Chapter 472: The temperament of the Ye family

d replied faintly, "well, let's go!"such as receiving an amnesty, Feng Qianxue quickly left, walked a few steps and began to trot all the way, eager to go back to see the child.Night Thunder looked at..."you have to ask Grandpa about that." Night Thunder was very cold. "maybe he thought I was more suitable to take his place than you, so when I was sixteen, he passed on the inheritance to me." It's been ten years, and you're still upset about it Is it necessary "

"I've already put it down, but you dare to touch my son, so don't blame me for being impolite." Night Zhenyun's tone became gloomy and cold.

"he asked for it." I drink cold at night.

"I forgot if you didn't tell me." The night vibrates the cloud gloomy sneer, "you two brothers have a good relationship since childhood, for a woman to make such a scene, I would like to see, she is what kind of national beauty!"

"Don't mess around."

"it depends on my mood." Night Zhenyun smiled coldly. "you know, I have a bad temper. If she makes me unhappy, I can do anything."

"are you threatening me" The night was so angry that he gritted his teeth.

"each other, too." Night Zhenyun smiled coldly. "when you figure it out and let me see my grandfather, I will naturally let her go!"

with that, Night Zhenyun hung up the phone.

listening to the busy tone on the phone, Night was so angry that he was pale with anger. Of course he knew Ye Zhenyun's temper.

that woman acts decisively and fiercely, and her temper is uncertain, which is all the common fault of their night house.

if a word of Feng Qianxue upset her, she might be able to do anything.

"Night King, don't worry, the Night Army is already investigating the location of Yun Zong." Ye Hui comforted carefully, "when he finds out the clue, we will act immediately and we will certainly get the person out."

Night Thunder said nothing, but dropped his eyes and thought about something.

the ultra-thin mobile phone in the palm is spinning, representing his impatient mood.

in the past, when he confronted Night Zhenyun, he was always calm, calm and sophisticated, but this time, he was a little confused.

he was agitated at the thought that the wind and snow might be dangerous.

(adsbygoogle = indo.adsbygoogle | | []). Ush ({}); < night glow has never seen night thunder like this, tentatively asked: "Why not, let her see" Anyway, Don is awake, there are our people inside and outside the hospital, and there is nothing Yun can do. "

"that's not the point." Night Thunder frowned. "the point is, if I had compromised in the first place, there would have been no need to fight the next battle."

"that."

"wait a minute." Night Thunder clenched his cell phone. "Let the Night Army send me all the clues, and I'll investigate it myself."

"Yes."

.

Feng Qianxue gradually woke up and found himself lying in a delicate room, with no one around.

she recalled what had happened before the coma and realized that she was in danger. She suddenly turned over and sat up, but fell on the bed again because of the syncope coming from her head.

she hugged her head and tried to calm herself down. She began to look around. It was a delicate and elegant room that looked no different from the guest room of a large family.

she was wearing her own white cotton dress and loose hair, and she didn't feel any injuries except for dizziness.

who on earth brought her here

these people don't look like unrelated gangsters, otherwise she wouldn't be safe.

is it Mr. Night's man

or the Ling family

Feng Qianxue was thinking wildly when the door suddenly opened and two maids came in pushing the dining cart.

"where is this Who are you " The wind and snow held up the powerless body and sat up.

the maid did not answer her question, but put the dinner on the table, then bowed to her and left silently.

"wait a minute."

Feng Qianxue tried to stop the maid, but she had no strength. The maid opened the door and left without saying a word from beginning to end.y my enemy Yeshi.the feud of the previous generation, I hope it can stop at the end of my life, and do not implicate the next generation.so, by the time I read this letter, I should have been dead. No...