190: C190 Home Is Not Home

C190 Home Is Not Home

Ning Ou saw through his thoughts and sighed, "Yin Lan disappeared from the banquet last night and then came to find me. She said something strange to me and felt that she knew something or wanted to ask me for confirmation, but I was angry and ignored her."

"That doesn't mean anything, but you know it. If you insist, there will be a day when you will confront Hua Jingsheng, and Yin Lan will never give up on Hua Jingsheng. Then one day, you and her will become enemies." As Zhang Xunmo spoke, Wen Juan's expression became melancholic. "Even if Yin Lan may not live long, don't forget that Hua Jingsheng is also by her side. Do you think he will ignore Yin Lan's death? Taking a step back, even if Yin Lan is really incurable, "It may not be a bad thing for you."

If Yin Lan is not here, then he will not be indecisive.

Zhang Xunmo's words touched on the problem that Ning Ou had never thought about. In terms of Hua Jingsheng's desire for Yin Lan, he would not ignore her. But even if Hua Jingsheng cared about her, it did not mean that he could find the medicine. But if he could not find the medicine to cure the poison, Yin Lan would definitely die. If Yin Lan died...

Thinking of this, he suddenly could not think about it anymore because he did not dare to think about it.

Last night, Yin Lan kept repeating what she said to him like a replay, giving him a splitting headache.

"I do not know what kind of ending we will have, nor do I know what will happen to me if she dies."

Zhang Xunmo saw Ning Ou reach into his hair with his hand holding his head. It was as if he had walked into a dead end. He could not find the right way out.

"Ou, you are tired. Take a rest."

Despite the pain, he still didn't want to let go. Should he not object?

From the three of them to the two of them now, Ning Ou had been struggling to hold on. Now, Yin Lan's life was difficult to predict, and he still wanted to go against him. If he really was alone and helpless, it would be difficult for him to even take a step forward.

In the study room of the Cheetah Family headquarters, the sound of porcelain being smashed was accompanied by a furious roar.

"Moore, you are betraying me!"

Moore, who was standing respectfully in front of the desk, had a small cut on his forehead. However, his body remained standing straight. Even his expression, which did not retreat an inch, was very clear. "Dad, do you really think that Vince and I are family in your eyes? "Have you ever cared about Vince's life or death? Have you ever cared about his feelings? "As your grandfather, do you know that your grandson only has a handful of time left?"

Elder Lieh was leaning on his cane. His gray and blue eyes were full of anger. His old fingers were trembling because of anger." Every day, people in the Cheetah Family die. Do I have to care about everyone? Vince was chosen by the Death God from the beginning. Did I care about him? Now that I am so busy with the matters of the Cheetah Family, not only will you not help me? Do you take me, your father, seriously again? A useless piece of trash that no longer has any value, yet you are taking care of him like a treasure. For him, you still want to go against me. What's the difference between you and me?! "

There is a huge difference between you and me! " Moore called Elder Lieh a piece of trash when he saw that Elder Lieh was not going to change his mind. He was also angry, "You said trash is the son of your beloved big brother. The piece of trash you are talking about was once the treasure in your palm. It was the only future for Cheetah Family. However, because of his illness, you coldly gave up on him. You forgot that he is your blood and bones. For the sake of the Cheetah Family, you don't care about your own grandson. You still have to look for another child who was suppressed by you until there was no turning back. What do you count people's hearts as? What do you view family as? I can't let you find him, let alone let him replace Vince! "

"Moore, I can forgive you for saying whatever you want because you hate me, but if you dare to stop me, Then even if you are my own son, I can still kill you!" Elder Lieh retracted his hand. His nose was cold and harsh.

When Moore heard his words, he was so angry that he laughed, "I appeared in front of you today to tell you that I am not afraid of you. You are a greedy monster. You are not a living person at all!"

"Bastard!" Elder Lieh was furious. He pulled open the drawer and took out the gun. He aimed at Moore's forehead and fired without hesitation.

Moore looked at him. He did not move when he saw the bullets flying toward him.

Suddenly, a gust of wind brought him away from the trajectory of the bullet. The bullets hit the wall lamp behind him and made a cracking sound.

Elder Lieh looked at the black shadow that had escaped death with Moore. His eyes almost split open. "Moore, you better not let me find that trash, or I will kill him with my own hands!"

Moore looked at the old man who was only utilitarian and emotionless. He repeated what he had said to him from the beginning, "Either you give me the position of family head and I will ensure your safe death, or I will fight for it at all costs. You will be buried with the Cheetah Family."

"In your dreams!" Elder Lie was trembling with anger. He could not believe that the most obedient child would betray him.

"Then, goodbye." Moore was not surprised by this answer. After a puff of smoke, he disappeared from where he stood.

At this time, Eumann was able to rush in from the outside. However, when he entered through the door, he was greeted by the spear in his leg. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and blood flowed like a fountain.

"Trash! To think that you would only think of coming in to save me at this time!" Elder Lieh angrily slammed the gun on the table and cursed in a flustered and exasperated manner.

"I'm sorry, Dad, I came late!" Eumann's silver hair hung down. He knelt on one knee and allowed blood to flow out. He admitted his mistake without batting an eyelid.

"Think of a way to get Ning Ou to see me. I must get him to acknowledge his ancestors as soon as possible!" Elder Lieh's chest was still heaving up and down. Now that Moore had betrayed him, he had lost a powerful arm. If Ning Ou did not return, he was worried that the family she had painstakingly supported would disperse.

Eumann looked up at him, then lowered his head. "Yes, I will arrange it as soon as possible."

"Get lost." Elder Lieh no longer looked at him. He bent over and sat in the soft chair.

Eumann looked down and limped out of the room.

The old butler who was guarding outside saw that Eumann was bleeding step by step. He was shocked and held him up. After sending him back to his room, he went to the medicine box personally and called the doctor.

In a short while, Eumann's handsome face had turned white. His blue eyes were filled with confusion. "Butler, why do you think even the most obedient Moore has to leave this house?"

The old butler saw that blood was still flowing out from his legs. His eyes were full of worry. When he heard his question, he could not say anything. This place was just a cold palace. It was beautiful and dazzling, but it was not a home.

"Mr. Eumann, why don't you leave?"

"Big Brother has left. Now that Third Brother has left, there is no one by Father's side." Eumann lowered his eyes and looked sad.

When the old butler heard his words, he only sighed and shook his head. He did not say anything else.

The stench of blood gradually rose in the city. It was unpredictable. The various forces were getting restless after the explosion last night. However, the outskirts of the city was a pure land. The wind there was light and peaceful, the air was pure, and the sunlight was bright and beautiful. There was not a trace of coldness in it, but it was warm and gentle.

Yin Lan woke up in the midst of the warmth. When she woke up, she saw that she was wearing a thin blanket.

After washing up, she took a long T-shirt from the wardrobe and put it on. She opened the room and walked out. When she passed by the corridor where the photos were hung, she took a careful look. The photos were mostly of a family of three. There were two pictures of Vince when he was young. They were all taken on his birthday, because at that time, he had a birthday courtesy. His chubby face was still smeared with cake. His smile was very vivid.

He was very happy back then.

Just like her at that age, she was innocent and beautiful.

"Come and have breakfast when you wake up." A voice without much emotion floated in the air and slowly came over.

She woke up and looked back at her. Today, Vince was wearing a black T-shirt with letters on it and a pair of white pants. His hair was not combed like before. It was scattered all over his forehead. Facing his beautiful purple eyes, it was even more pure.

"Okay."

Vince looked at her. She was wearing a loose t-shirt and her long hair was draped over her shoulders. She did not have heavy makeup on her face. Her soft and charming facial features were soft and warm. It was very heartwarming.

Yin Lan looked at the toast, milk and butter on the table. It was a very simple breakfast. She did not say anything and sat down to eat. As she ate, she ate. She looked at Vince, who was reading a magazine, and hesitated for a moment. She still felt the need to explain, "Vince, I don't know how to cook."

Vince, who was reading a magazine, looked up at her in surprise when he heard her words. He saw her put the toast on the plate with one hand hanging down, and smeared it with butter. She put down the magazine and reached out to take the spoon from her hand. She took the plate and smeared it on her. After he was done, he handed the toast to her. "How many slices do you want for breakfast?"

Yin Lan looked at him blankly and then reacted. "One slice is enough."

It was too troublesome.

Vince frowned when he heard her words. He took two pieces and continued to apply them. After he was done, he placed them on the plate and handed them back to her. "We don't lack food. Why do we need to eat so sparingly?"

Yin Lan was scolded by him and could not retort. She could only eat gloomily.

After that, she heard him continue, "I don't know much either. But seeing that you can't even apply butter well, I can reluctantly do it for two days. "

Yin Lan heard that he wanted to cook and thought about his identity. She was a little suspicious and kindly suggested, "How about we cook those dishes and eat them?"

It would not be cooked and would not taste bad.

Vince looked away from the magazine and slowly looked at her. "You don't believe me."

"No." Yin Lan swallowed the toast. She felt it was a little dry and drank a mouthful of milk before continuing, "I was just worried that it would be wasted."

If she could not finish it, then it would be wasted!

"Then don't eat, drink water every day." Vince suddenly became angry. He grabbed the magazine and left the table. He walked towards the sofa.

Yin Lan looked at him, who was suddenly angry. She bit the edge of the cup and did not know what to say. After that, she quietly ate her breakfast. She consciously took the cup and dish to wash it. She could not take it all at once, but she made another trip.2

When Vince heard the clanking sounds coming from inside, he frowned unhappily. No matter what, she did not know how to coax him. She insisted on acting tough alone.

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