No matter what the truth is, no matter who killed Lu Ming, Lu Chen is now the one who most wants to put the dung pot on someone else's head.

What's more, to make the marshal who has never been close to women make an exception to "stay overnight", Lu Chen will definitely investigate her ancestors for eight lifetimes. Since she was injured, there are always traces to follow. It is estimated that it will not take a night for the first prince to know her affairs clearly.

Frey and the military doctor moved their eyes and looked at the marshal subconsciously.

If Leng Yiyao really stayed here for one night tonight, the marshal would obviously use her as a fog bomb and throw it away when it was used up. However, since she had agreed to keep her in touch at any time, and let her go home, she was treated a little differently.

What Zhai Mu said actually makes sense. Although they don't look down on the royal family, but for an ordinary person who is just a businessman's daughter, it is easy to find out the bottom line.

Just when the three fell silent again, Homer suddenly laughed.

Deep eyes, cold and alienated, a silence, like the Dead Sea.

"People, only alive can be useful." Under the light, Jun Leng's profile looks like a ruthless god, "If she can't even protect herself, why should I need this burden?"

The voice fell, and there was no other sound in the room.

The military doctor, Frey, and Zhai Mu lowered their heads for a moment, only to think that maybe they had just thought too much, and maybe they might not have the chance to see this girl with a pure smile and a quiet and cold eyes in the future...

But at this moment, Leng Yiyao, who was walking on the road and looking up at the starry sky, had no idea what kind of conversation was happening in the room just after she turned around and left the hotel.

She breathed a sigh of relief, her palms slightly warmed by the slight heat.

The thin robe is fine to wear during the day, but after cooling down at night, it is simply challenging her cold tolerance limit.

The damn temperature difference between day and night….

She lowered her eyes, reached out and took out her mobile phone, and dialed a number.

Soon, the phone in Leng Zhai's living room rang, and Leng Wei Ran picked it up almost instantly.

"Where are you?" Since the son and eldest daughter came back from the flower house in the evening, Leng Weiran was in a state of extreme anxiety.

Who would have thought that in his own garden, he could meet the only commander-in-chief of the empire!

He was going to present countless rare and precious treasures, and the marshal who just wanted to see it appeared in his flower room like this!

But before could get excited, was told that the marshal had left, and he took his second daughter along with him!

He only felt full of doubts now. If it weren't for the city government that had been tempered by the battles in the shopping mall for so many years, he could not wait to bring her to the front right now!

"I'm at the hotel in the city center, let the driver come and pick me up." She smiled and knew with her toes that Leng Weiran was on the verge of being irritable. She didn't bother to talk nonsense with him. freeze.

"You wait for me there, I'll come right now." Leng Weiran thought about waiting for the driver to pick him up, and it would take nearly an hour. He hung up the phone, put on his clothes, and walked out.

Leng Yiran sat on the sofa, looked at the figure of his father leaving, opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Leng Chao stood at the escalator on the second floor with no waves in his eyes, looked at her indifferently, turned around, and went back to his room.

Soon, the sound of a car leaving the house could be heard.

Leng Yiyao looked at the phone that was hung up, snorted, blinked inexplicably, and looked up at the sky.

In the dark sky, the stars are dazzling, probably because it is a desert country, those stars appear to be very close, as if you can reach the stars with your hands.

She raised her hand subconsciously, but before she could raise it completely, a black sack suddenly slipped under her back pocket and covered her head with the tendency to hide the bell!