Chapter 1727
When Yuntian heard that Nianwen mentioned him, he seemed to be worried about his safety. He immediately felt happy and walked leisurely to Wener's side: "I live in your yard today, and I will not go anywhere."
Wen'er frowned and glanced quickly at Wan Kun, but saw that Wan Kun said, "I plan to live in wen'er yard with me today. There is a well packed guest room."
Seeing that Wan Kun has no objection, Wen Er naturally won't say much. In this case, it seems that it's not the time to discuss avoiding suspicion.
It's better to be together than to be separated.
In a short time, the people of ten thousand families sent things here. There were four boxes in total, which eight people carried in.
Wan Kun looked at the people who were carrying the boxes. His eyebrows suddenly wrinkled. He looked forward to the two humanitarians: "where is the money manager? Why didn't he come? "
The young man carrying the box shook his head in a daze: "I don't know, this is the guy beside the money manager who asked us to send it."
The guy next to the money manager?
There is no one around the money manager. He has been following him all the time. There is only one accountant. Besides, there is no one else.
"You know that little guy?"
The young man shook his head. "I don't know. He said he was the money manager's boy. His name is Alai."
Wen'er approached Wan Kun and said, "four boxes, the two at the back are obviously heavy, but the people carrying the boxes are light and have some problems."
Naturally, Wan Kun also saw that, otherwise, he would not question a servant like this.
He nodded, and then pointed to the eight people carrying the box: "you all stand here, there is a reward."
Eight people stand in a row, Wan Kun ' Four mountain people who have been living in the sun for years.
Wan Kun pointed to the man who had just asked, "do you know everyone else?"
The guy looked at the four people on the right side of his eyes and said, "I don't know. They came from behind. They said that the money manager added something else. Let them carry it together and go into the house with them."
Lingcong people speak with a strong accent, like they are speaking with their tongues rolled up, which is the southern accent.
Wan Kun pointed to the four people on the right and asked, "are you guys in that shop?"
The dark young man raised his half hung head slowly, and his eyes were fixed on wankun. The original respectful color disappeared in a moment, showing a trace of cruelty and bloodthirsty.
"It seems that we don't need to pretend anymore. Since you have doubted our identity, why don't you directly touch us? What are you doing with all that nonsense? " Among the four, the young man, headed by Wan Kun, said in a cold and heartless voice.
When the other four guys heard this, they hurriedly backed away. Wen'er waved to them, "are you still going? Don't you know what to do? "
Four people hurriedly nodded: "know." They snatched the road and ran. After a few steps, they wanted to shout out assassins, trying to attract the superior guards in the mansion.
However, just at the moment of their opening, a small silver needle pierced their back heart, making their words choked in their throat.
Wen'er frowned and glanced quickly at Wan Kun, but saw that Wan Kun said, "I plan to live in wen'er yard with me today. There is a well packed guest room."
Seeing that Wan Kun has no objection, Wen Er naturally won't say much. In this case, it seems that it's not the time to discuss avoiding suspicion.
It's better to be together than to be separated.
In a short time, the people of ten thousand families sent things here. There were four boxes in total, which eight people carried in.
Wan Kun looked at the people who were carrying the boxes. His eyebrows suddenly wrinkled. He looked forward to the two humanitarians: "where is the money manager? Why didn't he come? "
The young man carrying the box shook his head in a daze: "I don't know, this is the guy beside the money manager who asked us to send it."
The guy next to the money manager?
There is no one around the money manager. He has been following him all the time. There is only one accountant. Besides, there is no one else.
"You know that little guy?"
The young man shook his head. "I don't know. He said he was the money manager's boy. His name is Alai."
Wen'er approached Wan Kun and said, "four boxes, the two at the back are obviously heavy, but the people carrying the boxes are light and have some problems."
Naturally, Wan Kun also saw that, otherwise, he would not question a servant like this.
He nodded, and then pointed to the eight people carrying the box: "you all stand here, there is a reward."
Eight people stand in a row, Wan Kun ' Four mountain people who have been living in the sun for years.
Wan Kun pointed to the man who had just asked, "do you know everyone else?"
The guy looked at the four people on the right side of his eyes and said, "I don't know. They came from behind. They said that the money manager added something else. Let them carry it together and go into the house with them."
Lingcong people speak with a strong accent, like they are speaking with their tongues rolled up, which is the southern accent.
Wan Kun pointed to the four people on the right and asked, "are you guys in that shop?"
The dark young man raised his half hung head slowly, and his eyes were fixed on wankun. The original respectful color disappeared in a moment, showing a trace of cruelty and bloodthirsty.
"It seems that we don't need to pretend anymore. Since you have doubted our identity, why don't you directly touch us? What are you doing with all that nonsense? " Among the four, the young man, headed by Wan Kun, said in a cold and heartless voice.
When the other four guys heard this, they hurriedly backed away. Wen'er waved to them, "are you still going? Don't you know what to do? "
Four people hurriedly nodded: "know." They snatched the road and ran. After a few steps, they wanted to shout out assassins, trying to attract the superior guards in the mansion.
However, just at the moment of their opening, a small silver needle pierced their back heart, making their words choked in their throat.