Warmth did not speak, Jiulong also saw the clues and opened the door.
"Miss Wen, please!" Jiulong said respectfully.
In the other car, Murphy and Nan Fengxiao stared at the warm movements.
"I really don't want my son to walk the roads we have traveled. I don't want to try again for the kind of suffering."
Morphy looked up at Nan Feng Xiao, which meant that Nan Feng Xiao could of course hear it.
Nan Fengxiao stretched out his hand and leaned Murphy's head in his arms, stroking Murphy's soft hair.
"Such suffering, how can I be willing to let you suffer again."
Murphy pursed her mouth, her heart is full of touch.
Tang Yichen didn't send it back to his own villa, but went directly to Mozhai.
Standing at the door, warmly looking at the exquisitely decorated and luxurious villa, compared with Tang Yichen's place, there is a touch of affection.
She checked the information of Tang Yichen's parents on the Internet, and only knew that Nan Fengxiao is still a business tycoon in Kyoto.
Speaking of the howl of the south wind, no one knows it.
"Let's go."
Looking at the warm daze, Murphy walked over to remind her kindly.
As soon as Tang Yichen returned to Mozhai, more than a dozen doctors filled Tang Yichen's room. Warm could only stand outside, listening to the doctors talking about it.
"You go take a rest first."
Looking at the warm complexion, Morphy was not much better, reminded of worry.
Warmth was just about to refuse, and Murphy continued: "If you don't go to rest, how can I take Yichen to you later?"
After hearing it warmly, Murphy was threatening her with a turn, so she nodded slightly.
Warmth followed the maid to the guest room to rest, but he didn't fall asleep with his eyes open.
…
Fortunately, the doctor said that Tang Yichen was only slow to regain consciousness, and Morphy was relieved.
Looking at the man with a cold face next to him, he hasn't said a word since he came back, and Morphy said strangely, "Nan Fengxiao, what's the matter with you?"
Nan Feng Xiao walked out, and Murphy immediately followed.
What's the matter? Nan Fengxiao has never seen her like this.
"I caught Tang Yichen's injured person." Nan Feng Xiao said coldly.
Nan Fengxiao said this, and Murphy immediately understood what Nan Fengxiao wanted to do, but this time she didn't even have the idea of interceding for him.
That was her son, who was almost killed by that person. She couldn't forgive him so generously.
"Nan Fengxiao, can't you hand him over to the police?" Murphy asked tentatively.
To the police
Nan Fengxiao sneered and hugged Murphy gently, "That's not my style."
After speaking, Nan Fengxiao suddenly let go of Murphy and strode out.
Murphy knew what Nan Fengxiao was going to do, and now he was worried about the two men.
In the dark night dungeon, the strong smell of blood spreads out in the enclosed space, making people sick.
On the ground, lay a tall black man with no good meat on his body.
Before Nan Feng Xiao came, he had been ordered to torture him.
Suddenly, the heavy iron gate was suddenly pushed open, and Nan Fengxiao appeared coldly in front of everyone.
Thunder followed, and Jack was caught by Thunder himself. Knowing that Tang Yichen had an accident, Nan Fengxiao and Murphy flew to Britain at the same time, Nan Fengxiao sent Thunder to arrest people.
"Brother Nan!" the bodyguard in the dungeon bowed his head and shouted respectfully.
Nan Feng Xiao stopped, and Lei Ting immediately took off the black coat from Nan Feng Xiao and hung it on his arms.
Lei Ting looked at the unconscious man on the ground, his mouth twitched.
If it wasn't for Nan Ge's foresight, he might have let this bastard run away.