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"Otherwise, in those days, how could he have watched his son get hurt and didn't save him..."

At this moment, Jun Mo Shang's eyes became a little sinister and terrifying. The tone of his speech is full of deep resentment. This hate, has a long history, like accumulation in the heart for a long time.

When Timothy heard this, he was more puzzled.

How can there be a father who can watch his children die, let alone Jun Linchuan.

No matter whether Jun Mo Shang's words are true or false, what is the purpose of his slandering Jun Linchuan?

Seizing power?

Revenge?

"Second childe, to tell you the truth, I'm not interested in your family affairs."

Silence for two seconds of Lu Yi Yao Mou color a heavy, ink pupil slip through a sharp cold awn.

"Mr. Lu, do you want to watch your" brother "who grew up together fall into a coma all his life? You know, you sent him back to my big brother... "

Jun Mo Shang's eyes gradually became falcon, and his fierce face became more and more dark.

As soon as Lu Yi's heart tightened, his eyes and tail tightened.

If he knew that so many things would happen after Jiang Zhaowu returned to junlinchuan. He thought, no matter what, he wouldn't do it?

"President..."

Ding Mo can't help but call Lu Yi Yao in a low voice.

"Second childe, shouldn't I let Zhaowu recognize his ancestors? Or are you afraid that he will come from the same family? "

Lu Yiyao pressed down the complicated mood in his heart and looked at Jun Mo Shang coldly and haughtily. He asked in a cold voice.

He is neither humble nor arrogant, fighting against each other.

What kind of "truth" lies in what happened in those days. He already knows a lot.

Who can imagine that the eldest and the second eldest son of the royal family, who are famous all over the world, are willing to take a child as a "bet" for the sake of power.

"Mr. Lu, do you really just want him to recognize his ancestors?"

Jun Mo Shang Yin Yin smile, hawk eyes straight down on Lu Yiyao that cold wanton face.

"Otherwise?"

Lu Yiyao coldly hooked his lips, and his face was cold. In the unfathomable ink pupil, the cold light flashed.

"Mr. Lu, it doesn't matter to me whether you sent him back with good intentions or ulterior motives."

Jun Mo Shang's facial features are as sharp as a knife, and the whole person is cold.

In the claustrophobic room, the air pressure is very low. The air inside is like a pool of stagnant water, which is depressing.

"Second childe, I'm really sorry. I'm not interested in this deal. Next time we have a chance to "cooperate."

Lu Yiyao raised his wrist again and looked at the time. There was a trace of impatience in the cold voice.

He turned his head slightly and said coldly to Ding Mo who was standing behind him.

"Timothy, let's go."

"Yes, president."

"Wait a minute..."

Lu Yiyao and Ding Mo Gang want to take a step, Jun Mo Shang angrily makes a sound. On his face, a piece of iron green, the bottom of his eyes is permeated with deep anger.

"Second childe, we are really in a hurry."

Ding Mo explained respectfully.

"Lu Yiyao, do you really think I dare not do it to you?"

Jun Mo Shang didn't look at him. His lips were tight and his face was cold and terrible. The evil eye light is staring at Lu Yiyao.

Lu Yiyao heard this obviously "threatening" words, without a trace of emotional ups and downs, cold lips slightly pumping, sneering.

"Second childe, if you really touched me, would you be safe and sound? If something happens to you, what will happen to the two ladies? "

"You..."

Lu Yiyao has always been very accurate in speaking and doing things.

Rong Yi is Jun Mo Shang's "seven inch pain.".

Sure enough, Jun Mo Shang's face changed obviously. His back was in his hands, which made a sound.

"Second young master, don't worry. I have completely forgotten what you said to me today. So is Timothy. "

Lu Yi sees Jun Mo Shang's face mutation from afar, and knows that his words have shaken him. He took the opportunity to continue.

"Lu Yiyao, do you really want to watch your good brother in such a coma?"

"Second childe, you should ask the eldest son and the eldest lady."

Lu Yiyao smiles coldly, and his tone is very indifferent.

Even at the moment, he was worried about Jiang Zhaowu, but his face was still cold and arrogant, without any relaxation.

"Good! Very good! "

Jun Mo Shang gnaws his teeth and points out that his face is gloomy like the eve of rainstorm.

"Second young master, I'll see you later."

Lu Yi Yao looked at him coldly and turned to walk towards the door.

"Lu Yi Yao..."

Jun Mo Shang looks at him to leave, gnash teeth to have a roar.Lu Yi, with a cold face, didn't look back or answer, and walked out.

Jun Mo Shang hands akimbo, heart violently undulating. From my nostrils, I've got a lot of anger coming out.

"Second childe, the eldest is looking for you?"

Shortly after Lu Yiyao left, Chu Tian came in with a worried face and said respectfully to him.

"What does he want from me?"

"The old lady fainted."

Chutian whispered back.

Murong Wan, the wife of Jun Moyuan, has been fighting hard since her death. However, I was old. I didn't think about tea and food these days, and I had very little food. Plus the heartache, it is not easy to hold on to this time.

"Faint?"

Although Jun Mo Shang has a strong personality, he is still filial to his parents. Hearing that Murong Wan fainted, he didn't think much about it, so he took a step.

"Go."

He said to Chu Tian coldly and quickly walked out of the seclusion room.

……

Lu Yiyao came out of the seclusion room, and the mood he had been trying to endure began to ferment in his heart. Because he was still in Liuyun Pavilion at the moment, he had to press it all the way.

"President, we really don't care about Zhaowu?"

Timothy approached him and whispered in a voice that only two people could hear.

"Don't worry, the eldest son will not ignore it."

Lu Yi Yao lifted his cold lips and said in a cold voice.

"Well, even if the eldest son doesn't care, the first lady won't care."

Ding Mo pursed his lips.

With no more words, they walked quickly to the pavilion where Gong Nanling and Lin Yanyan rested.

Approaching, the pavilion is empty.

"Well? Where has the little palace and the young master gone

Ding Mo was stunned, and a trace of uneasiness appeared on Jun's face.

Lu Yiyao took out his mobile phone and was about to call Gong Nanling when a man in black came over.

"Mr. Lu, the young master is with his highness. Please follow me."

"President? This? "

Hearing this, Ding Mo became more and more uneasy.

Now, he understood what Lu Yiyao said to him. As expected, Liuyun Pavilion is full of dangers and shadows.

One or two is not easy to deal with.

Lu Yi's deep eyes are tight, and his face is covered with a heavy haze. His eyebrows are like knives and swords, and the cold is rampant all over the body.

"Lead the way."

The voice is very cold, just like the melting snow water of a thousand years glacier.

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