C22 (1/2)

From the sorrowful voice and the aged body, Commander Meng could see that Meng was no longer calling out for his grandfather's grandson. Tears were streaming down his face. He had not cried for many years.

When the enemy stabbed his parents, he did not cry, because he wanted revenge. When the ferocious beast tore a piece of meat from his body, he did not cry, because he wanted to live and kill the enemy.

But now, when Commander Meng looked at the mangled wrist of his only grandson, he cried.

Ten years later, he returned to China alone. With his wild arrogance, his mysterious whereabouts, and his parents' most outstanding appearance as well as his extraordinarily handsome face, he did not go back to the Xiao family's old mansion. He bought himself a land, built a villa, and established the Xiao family's group with his good friend and subordinate, Han Yong.

In eight years, the Xiao Group had become a top multinational corporation, and Xiao Meng Han had also become the hottest diamond solo worker. His mysteriousness, his extraordinary legends, and even his visits to the washroom several times a day had all become information that the media wanted to dig up. It was just that only Han Yong knew about his real existence.

Last night was the first time, Xiao Menghan had protected someone's appearance. The night was so beautiful, other than feeling touched, his heart was filled with love for Jing Xiaoxiao.

Han Yong panted as he pushed open the door. He stared blankly at Xiao Menghan who was standing in front of the window and blinked his eyes in disbelief: ”You … ”Are you human?”

Xiao MengHan turned around and saw his good friend standing in front of him in disbelief. He raised his hand and punched him. He was in a happy mood and joked: ”Maybe you are standing in the hall of the underworld now.”

Han Yong's mouth was agape. He had known Xiao Menghan for over ten years, but this was the first time he said such a joke. Indeed, the person in front of him right now was not a human.

”Found Silent Dye.” Xiao Meng Han picked up the sketch he had drawn of Silent Red, speaking with a serious voice. That perfect and flawless face had a tinge of red on it, and he could still clearly remember that beautiful night in his mind.

”Find her, and then what?” Han Yong looked at his good friend's dark red face and laughed. He picked up the sketch and let out a cry.

Han Yong held the sketch and waved it in front of his good friend. His smile became even more unrestrained. Was the owner of this drawing the reason his good friend didn't turn into a wild beast at night?

He turned around, picked up the cup of coffee, and lightly took a sip. His gaze fell onto the night sky, where no one else loved the beauty of the night like him, and the bitter yet unique taste of the coffee spread between his lips. His gaze grew longer: ”Find her, I need her.”

The corner of Han Yong's mouth twitched. This was a transition station for him, so the fat and tender meat finally entered the wild beast's mouth. He could not wait any longer as Han Yong really wanted to see the owner of this drawing.

When the sunlight broke through the darkness of the night and blossomed with its first ray of light in the sky, Xiao MengHan's throat began to roll. She was moved in her heart, the dawn truly was very beautiful.

He hoped that the dawn would also appear on his lifeless body that had been lifeless for nearly twenty years. He believed that the dawn of his own dawn would be the Quiet Soo that had allowed him to recover early last night.

”Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan, are you home? Xiao Yan? ” Xuan Peng called Mo Xiaoxiao, but his phone was hung. Following that, his phone was turned off.

Xuan Peng, who had just returned from a few days business, was worried about not seeing Mo Xiaoyan. When he went to work, he deliberately turned around to see Mo Xiaoyan.