the wound, dull sharp pain!
Accompanied by a hoarse suction, in the dark, a pair of eyes full of fear suddenly opened, a beam of moonlight refracted into the bottom of the eye, and the pupil suddenly expanded violently.
The incandescent lamp on the top of the head is constantly shaking, but it's dark all around. Under the dim light, the shadow is pulled alone, making people feel suffocating.
After returning from the nightmare, the panic in the eyes of yunshishi gradually faded away, and gradually recovered the focus. In a moment, the bottom of the eyes became cold and calm.
The dark underground warehouse exudes a light musty smell.
In the dim light, the dark hair of cloud poetry is scattered on the shoulders, covering half of the beautiful face. The ends of the hair seem to be stained with red and thick blood. Under the light and shadow of the cold tone, there seems to be some bruises on the cheeks.
The willow eyebrows are tightened, the eyes are closed, the corners of the lips are cut, the teeth are clenched, the lip lines are twisted, as if trying to bear something.
Qin Zhou, who is always calm, can't hide his anxiety in his words.
Muyazhe's eyebrows are a little sharp.
Army / district?!
The first thing that mu Yazhe doubted was Mu Linfeng.
But on second thought, it's impossible.
Mu Linfeng will not do so. In one way, the second uncle respects him very much. Even if there is no hidden danger around him, he will not take his people away without saying hello or greeting!
"Did someone look for it?"
"I have sent people to look for it, but all the time No whereabouts found! "
"Wait for me!"
Muyazhe put down his mobile phone, took the coat from the hanger, and ordered, "arrange the flight, and I will go back home immediately!"
"What are you going to do when you return home now?" Mu Linfeng suddenly raised his head, and a suspicion appeared in his eyes, "what's the matter with such a hurried look?"
"Something important."
"Hum! I don't think so. Is it related to that woman? "
Mu Linfeng doubted.
He was silent for a long time, but he didn't say anything.
However, when Mu Linfeng saw him, he knew that he was in a hurry to return to China, for fear that he had something to do with Yun's poems!
So he said coldly, "no going back! Tomorrow, there's another important party you have to attend! "
"Second uncle, I'm sorry! I'm afraid I can't attend the party. Sorry! " As he said that, he went to the door.
"Stop!"
Mu Linfeng loses his color and starts to fight.
He stopped, but did not turn around.
It's just a little stiff on the back.
Mu Linfeng suddenly gets up, leaves from the table, walks behind him, looks cold: "Yazhe, this is not like you! What do you want to do when you go back home now? "
"Second uncle, I will give you a satisfactory explanation later. But now, I have to go back!"
With that, he left in a hurry.
Mu Linfeng's eyes were fixed on his back. His eyes narrowed slowly and flashed a dangerous feeling.
This woman, keep it, it's really a disaster!
Look at his nephew, he's lost!
……
Dark underground warehouse, wet and dusty.
Cloud poetry painstakingly opened his eyes, the sharp pain penetrated into the bone, the whole heart was trembling!
A little movement, involving the wound, dull sharp pain!
Accompanied by a hoarse suction, in the dark, a pair of eyes full of fear suddenly opened, a beam of moonlight refracted into the bottom of the eye, and the pupil suddenly expanded violently.
The incandescent lamp on the top of the head is constantly shaking, but it's dark all around. Under the dim light, the shadow is pulled alone, making people feel suffocating.
After returning from the nightmare, the panic in the eyes of yunshishi gradually faded away, and gradually recovered the focus. In a moment, the bottom of the eyes became cold and calm.
The dark underground warehouse exudes a light musty smell.
In the dim light, the dark hair of cloud poetry is scattered on the shoulders, covering half of the beautiful face. The ends of the hair seem to be stained with red and thick blood. Under the light and shadow of the cold tone, there seems to be some bruises on the cheeks.
The willow eyebrows are tightened, the eyes are closed, the corners of the lips are cut, the teeth are clenched, the lip lines are twisted, as if trying to bear something.