"What did you say, didn't find ——?," an impatient low roar broke the silence of the room.

It's a slightly dark office, the furnishings are monotonous, the doors and windows are closed, and the atmosphere is very tense, like fireworks about to explode, and a single spark can set off a monstrous fire.

A man at the desk sat down with his head down. One stood upright, his face pale, and the cold air emanating from his body froze the air.

The silver ultra-thin hand was pressed down little by little by a pair of slender and broad hands, as if to suppress the anger that burned to the top of the head.

After a long while, Ning Jingyuan sat down, and the hand placed on the desk was tightly clenched into a fist, and the cyan meridians bulged one by one on the back of the hand, which was extremely hideous.

He lifted his eyelids, and Han Yifan opposite fell into deep remorse and self-blame, looking embarrassed that he had never seen before.

Oily bunches of hair, messy hanging down to his ears, a face as white as a piece of paper, deep sunken eyes, red bloodshots, and a blue underneath the eyes.

"How long has it been since you slept?" Ning Jingyuan asked coldly.

"If I don't get Yan Yan back, what face do I have to sleep?" Han Yifan hugged his head in pain, his face full of despair. "It's been two months, I've been looking for two months without knowing it, but I haven't found a clue, where did Yan Yan go? Why am I so careless, I lost everything after her, why am I so careless???

Han Yifan slammed the desk violently, making a muffled sound of "bang, bang", and his forehead was red and swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye, breaking the skin, and oozing blood......

"Han Yifan, you're enough!"

Ning Jingyuan raised his hand to stop Han Yifan's masochistic behavior, threw him into the chair, and pointed at him coldly: "What are you like this? guilt, self-blame, or death?"

Han Yifan was like a rag doll, hanging on a chair, and whatever posture Ning Jingyuan threw him into, he maintained this posture without the slightest change.

Ning Jingyuan looked at him like he was about to die, and the anger that he finally suppressed was strung out, pointing at his nose and scolding: "Yan Yan has disappeared for two months, and now his life and death are unknown, maybe he is being imprisoned in a certain place waiting for us to rescue him, but look at Ni's current death, do you still have the ability to save Yan Yan?"

Ning Jingyuan scolded and was still angry, and kicked on the pear blossom wooden desk, and in an instant, the desk was torn apart and rotted into pieces.

Han Yifan looked at Ning Jingyuan in anger sadly, two tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, and he muttered self-deprecatingly: "What's the use of me? I'm useless, I followed Yan Yan out of the martial arts training camp, and let people rob Yan Yan under my nose, what's the use of me, I don't deserve her to call me 'Uncle Yifan', if I stopped Yan Yan from practicing martial arts at that time, it would be good if I stopped her from practicing martial arts......

Ning Jingyuan turned around, his eyes just touched Han Yifan's tears, and suddenly there was a soft sound in his mind, and the thread called reason broke violently.

The body that was still bubbling with flames just now instantly dropped to the freezing point, and a pair of cold eyes were like cold ice that could not be opened, staring at Han Yifan, walking over step by step, with a terrifying momentum.

He looked at Han Yifan condescendingly, grabbed his collar with both hands, pulled him up, and roared coldly, roaring like a beast that had lost its cubs: "What are you crying about? What do you have to cry about? I'm her father and I didn't cry why are you cry???ing?

With the sound of Ning Jingyuan's words, the airflow in the room surged rapidly, and almost in an instant, all the furniture in the room seemed to be put into a powerful crusher, crushed into foam.

Han Yifan's neck was strangled by the collar, and his face was as red as a monkey's ass. Ning Jingyuan was like losing his mind, grabbing his collar and swaying from side to side, the feeling of suffocation followed him.

"Ning Jingyuan, you are sober, Ning Jingyuan, you are sober......" Han Yifan shouted in a dumb voice, he wanted to shake off Ning Jingyuan's hand, but the difference in strength between the two was too great to play a role.

The feeling of suffocation hit again, and Han Yifan used his last strength to shout: "Mu Yiteng, you sober me up!"

Xu is Han Yifan's method worked, Mu Yiteng's hand grabbing the collar gradually loosened, and Han Yifan took two steps back immediately after he was freed, keeping a safe distance from him.

Mu Yiteng didn't go crazy once or twice.

"Are you awake now?" Ning Jingyuan asked, enduring the pain in his throat.

Mu Yiteng turned around, wanting to sit down and support his weak legs, but he was dazed to find that everything in the room had turned to ashes.

Han Yifan looked at Mu Yiteng, watching the bones on his body being pumped, sitting on the ground softly, lost his soul.

Mu Yiteng has always been arrogant, superior, always disdainful, superior, He Zeng, He Zeng is like this time, hesitant, helpless, desperate......

Han Yifan wiped a handful on his face, his palms were wet, he raised his legs and walked over, sat down next to Mu Yiteng, and apologized in a choked voice: "Mu Yiteng, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for Yuhui's matter, I'm sorry for Yan Yan's matter, you handed them over to me, and I gave you back a death and a disappearance, I'm sorry for living up to your high hopes......"

The twilight sun hung far in the sky, full of red, as if it had been stained red by blood, revealing a strange thrill.

The light purple curtains were divided into ashes under Mu Yiteng's exposure, and the light red penetrated through the bright glass, falling on Mu Yiteng and Han Yifan's bodies, with an indescribable strangeness, but it was extraordinarily compatible.

It's been a long time.

"Han Yifan, don't blame yourself, this is all retribution, I have done a lot of evil, I have killed so many people, all of them are retribution to Xiyan and Yuhui. ”

Han Yifan tilted his head, Mu Yiteng's eyes were hollow, and there was nowhere to place them.

This is the second time he has seen him like this, the first time is after Yu Hui's death, and the second time is now, two months after Mu Xiyan disappeared.

He had a lot of reason to believe that if Yu Dezhi sent someone to kill him at this moment, Mu Yiteng would not make any resistance.

There is no greater mourning than the death of the heart.

When Cheng Yuhui died, Mu Yiteng had only one concern in his heart, and that was Mu Xiyan.

In order to let Mu Xiyan grow up safe and sound, he changed his face and used Ning Jingyuan to change the method to grow up under his nose.

Han Yifan covered his face with one hand, silent tears fell on the dusty ground, more than two months, more than sixty days, and there was still no clue under their search, they had to plan for the worst.

Mu Xiyan has already been killed, or in Yu Dezhi's hands, waiting until one day to threaten them.

They are still reluctant to give up because they obsessively believe that Mu Xiyan must still be alive.