After being silent for a long time, Old Man Han looked sideways at Mu Yunbo and sighed slightly: "Yunbo ......"

The man on the other side didn't speak, only indifferent eyes and a look of indifference.

Knowing that he had made a mistake again, the old man Han didn't want to ask for his forgiveness, so he just got up tremblingly and picked up the crutches beside him.

"Sir. The bodyguard beside him was quick-eyed, stepped forward in two or three steps, and supported him.

He leaned on his crutches and left without looking back, and when the door closed, Prajna stepped forward: "Mr. Great...... he seemed to be waiting for his command.

The wind outside blew through the slightly open window into the house, and the newly injured Prajna looked a little overwhelmed, he covered his lips and coughed lightly.

"It only took a punch to become like this?" Mu Yunbo's voice finally came coldly, and Pan Ruo was so frightened that he immediately stopped.

As one of Mu Yunbo's personal bodyguards, he was actually cleaned up with one punch, which is simply a shame for Mr. Big!

"Mr. Big, I ......" felt a little embarrassed, he still wanted to tell him that Mu Xiaoyao's skills were really tricky, and he was very quick and ruthless.

Unexpectedly, just as he was about to speak, Mu Yunbo sent a cold look over, his lips trembled, and he swallowed this sentence stiffly.

"Give me an appointment. There was silence for a long time before Mu Yunbo spoke, and this time his voice was a little milder.

Prajna frowned slightly, a person like Mr. Big would only become a little gentler when he remembered the past. It seems that today's incident still stimulated the only bit of weakness in Mr. Big's heart.

"Yes. He responded decisively, after being by Mu Yunbo's side for so long, his master's mood was still clear.

That's it, Mu Yunbo raised his hand slightly, signaling him to go out, and he respectfully withdrew.

As soon as the person left, Mu Yunbo was the only one left in the empty big room.

The room is surprisingly large, and the ornate décor doesn't make you feel the warmth of home.

Five years ago, she was still there, and when she came into his life, he found for the first time that there was life and joy in this room.

In the past five years, without her, he seems to be suffering. He didn't want to be in this room, in this prison-like house.

He only took the son she gave birth to for him and fantasized about the life she was still having.

But...... Our Ling Fengtian life is not good, and it was actually taken away so much by a fire.

Mu family, here in the main hall, Leng Zilone's car has already driven to the gate.

Behind the huge and ornate iron gate, several bodyguards immediately surrounded him and stood in front of his car window.

He rolled down the window, and the bodyguard who was the leader stepped forward slightly: "Young Master Leng." ”

"You know it's me, why don't you open the door quickly?" Slightly displeased, Leng Zi said coldly, not looking at him.

"Yes...... It was about to dawn, and the bodyguards led by the Mu family ...... arranging the venue had bony eyes, and the thief glanced at him, trying to gauge his state of mind.

"Huh?" Leng Zilin suddenly turned his head sideways and glanced at him fiercely, so frightened that he quickly withdrew his gaze!

"Young, young master, please. He had no choice but to give up, no one knew that Leng Zilin was a friend of the second young master, and his own husband was also good friends with Old Master Leng, so it didn't matter what rules were broken.

He waved at the bodyguard behind him, and the bodyguard pressed the button, and the door slowly opened.