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Yanjing time, the night of November 1, 2006. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Long Guohai and Fang Lingzhu arrived in London on the same flight.

The European branch of Feilong Group immediately heard the news, and without any advance notice, all the senior management of the branch in Germany flew to London in advance to pick up Long Guohai.

When leaving the airport, Long Guohai was wearing sunglasses at the time, and left the airport surrounded by the senior management of the Feilong Group branch. At that time, Long Guohai's mind was in a trance, and he didn't notice that the taxi Fang Lingzhu was riding was following behind his vehicle.

At this time, Long Tianxiang's body had been sent to a Chinese-owned funeral home by someone from the Feilong Group Branch, and he was dressed in a formal dress.

After arriving at the funeral home, Long Guohai first went to the funeral room to see his brother's body.

Long Tianxiang, who was lying in the black coffin, looked very tired, and his face was slightly swollen because he had shed too many tears. He looked more like he was asleep crying too tired than like he had died.

Long Guohai stood by the coffin, only glanced at Long Tianxiang, and then turned his head as if he had been electrocuted. On the plane that came, his tears had dried up, and at this time he couldn't cry anymore, he could only tremble for a while.

"Mr. Long, you're too tired, let's find a place to sleep first." Said the person from the branch.

"Nope." Long Guohai grabbed his forehead with his hand, and after standing against the wall for a while, he asked, "Where is Miss Ling?" ”

"Miss Ling had been sitting here all this time, unwilling to leave. Later, she was so tired that she fell asleep, so we sent her to the manager's room to rest. ”

"Take me to her."

Three minutes later, Long Guohai came to the manager's room and saw Ling Mengdie, who was lying on the sofa and sleeping.

"Let's go, all of you." Long Guohai turned around and said a word to the people in the branch, and then sat down on a chair next to him.

At this moment, Long Guohai's heart was in turmoil, he couldn't imagine why his brother would suddenly commit suicide, he couldn't believe that this was really reality.

After a while, Ling Mengdie woke up from the sofa, and when she saw Long Guohai sitting beside her, she slowly sat up from the sofa, and then sat against the sofa, her face expressionless, looking at Long Guohai with empty eyes.

After the two looked at each other for a while, Long Guohai asked, "Why did my brother commit suicide?" ”

Ling Mengdie didn't say anything, just handed Long Guohai the ninety-nine air tickets that Long Tianxiang had left her, as well as the letter. After Long Guohai took the tickets and letters, he was misled by the contents of the letters. He only paid attention to Long Tianxiang saying that he wanted him to be with Ling Mengdie, but did not pay special attention to what Long Tianxiang said about asking her to give up her dream.

In Long Guohai's view, Ling Mengdie's so-called dream is just to become a great wandering archaeologist. He had never thought about how huge and terrifying Ling Mengdie's true dream was.

After Long Guohai read the letter, he felt that all the blood in his body suddenly rushed to the top of his head. At this time, he lost all rational judgment, and his heart was only shame except self-blame.

He hated himself, why did he reveal his thoughts about Ling Mengdie everywhere? Why did he even grab the only thing his brother wanted in his life?

"I'll go back to Shanghai, but I'm not going back to Shanghai with you. I returned to Shanghai as a widow to take care of Tianxiang's funeral. In the future, I will continue to live according to my own ideas, I will not love anyone again in this life, the only person I love is dead. When Ling Mengdie said these words to Long Guohai, her face was full of indifference that rejected people thousands of miles away.

And Long Guohai didn't answer a word, he just lay on the chair with a blank expression.

Ling Mengdie slowly stood up, wrapped the black coat that the people from the Feilong Branch had given her temporarily, and then left the manager's room.

As soon as she walked out of the funeral home and got into a taxi, Fang Lingzhu immediately asked the taxi driver to follow her.

Half an hour later, Ling Mengdie returned to her residence, and the patriarch of the Rothschild family, Clement, had already left her a message, "I am also sorry to hear such unfortunate news suddenly, your vacation has been increased to two months, take a good rest." But don't let your fighting spirit wear down, the dead are dead, and we will continue to live. ”

After listening to Clement's message, Ling Mengdie went to the refrigerator and poured a glass of milk, then walked to the living room and sat down, "Come in, senior brother." ”

Fang Lingzhu, who was standing at the door and was hesitating, was stunned for a moment when he heard Ling Mengdie say this, but he still pushed the door open. Ling Mengdie deliberately didn't lock the door, he pushed the door and went in.

"You seem to have known I was coming?" Fang Lingzhu stood at the door vigilantly and said.

"Because you know that you killed Tianxiang, I will never let you go easily. You are a cowardly villain, you don't even have the courage to run away, you only dare to come and wagged your tail at me and beg for mercy. ”

When Ling Mengdie spoke, she had been sitting on the sofa, holding milk in her hand, and she hadn't looked at Fang Lingzhu at all.

And Fang Lingzhu clearly felt that the ruthless aura on Ling Mengdie's body, which belonged to women, was more than twice as heavy as before.

"Tianxiang's death, it's none of my business, I didn't expect my words to have such a big effect on him......" Fang Lingzhu spread his hands a little nervously and said.

But before he could finish speaking, he was coldly interrupted by Ling Mengdie, "What did you say to Tianxiang?" ”

"I didn't say anything, I just wanted Tianxiang to leave you. Yes, I have selfish intentions, I have a grudge against you, I did this to cause you a little trouble, but I did it for the good of Tianxiang. He's not a man fit to survive in the world of conspiracy, he shouldn't be with you anymore, he can't bear the ...... of everything"

"Say! What the hell did you tell him? ”

Ling Mengdie, who was originally as cold as Antarctic ice, suddenly became hysterical at this time, she screamed loudly, and threw the milk in her hand towards Fang Lingzhu.

Fang Lingzhu shrank his body, and the milk cup smashed beside him, and the glass shards splashed all over him.

Fang Lingzhu was even more frightened at this moment, he shrunk by the wall, and said tremblingly: "I told him, you are a person like Master, you are using him, you are using everyone...... I...... I'm not lying, I'm telling the truth, all, I'm not deliberately slandering you, I'm just stating the facts. ”

"You're telling the truth?" Ling Mengdie stood up from the sofa in the living room, walked to Fang Lingzhu's side with a sneer, and grabbed his collar with both hands, "If everything you said is true, then did you tell Tianxiang that the person who killed the master was not the Rothschild family, not the Bat Group, but you?" Have you ever told Tianxiang that it was you who knelt in front of me and begged me to forgive you, so that I would let you live? ”

"Yes...... I killed him, but who instigated me to kill him? It's you! It's you! It was you who deliberately tempted me with stamps and lists, and it was you who said that after I succeeded, you would join forces with me to achieve great things. What qualifications do you think you have to accuse me of this? As for you letting me go, if it weren't for that old guy's partiality and his efforts to help you cultivate power, at that time, it wasn't certain who begged and who let him go. ”

"Well, since that's how you treat me for your kindness......" Ling Mengdie slowly stood up, walked to the side, and took out a gun from the drawer, "Then you should die now." ”

"Don't ......" Fang Lingzhu knelt on the ground almost immediately, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, junior sister, you spare me, spare me." I'm just an old man in my fifties, I have no power, I can't be your opponent, you can let me go. ”

Ling Mengdie shook her head contemptuously, "Your mouth is as hard as ever, but your heart is as cowardly as ever. ”

"Yes, I'm cowardly, I'm timid, junior sister, for the sake of our brothers and sisters, let me live. Besides, if it weren't for me, that old guy wouldn't have given you the rubber stamp and the list at the end. Fang Lingzhu said this, raised his head and looked at Ling Mengdie, "Senior sister, if it weren't for me, how could you be here today?" Aren't you still playing that old guy's pawn? Aren't you still being ...... by him every night?"

When Fang Lingzhu said this, Ling Mengdie's eyes suddenly opened, her body turned, and she looked at Fang Lingzhu coldly, "You know what? You have buried the last bit of mercy in me. ”

After Ling Mengdie finished speaking, she pointed the gun at Fang Lingzhu, and the trigger was pulled wildly, until Fang Lingzhu was beaten all over his face and bleeding like an infusion.

Ling Mengdie's gun was equipped with a silencer, so when she pulled the trigger, the pistol didn't make any sound, but when the bullet hit Fang Lingzhu's body, it made a low "poof" sound.

After hitting Fang Lingzhu's face with a pistol and a hornet's nest, Ling Mengdie still didn't seem to feel relieved, she put on high heels and stepped on Fang Lingzhu's face hard, "Bastard!" Bastard! Bastard ......"

After venting almost frantically like this for a long time, Ling Mengdie finally sat staggered in a pool of Fang Lingzhu's blood, "I won't give up!" I'm not going to give up! No one can stop me! No one can ......"

Five minutes later, a black business car stopped at Ling Mengdie's door, and three people walked out of the car, they walked into Ling Mengdie's house, took Fang Lingzhu's body into the kitchen, and were very well-trained, using the neighbor's unnoticeable movement, Fang Lingzhu was disassembled, put it in black tape, and then cleaned Ling Mengdie's home.

Then, like ghosts, they departed silently, as if they had never been in this world.

(To be continued)