Chapter 7

Ling Jue smiled at him as if to say, "you want to move me too."

"Xiaojue, tell my aunt why the house is burning?" Mu Xueling, who has been silent, suddenly looks at Ling Jue gently and asks.

Lingjue's eyes are light, and he says, "how do I know? I just came back."

Ling Zhensheng's face was cold. "Where have you been?! Next week will be the high school entrance examination, you now give me run around! "

"I went to the party with my classmates. Let alone, if I was at home, I would be burned to ashes." When Ling Jue said this, Mou Zi looked at Ling Xiao's brother, Ling Sheng.

Her memory shows that Lingsheng asked her to go to the party tonight, saying that she was communicating with her classmates.

Lingjue's family was bullied. They dare not to be angry. They have to go.

She didn't believe it. Today, those three men have nothing to do with Ling Sheng.

Ling Sheng's face was indifferent, as if he didn't see Ling Jue's eyes.

Lingjue's mouth is in the air. Lingsheng is a powerful person.

"All right! Stop arguing! I'll know what's going on when I put out the fire. " Mu Xueling takes a deep look at Ling Jue and always feels that he is different.

That weak boy dare to talk like this now.

Ling Zhensheng looked at the burned house, some angry, "a lot of my plans and documents are still in the study."

Especially the antiques he has collected for so many years must be destroyed now.

His famous paintings were all reduced to ashes.

Lingjue stood leisurely, watching the house with her humiliation burned in the dark, feeling cool.

The firelight was printed on several people's faces, and everyone's expression was different.

Both Mu Xueling and Ling Zhensheng are holding back their anger, while Ling Ying and Ling Xiao are gnashing their teeth.

Ling Sheng, the whole person is gloomy. It looks like he's infiltrating.

Lingjue's face with a smile, cynical look at all this, as if he is an outsider.

The fire lasted for more than two hours. Fortunately, there were no trees or residents around. Otherwise, innocent people would be hurt.

Walking into the ruined villa, Ling Zhensheng can't care about anything else and runs into the study quickly.

The cabinet containing the antique collection is now on the ground. Many blue and white porcelain bottles have been broken.

On his desk there was still unfinished paper, but it was soaked by water, and the handwriting on it was unclear.

When Mu Xueling came in, she saw that he was out of her wits. She was a little distressed. "Zhensheng, it's ok if people are OK. Don't care about these things. Let's go out. It may collapse here --"

"what do you know?" Ling Zhensheng yelled at her. Looking at the incomplete things on the ground, he hurriedly ran to remove the burning dark cabinet. His precious jade Buddha is still in it!

"Zhensheng, shall we all stop? As long as people are still there, these things will still exist. "

Looking at his eyes more scarlet, twilight snow Ling more heartache, hold his hand, but he mercilessly away.

"Go away!" Ling Zhensheng pushes open the cupboard and opens the things below. His hands are bleeding from the porcelain, but he can't feel the pain.

Mu Xueling was pushed away, and her hand was cut by the porcelain on the ground, but she still rushed over and hugged her to death, "Zhensheng! Vibration! Shall we not? No more! "

Ling Zhensheng is still crazy. Neither of them found the man standing at the door.

Lingjue raises a smile, this is just the beginning!