Chapter 17： Time has not come 1

Murong Cheng was so angry that she was about to explode!

It just happens that his mother has been partial to Mu Zi since he was a child, and there is no lower limit at all!

Murong Cheng got up and walked out, "Stop eating! I'll go out for a drink!"

"Hey? Why go out again... Are you coming back tonight?" Bai Wei was worried about his son's frequent outings, but couldn't control him.

Mu Zi said coldly on the sidelines: "Mom, brother, this is for you to find a daughter-in-law, you can let him go, maybe even a grandson will soon be there..."

Murong Cheng outside the door: "..."

I really want to go back and strangle her!

...

Murong Cheng went to Walker Royal Hotel.

If it is a hotel, it is actually more like a large-scale integrated entertainment city. In addition to the huge hotel, there are also casinos, KTVs, bars, nightclubs and indoor stadiums.

When Murong Cheng was on the outside, he was no different from the other drunken dudes here, but after walking inside for a while and entering the special elevator, he changed his cynicism, as if he had changed himself.

The black eyes are sharp, the thin lips are pressed lightly, and the aura of coldness, arrogance and loneliness is shown in the calm and restrained, which is very extraordinary.

The elevator goes straight up to the top floor and reaches another world.

There is no hustle and bustle of music, singing and dancing, no dazzling slot machines, only a long walkway, connecting a heavily protected room.

The bodyguards on both sides bowed their heads, bowed their upper body slightly, and saluted respectfully.

"Call Wang Zhan over." Murong Cheng dropped a word and went straight into the room.

The overall tone of the room inside is dark, the black decoration style is steady and grand, and the black is decorated with red, noble and mysterious, and it fits Murong Cheng's temperament very closely, giving people an amazing feeling.

Murong Cheng sat down on the black leather sofa, loosened his neckline irritably, and lit a cigarette for himself.

In the fog, the handsome face of the man was somewhat bloodthirsty and cruel.

When Wang Zhan walked to the door, he couldn't help but chuckle when he saw this scene.

Murong Cheng rarely smokes.

If you see him smoking, there is only one reason, that is: his current mood is very, constant, bad, and cake!

Wang Zhan walked over cautiously, "Master, are you looking for me?"

Murong Cheng didn't look at him, his eyes fell on the glass fiber reinforced plastic coffee table in front of him, his eyes were deep and mysterious.

"Have you found Old Ghost Huang?" he asked.

Wang Zhan's forehead began to sweat, "We didn't find it, our people have turned his broken yard upside down, and several nearby traffic routes are tight, but there is no news yet..."

Murong Cheng vomited smoke, his face gloomy and did not speak.

Wang Zhan looked at his face and said in a low voice, "Master, don't worry, the old man took so much gold from us and didn't run far. I also asked people to stare at the gold store and pawnshop."

Murong Cheng did not continue to question Huang Laogui's whereabouts. Instead, he asked Wang Zhan: "You said, is it really possible to borrow a corpse to recover the soul?"

Wang Zhan was asked for a moment, "The person introduced by Boss Jia, shouldn't be wrong..."

He had a flexible mind and turned quickly, and immediately asked: "Master, is Xu Shihan...have a problem?"

Murong Cheng put out the cigarette **** in the ashtray, "Even if Su Zi has amnesia, she shouldn't be like her."

"Uh..." Wang Zhan said hesitantly, "The time, place and birth date were all made according to Huang Laogui's requirements. It shouldn't be wrong. Lord, we took a lot of effort to find this suitable device. , Or else... wait?"

Murong Cheng raised his eyes and gave him a cold look.

Wang Zhan smiled stiffly, "I mean...maybe the hour is not here? Maybe it will be a ghost in a few days!"