Until sending him home, the man's eyes were still full of sweet and inextricable tenderness.
"Let's go back."
Di Junxie lowered his head and kissed Ye Yunxi on the cheek.
The woman gritted her teeth: "Did you understand what I said?"
Di Junxie rarely nodded seriously, like a good student in school who studies hard and is obedient.
"Well, I listen to you, baby, in this world, the only person who can match you is me."
Seeing what he said, Ye Yunxi breathed a sigh of relief, stood on tiptoe and kissed him: "Then I'll go back."
"Well, I watched you go in."
His dark eyes stared at the back of the woman he loved, and Di Junxie opened the car door and sat back until she disappeared at the door.
He didn't go straight away, but took out a cigarette, frowned and lit it, and then raised his eyes.
The smog was lingering, blurring a pair of pitch-black eyes.
How long has it been, and my father still can't go home.
Even if it is a routine inspection, the results will be available within a week at the latest!
What the hell are the people up there doing
Why not let father come home!
Dijun clicked his tongue, and his expression became more and more ugly.
He thought of Fenglingdu.
Chief of the Imperial Shield.
Fenglingdu!
He felt that it was necessary for him to meet this middle-aged man.
After he finished smoking a cigarette and put it out in the ashtray, the man opened the car window to dissipate the smell, then started the car and sped away.
Mansion, Fengjia.
Di Junxie glanced at the plaque on the wooden door. On the thick and simple texture, there are vigorous and powerful characters. Even the characters of Fengzhai are the same as the style of this house, rigorous but not ostentatious, calm and generous.
"Young Master, please!"
The housekeeper, Gu Zuo, brought people in. Unlike the emperor's villa, this place is completely an ancient building.
After entering the gate, the screen wall is a gossip map, and it can be seen that it has been around for a long time.
Going further, through the courtyard with rockery and flowing water into the main hall, you can see a middle-aged man sitting on the seat playing Go alone.
Hearing the voice, Feng Lingdu raised his eyes and looked over, the brown lenses reflected a faint yellow halo.
"Uncle Feng."
The middle-aged man nodded slightly: "Sit down, butler, serve tea."
Everything here maintains the ancient style, there are all kinds of landscape calligraphy and paintings on the walls, and the surrounding Fengshui is even more delicately arranged.
Feng Lingdu looked at Di Junxie with a calm expression: "Let me guess, are you here for your father's business?"
Seeing this man so happy, Di Junxie also said: "Yes, I want to know, when will my father come home?"
"Ah… "
Feng Lingdu smiled, he turned on the laptop handed over by the butler, and waved to Di Junxie.
The man walked over indifferently and glanced at the screen.
On it was a map of the Gobi desert, which happened to be the location of the dilapidated gas station, but the soil that should have been yellow was distributed in two different colors, one black and one white, faintly showing signs of spreading.
Dijun frowned evilly.
Feng Lingdu continued: "You have also seen that your father is awake, but the explosion caused the leakage of the two attributes of yin and yang. It is not known whether there is something infected, young master, do you still remember the incident hundreds of years ago? An attribute leak?"
Di Shao pursed his lips, he remembered, it was a disaster!
Feng Lingdu continued: "If something is infected, your father is very dangerous. He is still very weak. For those infected things, he is not interested in the meat on the chopping board. It is easy to get. Do you understand what I said?"
Di Shao's face was a little ugly.
Doesn't that mean that father will never go back