Chapter 1688

"Good." Long Wan'er didn't look back at Zhan jiuxiao. She knew that all the people who had been with her son for so many years must have great skills. Therefore, Su Ye was here, and she could rest assured.

Zhan jiuxiao recruits Su ye and tells her something. It's about mom's business. Everything can't be careless.

Beiming night looked at Mingke and said, "I still have some things to deal with. Remember to call me if you have anything. Don't run around."

"Well." Mingke nodded and said softly, "I know."

The president of Beiming is always so busy. It's not easy to accompany her back to the dragon's home today. What's more, just seeing the eye contact between him and the prince just now, we know that they still have important things to do, so she doesn't ask much.

"Don't worry. If you have something to do, I'll take care of coco girl." Long Wan'er looks at the northern night with a gentle smile.

Beiming night just nodded and did not speak. After a deep look at Mingke, he and the prince who had finished the explanation strode to the front yard.

Long Wan'er, Mingke, who is still sitting there, and Long Jing, who is still in a wheelchair, begin to talk about what happened recently. As for what long Wan'er doesn't know, Mingke tells her little by little after she calms down.

Thinking that her father has been murdered by that woman, long Wan'er can't control herself several times and wants to go to her to get justice for Long Jing. But in the end, she calms down under Mingke's advice.

Long Jing just listens, but he is not as excited as long Wan'er. Some things can be figured out after he wakes up.

It's just that when I think of my poor son and Qing'er The pain in his heart made him feel better and almost decadent.

Or name can have been comforting, two talents slowly get better.

For fear of disturbing their conversation, Su Ye retreated to the distance with his brothers and stayed quietly, leaving the space for the three generations that he had not seen for a long time

When long Chuhan came out of the room, the expression on his face remained unchanged, but the cold on his body was obviously stronger than before.

The servant walked out of the room and asked where he was.

The words have been made clear to her. As for what she wants to do, it's her business. If she insists on it, he can't help it.

The road is her own choice, no matter what happens in the future, it can only be undertaken by her own.

As soon as he came out of the hall, he met Beiming night and Zhan jiuxiao, who came back from the backyard. He just glanced at them and ignored them.

Two days later is the day of the election of the chief executive of the special administration. It is expected that they will go out today. If it is not because there are so many things to deal with at home, he should go out and do things.

But when he turned around and walked to the back yard, Zhan jiuxiao suddenly stopped, stared at his back, pursed his lips and said, "before that, should you go to see him first?"

"Is it necessary?" Long Chuhan stops and looks back at him.

Zhan jiuxiao and Beiming night's eyes flashed a few hate at the same time, but they all disappeared in the shortest time.

Even though they know that their hatred is not directed at themselves, long Chuhan is not very comfortable. When he thinks of that person, his mood is still very complicated.

"Really sure he did it?" He looked at Zhan jiuxiao and asked faintly.

Zhan jiuxiao has been dealing with the assassination of Ke Zheng. Of course, there is no obstacle in the communication between the prince and the president of Beiming. As long as one knows, the other will know.

Long Chuhan doesn't care, but it doesn't mean he doesn't know anything.

His words made Zhan jiuxiao's big palm tighten in an instant, and his breathing was disordered.

After a while, he took a breath and said in a cold voice, "everything is just a cover up, including Your poisoning. "

He left, and the same cold face of the northern night, as for long Chuhan, perhaps life has long been doomed to be a tragedy, add a touch of bitterness It doesn't seem to make any difference.

He's been using him from the beginning, hasn't he? It's just that he didn't want to admit it.

A few cups of poisoned tea, as long as the person who poisoned knows how to control the quantity, as long as they have made a plan, when to send the poisoned tea to the hospital, and when to detoxify it on the way to the hospital, what danger can that person have?

At least, at that time, when he was "poisoned", he could clear a lot of suspicion for himself. He was also the target of some people, wasn't he? People outside must think so.

At that time, add some so-called "evidence" to some key suspects. Everything has nothing to do with him.

He has said for a long time that the old guy will not be as simple as he seems. The fact is, he is more powerful than he thought.

But has he ever thought that in order not to get involved with him, he would never go to the hospital in the same ambulance with him, that is to say, he would not have the chance to use the antidote they had preparedNo, how could the old man not have thought about it? It's all in his plan. It's his own experience of long Chuhan that gives him more powerful evidence to prove that he has nothing to do with Ke Zheng's assassination?

He put his own life together. His life was never important to the old man. As long as he could be used, he could sacrifice it at any time.

Now that I have known for a long time, why bother?

Unconsciously, he has come to the backyard. Looking at the three people sitting together in the distance, long Chuhan's steps stop, and his eyes flash with complicated light.

He hesitated, and then he went on.

Seeing him approaching here, the smile on Mingke's face gradually faded away. After looking at each other with longwan'er, he stood up and called softly: "Uncle..."

"Grandfather should be tired too. Take him back to rest first. If you have any words, you can go back." Long Chuhan knew what she wanted to ask. He rubbed her hair and looked down at her.

Although he didn't say anything, he didn't know why, but Mingke seemed to understand something in his heart. Maybe it was because the days with him were not short, and he knew more and more about him.

She didn't ask any more, she just took a look at long Wan'er.

Longwan'er understood and looked at Longjing. She said softly, "Dad, you're tired too. Let's go back and have a rest first."

But Long Jing hesitated a little. He wanted to look up at long Chuhan, but he lost too much courage.

In fact, he really likes this grandson. He is good at everything and excels in all aspects, but he But not his grandson