C1007

"Well Cough... "

Jiang Zhaowu's face turned blue and blue. He was short of breath and coughed violently.

The "real" voice made Jun Linchuan's eyes light tight and his viscera clenched together.

"Big brother, I said don't force me?"

Jun Mo Shang strangled Jiang Zhaowu's neck and slowly lifted him up.

His arm is like a black ice rope, and Jiang Zhaowu has difficulty breathing. His face is reddish brown, and there is a layer of hot sweat floating on his forehead.

"Well..."

Jiang Zhaowu also "cooperated" and tried his best to perform.

Junlinchuan heard such a voice, instantly understand what Jun Mo Shang is doing?

"Second brother, ten minutes to go."

Jun Linchuan's face is cold, his right hand tightly grasps the armrest of the chair, and the blue veins on the back of his hand burst out, and the cold light under his eyes is particularly frightening.

Since yesterday, he has gone from one person under ten thousand people to a unique seat.

No one can challenge his authority.

Including Jun Mo Shang.

"Big brother, I know your people are outside the Fenglin Pavilion. Don't remind me..."

Jun Mo Shang Le's arm between Jiang Zhaowu's neck is slightly loose, which makes him gasp a little.

Fresh air rushed into the heart and lung, Jiang Zhaowu breathed suddenly and freely, and the soy sauce on his face slowly faded away.

Jun Mo Shang but did not let go, but at the same time with Jun Linchuan telephone, while dragging him to the elevator.

"Big brother, with your son to accompany me and Yi, we will not suffer at all."

"Second brother, is that your nephew?"

Jun Linchuan's heart "suddenly" beat, mobile phones are about to crush, eyes cold and frightful.

"So what? Ah Yi or sister-in-law? "

Jun Mo Shang drag Jiang Zhaowu to the elevator, press open the elevator, he "drag" in.

During the whole process, Jiang Zhaowu was very calm, without fear and struggle. He was as gentle as a sheep.

Jun Mo Shang wanted to hand over the "chip" with Jun Linchuan, but he did not speculate on his performance.

"Second brother, do you think about it yourself?"

Jun Linchuan's face was so gloomy that he was about to drip water and his fingertips were cold.

His heart is not as quiet as the outside, Jun Mo Shang's character he knows very well, in order to Rong Yi, he can do anything.

Bang bang bang.

There was a gentle knock at the door.

"Young master..."

Jun Mo yuan's first confidential secretary Jin Haoyu's voice followed.

"Second brother, I'll give you five more minutes to think about it yourself."

Jun Linchuan finished this sentence, then hung up the phone.

PA.

The mobile phone, which was about to be crushed in his hand, threw heavily on the desk. The mobile phone slipped to the edge of the desk and almost fell down.

"Come in."

Jun Linchuan adjusted his mood and said with a cold and solemn face.

Jin Haoyu pushed the door and came in.

……

Fenglin Pavilion.

Dudu Dudu

Mobile phone hang up sound in Jun Mo Shang's ear rings, eye tail twitch twice. At the bottom of the eyes, a touch of blood red is extracted.

"Ah..."

There was a deep smile in his mouth, which suddenly released Jiang Zhaowu's arm. Too much force, Jiang Zhaowu staggered two steps and hit the elevator wall polished like a mirror.

Around, is he and Jun Mo Shang's shadow.

He deliberately rubbed the right shoulder he hit and observed it without trace.

In the elevator, there is an infrared 360 degree monitoring probe without dead angle. Elevator control panel is very strange, there is no number key, if not very familiar with people, do not know which button is up, which button is down.

The only thing that Jiang Zhaowu can be sure of is that the elevator keeps going down.

He read silently in his heart and then judged how many meters it had gone down according to the height of the ordinary floor and the speed of the elevator?

"Did you hear that? Your father didn't promise me a deal. He is such a heartless man who can sacrifice anyone, including his own son, for his own benefit... "

Jun Mo Shang looks at him coldly, his lips are sharp and his eyes are cold.

“……”

Jiang Zhaowu raised his eyes and looked at him, smiling awkwardly.

"28 years ago, he abandoned you in order to be the heir of the royal family. 28 years later, he still made the choice. My great nephew, you are so pitiful? "

Jun Mo Shang's voice was not high or low. Jiang Zhaowu heard it, but it was like the hail of nine cold winters, which suddenly hit him in the heart.

The hatred in my heart is getting deeper and deeper.

At the moment, he couldn't tell whether the object of hatred was junlinchuan or junmoshang?

Drop.

The elevator finally stopped."Go."

Jun Mo Shang coldly glanced at Jiang Zhao's five one eyes, cold voice command way.

“……”

Jiang Zhaowu still said nothing, obediently followed him and walked out.

As soon as he got out of the elevator, he felt into a millennium ice cellar. The chilling cold soaked into his body through his pores. He could not help shivering a little.

The lips are white.

Walking through a relatively narrow corridor, I suddenly feel like entering a world of snow.

"Achoo..."

The temperature was so low that Jiang couldn't help sneezing.

Walking in front of Jun Mo, slightly turned back, glanced at him, warning way.

"Quiet."

"Good."

Jiang Zhaowu raised his eyebrows and gave him a shy smile.

The temperature is too low, he only wore a thin shirt, even in the masculine blood, also some can not stand.

He rubbed his hands gently and stroked his arms.

Jun Mo Shang seems to have been used to this kind of environment, looks as usual, but there seems to be a ray of sadness in his eyebrows.

The ground was white. Walk, as if stepping on the ice.

Jiang Zhaowu observed carefully and thought in his heart.

"How can Fenglin pavilion have such a place?"

Jun Mo Shang suddenly stopped the pace, toe a meal, back lonely.

Jiang Zhaowu then stopped and stood still.

In Jun Mo Shang's palm, there is a remote control suddenly.

He pressed it.

In front of the ice suddenly split, appeared in the middle of a rectangular groove. Slowly, a white crystal coffin rose from below.

Jiang Zhaowu saw this scene, his heart sank, his pores suddenly blocked, and the whole person seemed to be frozen in general.

"Yi, I brought a man to see you today. Guess who he is

Jun Mo Shang paced to the front of the crystal coffin, his lips half curved, and his voice was much softer than before.

However, only the cold air responded to him.

He looked at the crystal coffin that the beauty of the Qing City face, the corner of his eyes, there are sour in surging.

Every time he saw this sleeping face, he was heartbroken.

Jiang Zhao looked at it without blinking, and a layer of frost hung on his eyebrows.

"Come here..."

Jun Mo Shang slanted his head and called out to him coldly.

"Well."

Jiang Zhaowu returned to his senses, answered for a moment, and then walked towards the crystal coffin. Step by step, it's very heavy, legs like lead.

Go over and drop your eyes.

First feeling.

How beautiful this man is?

Is she Rongyi?

His aunt, also his little aunt?

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