177: C177 Nightmare Sweet Dreams

C177 Nightmare Sweet Dreams

"If you don't remove the roots of the grass, the spring wind will come back." Morsen said coldly from the side.

Wu Sheng did not care about the quarrel between Morsen and Seiffer. He just said worriedly, "Right now, I suspect that you have been betrayed in America. It is very likely that you have caused trouble in the dark."

At this point, Hua Jingsheng had a deeper layer of worry. His angular face was covered in a thick layer of frost. He said softly, "The other party is a ninja. Unless master has entrusted him with something, he will only recognize one master in his life. After Faang Yuanxi exploded and fell off the cliff, did our people search for that cliff?"

Morsen was not clear about the situation at that time, so he had no right to speak.

Seiffer had participated in the battle, but he did not search for the cliff. He shook his head honestly. "No."

At that time, the army was in chaos, and he couldn't care less about it.

Wu Sheng reacted faster than the two of them. Although he did not participate, he knew about the whole game later. He immediately guessed, "Master Jing, are you suspecting that Faang Yuanxi did not die back then?"

Without waiting for Hua Jingsheng to explain, Seiffer answered in shock, "How is that possible?! That cliff is so deep and that bomb is so strong. Faang Yuanxi does not know any punches or kicks. How can a young master who does not even know how to use a gun escape?"

Hua Jingsheng thought carefully about the situation at that time. Yin Lan saw Faang Yuanxi's situation clearly at that time. She did not doubt it. It was indeed impossible.

But many things were more likely to be true the more impossible it was.

"It's just my guess." However, without any evidence, this guess was completely baseless.

Wu Sheng thought for a moment and answered, "I am still following up on this matter. If he is still alive, he will meet us. On the other hand, I don't know what Master Jing intends to do at the Cheetah Family's banquet this time."

Speaking of the main topic, Seiffer and Morsen looked at Hua Jingsheng at the same time. Although the other party's intention might not be good, it was not the time to hide. They had been chased by two groups of people in a row. This was too depressing for them.

If they did not retaliate, they would be too cowardly.

After a short silence, Hua Jingsheng replied softly and slowly, "Go."

The other two immediately expressed their support.

Morsen, in particular, was muttering angrily, "Boss is mighty. I think we should go too. Let those who overestimate themselves open their eyes and look at us. They know our power."

Wu Sheng was not as optimistic as he was, but Hua Jingsheng had already decided to go. He could only immediately arrange what would happen next.

"Master Jing," Morsen said. I've brought some of my own people with me this time. They're staying in different hotels and hotels around the area. It shouldn't be so easy to find them.

"Okay." Hua Jingsheng nodded. Everything was ready except for the east wind. He hoped that this banquet would not disappoint him.

While everyone was waiting, time flew to the day of the banquet. The sky had been clear for several days. It started to rain in the middle of the night last night. The rain turned from the sound of light knocks to the sound of splashing water. The rain, which was originally just fine and moist soil, turned into rain whips that whipped on the windowsill and the ground. Small streams gathered and surged toward the low-lying area.

Yin Lan slept peacefully for the entire night. She slept until ten o'clock before getting up. When she opened the window, a refreshing feeling that was washed by the rainwater came through her nose. It mixed with the fragrance of the soil and made her feel refreshed and comfortable.

After washing up, she walked downstairs, walked around the simple living room, and directly walked to the dining room. The butler she had seen previously personally placed the breakfast that had been prepared carefully in the lunchbox. The maid was at the side helping. When they heard footsteps, both of them turned their heads at the same time.

When the Guan family saw Yin Lan, although they still had lingering fear that she almost killed Vince last time, he still tried his best to speak as amiably as possible. "Miss Yin, good morning. May I ask what breakfast you want to eat?"

Yin Lan was not particularly picky about food and answered, "No need to trouble me. Just give me whatever you have left over."

"Okay." Boussin instructed the maid to prepare the same dish for Yin Lan, then walked out with a tray, "Miss Yin, please wait a moment. Your breakfast will be ready very soon. I will go and deliver the meal to young master first. Excuse me."

"Okay." Yin Lan was not used to the feeling of being held by others. She could only try her best to maintain her proper manners.

Because she almost killed Vince last time, she knew it very well. This housekeeper had a very bad impression of her, but with good rest and a gentleman's character, he did not allow herself to say bad things to a woman.

After Boussin left for a few minutes, the maid served her breakfast. It was a few slices of toast and milk. It was very simple and Western style. She did not even bother to apply butter on one of the slices and swallowed it.

After finishing the toast quickly, she drank the milk leisurely. At the same time, her eyes darted to the door from time to time. If the doctor had not come to find her today and she did not want a third person to know about this, she would not have appeared in the living room so early.

After waiting for a while, she did not wait for the doctor to come over. Instead, she waited upstairs and suddenly made a 'ping-pong' sound, as if a few things had been knocked over.

She looked at the breakfast on the table. It looked very much like it.

Sure enough, soon she heard Boussin's anxious and helpless voice spreading from the room to the door. "Young Master, don't be angry. Have some breakfast."

The person inside did not say anything, but slammed the door with a bang.

Boussin looked at the tightly shut door and sighed heavily. Then, he helplessly walked down.

Yin Lan was not a curious person, especially about everything about Vince. Therefore, she continued to drink the milk and waited peacefully.

After Boussin came down, he still looked up worriedly, hoping that Vince would come down for dinner. However, the upstairs was quiet and the door was tightly shut, causing his eyes to be filled with helplessness once again.

After drinking the milk, Yin Lan did not return to her room. Instead, she walked to the living room and waited calmly. When she was sitting on the sofa, she subconsciously tidied her clothes. When she touched her body, it was flat and there was not a single ripple. Her hands immediately froze. After confirming it again, she turned around and ran upstairs. She looked around the room and her face immediately darkened.

Where was her phone? Why was it missing? When did it disappear?

Now, Fifth Brother could no longer contact him, and no one could contact her.

She walked downstairs with a bit of frustration. Coincidentally, she saw Boussin who was looking up the stairs. She did not pay attention to him and slowly walked down the stairs.

"Miss Yin." This time, Boussin stopped her.

"What is it?" She stopped in front of Boussin and looked at him, who was two heads taller than her. She felt a sense of pressure and could not help but take two steps back.

Boussin saw Yin Lan take two steps back and thought that she was wary of him. But he did not care and tried to say what he thought, "Miss Yin, can I trouble you to help me persuade our young master? His health is not good. The doctor had told him that he must eat regularly and take good rest. But he seems to be in a bad mood and does not want to eat. "I beg you to help me persuade him."

Yin Lan heard Boussin's words and revealed a faint smile. That gentle and charming face had some luster, "But I can't persuade him. It is very easy for conflict to arise between me and him. Furthermore, I am afraid that I will not be able to control myself enough to kill him."

Boussin looked at Yin Lan in surprise and then tactfully shut his mouth.

Half an hour had passed and the doctor did not come. Yin Lan was a little anxious as she waited and wondered if she should personally go and ask. But on second thought, she was afraid that she would not even be able to get out of this door. It was better not to complicate things.

The sound of stairs coming down came from behind her. She did not look back. This was the third time Boussin was blasted down the stairs in the half an hour she had been waiting for.

Previously, she thought that Vince was as temperamental as he was. However, seeing that Boussin had been keeping an eye on him and worried about him, she felt that perhaps it was not the case. If it was not for the fact that one person had trusted and relied on the other person, the other person would not have indulged that person.

All relationships must be two-sided in order to be effective.

Although she wasn't interested in Vince's matter, seeing Boussin fail time and time again, she had been patient and tolerant. Her patient persuasion allowed Yin Lan to see another layer of sacred identity from him - benevolent father.

Unless they were relatives, no one would unconditionally tolerate the willfulness and unreasonable nature of another person.

This sacred identity was the nightmare of Yin Lan's life. At the same time, it was also a dream that she could not hope to reach in her life.

Seeing Boussin who was concerned about Vince like this, her heart felt a little reluctant. At the same time, she felt a trace of dissatisfaction towards Vince's indifference.

Seeing that Boussin was ready to charge for the fifth time, Yin Lan got up from the sofa and said gently, "If you don't mind, I am willing to give it a try."

Boussin looked back at Yin Lan and immediately revealed a gratified smile. "Thank you."

Holding the breakfast prepared by Boussin, Yin Lan looked at the tightly shut door and did not act as politely as Boussin. After making sure she held the tray firmly, she took a step back and kicked the door. She thought she could kick the door open with her strength, but she did not expect that the door was impregnable and did not collapse.

However, her voice alarmed Boussin who was looking forward to it downstairs. He asked doubtfully, "Miss Yin, what happened?"

"Nothing." Yin Lan Hao Ran did not think that she was smart.

Just as she was about to kick Vince again, the closed door suddenly opened. Vince was wearing a light gray house suit. He had a handsome face and a cold face. His light purple eyes looked at her and made her stop. Without waiting for him to speak, she forcefully peeled him off and rushed in.

"Get out!" When Vince saw Yin Lan directly barge into his domain without asking any questions, he immediately became angry and berated loudly.0

"Sure, I'll go out after you have breakfast." Yin Lan chose a nearby sofa and sat down. She seemed to be relaxed, but she was actually alert. Vince was not a person who cared about women. He could attack her at any time. She had to be ready to get out of danger at any time.

Vince looked at Yin Lan, who looked like a rogue. He saw that her gentle and charming face had a liveliness that he had never seen before. His eyes narrowed, but his expression was as cold as ice. "I don't want to eat. You go out."

"If you eat, I will go out." Yin Lan was also a very stubborn person.

Vince saw that Yin Lan did not listen to him and his purple eyes darkened. He rushed over and wanted to flip the breakfast over.

Yin Lan was already prepared. When she saw Vince reach out his hand, she immediately held the tray and retreated. She looked like she was ready to fight a guerrilla battle with him.

Vince saw this and was extremely angry. His stomach suddenly surged again under the emotional fluctuation. A wave of acid rushed up his throat from his stomach. His face turned green. He gave up on fighting with Yin Lan and ran to the bathroom. He could not help but vomit.

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