"Aman, which old man Xu told you this?"

Old Long had already guessed in his heart, but he still asked in disbelief.

Aman scratched his head: "Xu Qingfeng."

really!

Old Long and Gu Qingying looked at each other with a stern expression.

If it is someone else, you can't take this to heart.

But what told Aman was...the thief Xu Qingfeng!

These words may have a deeper meaning!

Gu Qingying's eyes were slackening, thinking.

"Did... Aman keeps saying that he wants to protect me, not because he wants to protect me, but because he really wants to protect me?"

This is what Gu Qingying thought.

Since Aman came here from Zhenjiangcheng, he has told her more than once that he would protect her.

Before this, Gu Qingying never took this seriously, but now... since it was Xu Qingfeng who taught Aman's words, then protection... may be really protecting!

"Young lady..."

Old Long looked stern, his pupils tightened, and he subconsciously swept towards Gu Qingying's raised belly.

Gu Qingying raised her hand and gently stroked her stomach, and said with a smile: "Old Long, we will definitely not lose this time. After experiencing it once, I will not let the same thing happen again!"

His words were decisive, and his eyes were even more fierce and fierce.

Mother and son are weak, but if they are mothers, they are strong.

At this moment, Gu Qingying's eyes were still frightened even when Old Long looked at him.

Immediately.

Gu Qingying rubbed Aman's hair docilely and smiled gently: "So, will the aunt have been sleeping with Aman since tonight?"

"good."

Aman nodded and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Aunt Qingying. I thought I could hold on, but the nightmare was so scary that I could only follow what Old Man Xu said."

"It doesn't matter."

Gu Qingying knew Aman's past well and did not ask what Aman's nightmare was.

With the two left.

Old Long sat dejectedly at the desk, staring at the pile of information and documents, and was stunned.

a long time.

He slowly raised his head and murmured in a sad tone: "Madam... When will the young master come back? Please ask Mrs. to bless the young lady and bloodline!"

What Xu Qingfeng told Aman was like a thorn, inserted into his heart.

When the words of the thief Xu Qingfeng were told, even if they were "care first", they had to be vigilant.

Not to mention, the combat power of the Tianmenshan villa in front of me is really worrying.

This is what Mr. Long is most worried about.

Ordinary sluts are not afraid of.

But will the person who really covets Gu Qingying's bloodline... be a slut?

After rubbing his face, Old Long opened the drawer box of his desk. He remembered that Chen Dong used to like to put a box of cigarettes in the drawer box. When he was worried, he would smoke a stick to relieve his boredom.

Sure enough, a box of Bailiqun was lying in the corner of the drawer box.

Old Long skillfully took out one, lit it and started to suck it. Just as he was about to close the drawer box, he suddenly saw another corner from the corner.

In the corner, there is a book called "Tao Te Ching" flatly.

Old Long was lost in his mind when he looked at the "Tao Te Ching". He held a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, burning quietly, and no longer sucking it.

The smoke curled down.

The corners of his wrinkled mouth suddenly rose up.

Immediately, he extinguished the cigarette butts, regardless of the heavy work, took out the Tao Te Ching and left the study room, and went to Meng Po's room.

On the other side.

"ah!"

Zhao Polu sat up suddenly, sweating and panting.

The bedside lamp emits a dim light.

Since he was entangled in two dreams, he has no longer dared to be completely in the dark when he sleeps at night. The bedside lamp is always on, which is his only comfort.

But at this moment, he was not at all at ease when he looked at the dim light emitted by the bedside lamp. Scenes in his dream continued to emerge, like ghostly hands dragging him into the endless cold abyss of hell.

"Dreams... are always these two dreams, why, why are you constantly having such dreams?"

Zhao Polu rubbed his hair in annoyance, his eyes were covered in red bloodshot.

I was quiet for five seconds.

Zhao Polu got up and got out of bed, locking the door.

Then he took out his cell phone and dialed Xu Qingfeng's phone directly.

He had wanted to ask for it for a long time, but he kept holding it up and could not help it tonight.

The phone rang twice and was connected.

"Stupid brat, why are you calling in the middle of the night?"

On the phone, Xu Qingfeng complained a little.

Zhao Polu asked with red eyes as if he was hysterical, "Old Man Xu, I ask you why my dream has not disappeared, but now there is one more dream."

"oh?"

Xu Qingfeng exclaimed in surprise: "What dream?"

"I dream of a person, a tomb, and a yellow dragon."

Zhao Polu gave a brief description.

Xu Qingfeng responded calmly: "Oh, that's right."

By the way?!

Zhao Polu was stunned for a moment and cursed: "To your mother!"

"My mother has long died." Xu Qingfeng said.

Zhao Polu: "..."

At the moment of speechlessness.

On the phone, Xu Qingfeng said in a deep voice: "Oh, your mother is dead, don't keep sending money to that account. It's all fake. That's my account."

Boom!

Zhao Polu was struck by lightning, and his nasal cavity was so sad that it arose from his heart.

Mom...is gone?

The tide of memory surged, and scenes of the past were like sharp red swords, stabbing hard on his heart.

He is a low-ranking gambler and he is willing to fall to this point. He is the one who learns from Xu Qingfeng to eliminate his dreams. However, all evil people are still filial and are ruthless to their mother... He is not only guilty, but also guilt.

After joining Chen Dong's faction, he received a lot of material resources, but he always sends money to his mother's account on time every month.

This habit was even developed a long time ago.

The difference from today is nothing more than a few.

"Why...you, always, have been hiding it from me?"

Zhao Polu had red eyes and squeezed out a sentence from his teeth.

On the phone, Xu Qingfeng was quiet for two seconds.

Then he slowly said: "Polu... Chen Dong's life trajectory is woven by people."

Bang!

After saying that, Xu Qingfeng hung up the phone directly.

Zhao Polu was stunned for a moment and hurriedly called back, but Xu Qingfeng's phone was turned off.

"What does it mean? Old Man Xu, what do you mean?"

Zhao Polu was crazy and threw his phone to the ground, falling into pieces.

Anger, pain, sadness...

All kinds of emotions suddenly came in a tsunami.

Zhao Polu was red with tears in his eyes and his whole body was in a state of collapse.

But what Xu Qingfeng said when he hung up the phone appeared in his mind like a nightmare.

He knew Old Man Xu and would never say such nonsense without any target.

Could it be... my mother had long been dead, but Old Man Xu had been hiding it from me?
Chapter completed!