The deep winter sunshine does not have a trace of temperature.

The cold wind blew across the withered garden. The old man who woke up early was holding a pair of iron gills and stepped on the tiny pebbled path. He had walked several times. He heard the servant calling him for dinner and slowly returned to the house.

Have breakfast.

Not long after, footsteps sounded from the other side of the stairs, and Cheng Chuannan, dressed casually, walked down and sat opposite the dining table.

"Old man, are you going to invite guests at home today? Who are you going to invite? The new mayor or the official from a certain department?"

He took a sip of porridge, and the old man opposite was looking at the menu that was about to be arranged at noon today. He nodded with satisfaction and then handed it over to the kitchen to do it.

Then he turned his eyes and said, "Not all, you have seen the person you want to invite, and you offended someone last night."

"That... a man who had one eye blind?" Cheng Chuannan was stunned for a moment, and the chopsticks in his hand stopped, but he quickly picked up the plate and said, "What's that man? Can the old man treat him specifically to dinner?"

"It's just that I have nothing, so I can't help but invite others. If he has everything... he'll have become enemies yesterday," Cheng Guangen blew a sip of the sticky porridge noodles.

Aside, a soft hum sounded. Cheng Chuann put the chopsticks on the bowl, put one hand on the back of the chair, and sat obliquely.

"The old man slowly apologizes to others. I have something to do this morning."

As soon as the words were finished, there was a whisper.

Opposite the old man put the porridge bowl on the table: "You have nothing to do, you can't go anywhere today, stay at home."

Someone came over and wiped the splashed porridge clean. At the same time, a confidant outside suddenly answered a call and hurried into the restaurant: "The owner, something happened."

Cheng Guangen took the phone and put it in his ear. He just listened to the phone call from the driver sent out in the morning. The sound seemed urgent.

"The owner, something happened. The person I want to pick up today seems to be angry."

"What's going on?"

"As soon as we left, the house he rented was smashed and smashed. The landlord said that it seemed that the person who came was giving... it was giving..."

"What is it for?!"

Cheng Guangen's voice suddenly rose, causing the young man who was about to leave quietly to walk to the door and slowly stopped.

At the same time, a sound fell on the phone.

"I caught birds for the young master..."

The young man turned around and saw the old man sitting there stiffly, slowly lowering his arms, throwing the phone to the ground, getting up and walking towards him.

"Old man, what happened...Who called..." Seeing this, Cheng Chuannan took a step back a little, and spoke with some guilt.

Cheng Guangen stood in front of him, raised his face slightly to look at the ceiling of the dome, and took a heavy breath.

Then, he raised his hand and slapped the young man in the face.

"Old man..." Cheng Chuannan covered his cheek that was slapped, opened his mouth slightly, and looked at the old man in front of him in disbelief, "...You took the wrong medicine."

The pain from the palms was still coming from the palms. The old man lowered his arms, bent his fingers one by one, bit his teeth, stared at his grandson who was covering his face. Not many people around him had seen the old man beat the grandson. Even if he had messed up a woman the year before, he had never beaten him like this.

Someone wanted to go up and dissuade him: "Owner, let's forget it..."

"You guys go away!!"

Cheng Guangen's tone suddenly became stern, and his eyes swept over the person he wanted to come, his eyes were a little red and scary, and Cheng Chuannan over there did not dare to move for a moment. At this time, the old man and the old man who usually wiped his butt were completely different.

But Cheng Chuannan still plucked up the courage and shouted: "What did you do suddenly hit me? What did I do wrong again?"

"I beat you, like someone else kills you!" Cheng Guangen also shouted: "I asked you, early this morning, did you arrange for someone to go to Xia Yi's rented place to make trouble and catch some birds?"

He is already sixty years old. Although he is well-managed, he is still old after all. He is poor at home and practices martial arts when he is young, and has suffered from many hidden diseases. He will definitely not be able to live a long life and watch the day when his grandson really grows up.

Neither do you want to give the white-haired man a black-haired man a gift.

"So what if I sent someone to arrest me?! I am your grandson! You beat me for a blind man?"

Cheng Guangen stared at his hysterical grandson, and his unkempt white beards stood up one by one: "If you are not the only one in the Cheng family, I will beat you to death first."

Seeing Cheng Chuannan who was raised by two bodyguards and struggling to go upstairs, he waved to someone to take his cell phone and dialed it to Ma Lin.

It took a long time to connect.

at the same time.

On the other side of the city, in the messy rental house, the cell phone with ringing rings buzzed on the ground, and near the broken photo frames, legs in jeans twisted on the ground.

Ma Lin covered the back of her head, her consciousness was a little confused. After she woke up a little, she saw the figure who was burying her head in front of the desk and didn't know what she was doing. She quickly reached out to touch the cell phone on the ground and answered the phone.

"Is Xia Yi around you or not? Give him the phone."

Ma Lin got up from the ground, her neck and back were still aching. She turned on the phone as speakerphone. When she walked over, her pupils shrank, and she saw the man over there pressing the orange-yellow bullets into the magazine one by one.

"Xia Yi..." She said carefully, "The owner wants to talk to you."

He handed over his phone, and his eyes never left the silver pistol with the cherry blossom pattern on the table.

Over there, the bullet clicked into the magazine.

The phone call sent also came from Cheng Guangen's voice at this time.

"Xia Yi, there is a misunderstanding here, I think everyone can sit down calmly."

Xia Yi didn't even look at the phone, but picked up another bullet and pressed it into the magazine.

There seemed to be no emotion in my eyes, just a monotonous "um".

"It is said that the man is my grandson. If he doesn't look at monks and Buddha's faces, he does something wrong, and you can be considered his elder. Things can always be resolved peacefully."

"Um."

"...If he takes your bird, I'll give it back to you, and things will be over..."

"Um."

"...If you lose anything, just make the conditions."

"Um."

The magazine filled with bullets pushed into the handle of the gun, Xia Yi pulled the bolt, glanced outside, lifted the suit, inserted it into the belt behind his waist, and then took the cell phone on the table.

Put it to his mouth, his red left eye looked straight at Ma Lin opposite him, and his lips opened slightly: "Let your grandson sit at home and wait for death..."

His fingers were flexed and with a click, crushing the body.

"Xia Yi, don't be impulsive!"

Seeing this, Ma Lin rushed up to stop him. She was beaten away by her waving arms and crushed the desk. Xia Yi walked out of the door directly. When the landlord at the stairs saw someone coming out, he wanted to go up and sell and screamed a few times. The next second, the whole person was knocked away, hit the wall, and fainted directly.

At the bottom of the building, the driver holding the phone turned around and saw a figure coming out. His shoulder turned and his hands were twisted and thrown into the off-road vehicle.

The car door slammed shut.

With one hand, he pressed the dagger against the driver's waist, Xia Yi looked ahead.

"Drive to your owner's villa."

He whispered.

In the Cheng family villa, the moment the telephone signal was cut off, Cheng Guangen held his cell phone and walked back and forth in the living room.

After a moment, he dialed a number again.

"Hey, Uncle Yin, I am Cheng Guangen. My grandson has messed with Xia Yi. I think he will send him to you to hide for a while. After all, you are quite kind to Xia Yi and will not do anything randomly. Yes, I will send him to the Golden Eagle Bridge in Jiaohe City. You can send someone to pick him up."

At this time, an old man named Yin Jiuling was standing on the deck of the cargo ship on the other side of the river. After putting away the phone, his gray eyebrows frowned.

"This is a bit tricky for Lao Cheng."
Chapter completed!