There is a tea house not far from the West Lake Garden, although it is already a million lights ~ fire at this time, but there are still a few tables of guests in the tea house who have not left.

Suzhou and Hangzhou are famous for West Lake, and also famous for Longjing tea, Suzhou and Hangzhou people love tea, so tourists who come here will be more or less infected. Sitting in front of the window, drinking tea, admiring the moon, and then looking at the beautiful scenery of the West Lake at night, it can be regarded as fun.

The second floor of the tea house is divided into four pavilions of spring, summer, autumn and winter, Situ Jin hurriedly walked upstairs, stopped in front of the door of the spring pavilion, sorted out the clothes that did not have a trace of wrinkles, raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door, and waited until the sound of invitation came from inside, and then carefully pushed the door in.

The area of the box is large, however, in the middle of the tea table at the door, it is blocked by a screen, and the people drinking tea in it cannot be seen.

The screen is painted with a story of borrowing an umbrella from the West Lake, but Situ Jin is not in the mood to appreciate the flowers on the screen at this time, so he can't help but lower his body and said. "Da Shao, people have moved."

He spoke softly, as if he was afraid of disturbing Yaxing of the person inside.

"Situ, come in, what are you doing standing at the door? This is your territory. The man said with a smile.

"Yes." Situ Jin stood up straight, and then bypassed the screen.

Behind the screen is a wooden round tea table, next to the tea table, Zheng Wuming is holding a cup of tea and gently shaking, his eyes staring at the teacup, as if he is very interested in the ripples that are swinging.

He didn't speak, and Situ Jin didn't dare to speak, so he stood beside him, his hands crossed in front of his lower abdomen, and his body was slightly bent, just like the eunuchs beside the emperor in the past.

"Look at you, so restrained." Zheng Wuming glanced at him and asked him to sit opposite, then asked. "Are our people keeping up?"

"Keep up." Situ Jin asked suspiciously. "Da Shao, does this work? The surname Yan is very good, and I don't think that old guy is weak, right? ”

Situ Jin was bullied by Yan Murong and was afraid, that bastard has good medical skills, high kung fu, and never suffers, whoever makes him suffer a loss, he will make his face hurt. And, according to the eldest and youngest, the old guy was his master - the apprentice was so powerful, could the master be bad?

"You think I'm going to kill them?" Zheng Wuming asked with a smile, and then, without waiting for Situ Jin to answer, he said. "Wrong, you know, now is a society ruled by law, and murder is a crime."

"Hmm." Situ Jin responded in a low voice, but did not speak.

"I just wanted to give them a heads-up." Zheng Wuming said with a smile. "He shouldn't have come back."

Situ Jin didn't know who he was in his mouth, but he knew that there were some things that he shouldn't ask.

"Oh, yes." Zheng Wuming said suddenly. "Han Xiang, forget it, it's useless."

"What do you mean?" Situ Jin asked.

"Do you think Yan Murong would be stupid enough to tell her everything?" Zheng Wuming asked rhetorically.

"I guess so." Situ Jin said guessingly. "Although the relationship between the Han family and the Yan family is not particularly good, it is not bad, and the two have known each other since childhood, and the surname Yan should not be suspicious of her."

"Indeed, he is not suspicious." Zheng Wuming said with a smile. "It's because their relationship is so good, so Yan Murong won't be suspicious - similarly, Han Xiang won't hide it from Yan Murong."

"Huh?" Situ Jin was taken aback. "Did the woman tell him everything? Then wouldn't he know it was me—"

"It's okay." Zheng Wuming waved his hand and interrupted him. "He won't be suspicious, it doesn't mean that he completely believes her, otherwise, why do you think he would let that woman build another Yuhuatai in Hong Kong?"

"Please make it clear." Situ Jin said. He is suitable to be a gentleman who eats, drinks, eats and waits for death, and lets him play these intrigue tricks, his IQ is not enough.

"It's simple." Zheng Wuming smiled. "Yan Murong can say that she has the best of both worlds, let her build another Yuhuatai in Hong Kong, not only can she have more contacts online, but also have a suitable excuse not to let her follow her all the time, how good."

"Alright, you can go back first." After speaking, Zheng Wuming waved his hand at him. Situ Jin stood up, didn't speak, turned around and walked out-

"Asking for a debt?" Yan Murong trembled, and almost drove the car to the separation zone of the highway.

This old man wants to run to Nanjing in the middle of the night, not to find his sister, but to ask for debts?

Damn, I went to ask for a debt in the middle of the night, what kind of debt do you want? Aren't you afraid that people will scold your ancestral grave?

"Go ask for debt." The old man repeated, and then leaned back on the soft leather chair and closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, which made Yan Murong very depressed, thinking to himself that this old man was not crazy? It's okay to ask for any debt in the middle of the night, aren't you afraid to beat people out with a stick? You must know that now the creditor is the grandson, and the one who owes the money is the uncle.

Yan Murong stopped talking, and suddenly, after glancing at the light in the rearview mirror, his eyes became sharp, and then he looked at the old man, and he also sat up.

"Your friend?" The old man asked.

"My friend won't sneak after me."

"Then go make a friend." The old man said lightly.

Make friends? Yan Murong thought to himself, this old man has been holding back the fire for thirty years, and it is estimated that he will find someone to vent tonight, and the unlucky child in the car behind you, you hit the muzzle.

Yan Murong slowly stepped on the brakes, and was about to pull over the car, when suddenly a sense of danger came to his heart, and then, a bright light flashed in the rearview mirror, and the car suddenly became shorter, and the body shook.

Damn, these bastards actually use guns. Yan Murong's anger suddenly jumped up - what the hell are you not good at, you have to hit other people's cars, you don't know that this car is newly bought, oh, no, is it a new gift? It's only been a day.

What made Yan Murong even more angry was that the old man pulled the car door and jumped out the moment the tire was hit by a bullet.

Do you still treat me as an apprentice? Ruthlessly abandoned me like this?

Brake, turn off, jump out of the car.

Yan Murong completed these three actions in one second, and by the time he jumped out of the car, the old man had already jumped out of the isolation zone and ran into the distance, Yan Murong didn't stop much, jumped over, jumped off the foundation more than one meter high, and ran after the old man.

"Bang-"

A loud noise came, and as soon as Yan Murong turned around, he saw that the off-road vehicle that followed them actually crashed directly into the barrier, and the car jumped down from the foundation more than one meter high, splashing a cloud of dust, and when he looked at the roof of the car, he was stunned.

Damn, didn't the old man run ahead? When did it get on the roof of the car?