C40 (2/2)

Yang Ziying had already arrived, but she didn't show her head as she looked at the ambulance.

If someone with ulterior motives were to find out that the person living in the mansion was Commander Xiao's grandson, then things would become troublesome.

The ambulance roared all the way out, causing Mo Xiaoxiao to heave a sigh of relief. She turned around to see if Xiao Menghan was really alright.

However, there was no shadow of her next to the cypress tree. She clearly remembered that Xiao Menghan was standing there.

”Strange, where is he?” Just as he was about to go back, a car stopped outside the villa.

”Xiao Yan.” Yang Ziying looked at Mo Xiaoxiao, her nose was sour. Fortunately, his son had her by her side.

”Auntie.”

”Don't call me Auntie, call me Mom.” Yang Ziying did not dare to blink as she was afraid that the liquid in the corner of her eyes would roll down.

If she let the ambulance take Xiao Meng Han away, she wouldn't dare to imagine the consequences.

There was no longer any trace of Xiao Meng Han in the villa, only a piece of paper was placed on the tea table in the living room. On it, there was a line of words: I have something to do, so I'll be back tonight.

It was signed with only one word, 'Cold'.

”Auntie, he went out.”

”It's fine, I'll talk to you. I don't come here often.” Yang Ziying wanted to say that this was her first time coming here, and in the past, even fewer people would come here.

Mo Xiaoxiao was so embarrassed that she didn't know how to welcome Yang Ziying. Here, she was also a guest, not a master, and the note Xiao Menghan left for her clearly showed intimacy. She wasn't used to it, but was more used to keeping her at a proper distance.

Outside the villa, Xuan Peng saw with his own eyes Mo Xiaoxiao standing at the door of the villa as he welcomed Yang Ziying in. He had a gentle smile on his face, a long skirt that extended to the ground, and was as beautiful as a goddess.

It was the same Jing Xiaoxiao Xuan Peng had never seen before. The Jing Xiaoxiao he knew was a pure and simple girl.

Xuan Peng clenched his hands into fists. His girl really was another man's woman.

In order to avoid Linda's chase, Han Yong got off the taxi and entered the shopping mall, and then escaped from the back door of the shopping mall. After crossing a few streets, he took a taxi to Xiao Menghan's villa and walked over.

When Han Yong was about to arrive at the villa, he saw a suspicious looking car parked at a concealed location. A figure with his back facing Han Yong was spying on the villa's entrance.

The only thought that came to Han Yong's mind was that this person wanted to harm Xiao Meng Han.

When Xuan Peng felt someone closing in on him from behind, he turned around but had no time to dodge. A stick solidly smashed into his forehead.

”It's you?” Han Yong looked at Xuan Peng's forehead, which was bleeding profusely. Then, he looked at the stick in his hand. With a wave of his hands, the stick fell to the ground.

He used one hundred percent of his strength in this smash.

Xuan Peng's vision was a bit blurry. He wanted to stand still, but a wave of dizziness hit him and his body fell limply to the ground.

”Damn you, me?” Han Yong looked left and right, but luckily no one saw him. If he did, no one would notice him even if he died here for a few days.

Han Yong stepped forward and felt Xuan Peng's pulse, which was still beating.

”Send him to the hospital.” Xiao Meng Han walked out from behind a tree. Just now, he wanted to stop Han Yong, but Han Yong's actions were too fast. Xiao Meng Han didn't expect Han Yong to actually dare to use a rod to hit him.

”Why are you here?” When Han Yong saw Xiao Menghan raise his right hand towards him, Han Yong sucked in a breath of cold air.