"Girl, what's wrong with you?"

Ye Fengyi anxiously asked her daughter, her daughter was moody after being injured, sometimes she lost her mind and giggled, sometimes she cried silently, and she often lost her temper and threw things.

For this reason, she was so worried that she took her daughter to see a psychiatrist, but the doctor couldn't help her, saying that she needed her daughter to adjust her mentality and get out of the psychological shadow of disfigurement.

Nalan Tongtong lay down silently, covered his head and face with a quilt, his body twitched slightly, and he was sobbing, and the photo he had just seen from the news page stimulated this girl.

Ye Fengyi didn't know how to comfort her daughter, picked up the broken laptop, gently put it on the desk, told her daughter to eat more fruit and drink more water, looked at the watch, sighed heartache, and left quietly.

Nalan Tongtong, who was covered with a quilt, listened to her mother's footsteps in the distance, slowly pulled open the quilt, pulled a tissue from the paper drawer box at the bedside, and wiped away the tears that came out of her eyes.

She blamed herself very much, blaming herself for losing her temper in front of her mother, but she always couldn't control it, she encountered many hardships, and her mood never got better, especially after taking the initiative to break up with Yang Chen, her heart seemed to be completely broken, and the whole world turned into a depressed gray, only pain and despair.

She loved him.

But he must be left behind.

He didn't want to see her ugly.

Maybe this is a manifestation of low self-esteem, maybe breaking up is the biggest regret in this life, but she can't care about it so much, she just wants to leave him eternal perfection.

She picked up the mobile phone next to the pillow, the mobile phone pressed the book, Stephanie Mayer's masterpiece "Twilight", I had seen the movie version before, and Yang Chen accompanied her to watch it, but she preferred books, the movie lacks the artistic conception in the book, and the tear-jerking love of the hero and heroine can only be set off by words.

She fiddled with her mobile phone, flipped through the photo album, it was full of photos of her and Yang Chen, these photos froze her best times and memories, after taking the initiative to break up, she wanted to delete the photos several times, but she couldn't do it, she took and deleted the photos, and she could no longer see the clearest appearance of the man she loved.

"Leaving you, it's not that I don't love you, if you want to blame me, I love you too much, I choose to give up, but also to take care of you, avoid you, I don't want you to bear the pain with me, because I love you too much, so I can't tie you up, Yang Chen, don't worry, I won't fall in love with anyone else in this life, and no one in the world can replace your place in my heart." Nalan Tongtong stared at Yang Chen's photo, choked up, and sobbed.

After a long time, Nalan Tongtong's mind calmed down, no longer choked, and gently stroked her gauze-wrapped face, not knowing what a series of skin grafting and plastic surgery had changed her.

Is it beautiful or ugly, is it a change of face?

But it doesn't matter anymore, even if the final result is bad, she admits it, even if it becomes an ugly monster recognized by men all over the world, it doesn't matter.

Yang Chen just remembered her beauty.

Nalan Tongtong lay on the bed, thinking wildly, thinking about it, falling asleep, I don't know what dreams I had, and crystal tears overflowed the corners of my eyes.

Another corner of Beijing.

Shen Yue also inadvertently turned up the news about Anna, seeing that Yang Chen was safe and sound, she was not as sad as Nalan Tongtong, she breathed a sigh of relief, and no longer worried about Yang Chen.

If he is doing well, she will be down-to-earth.

The computer suddenly crashed for some reason, she immediately restarted it, and then went to the news, but it showed that this message did not exist, presumably deleted by the relevant departments, the wanted murderer was on the news, and she also won the goddess of Wall Street who was worth hundreds of millions, so how can the public security be embarrassed?

Shen Yue closed the webpage with a smile, leaned on the rotating chair, and lazily picked up the coffee cup, after Director Mao's death, everything went smoothly, not only did no one hold her accountable, but she was also repeatedly valued by the leadership, and the Spring Festival Gala program team that was just established yesterday decided to let her serve as one of the female hosts.

Taking on the heavy responsibility so quickly, she didn't expect it, probably too excited, she tossed and turned last night and couldn't sleep, and when she came to this point, she had nothing else to ask for, she just hoped that Yang Chen would watch this year's CCTV Spring Festival Gala.

Thousands of miles away.

Yang Chen sneezed a few times in a row, burst into tears, and couldn't help muttering in his hometown who was nagging him behind his back, and the old man sitting opposite him asked in surprise: "What did you say?" ”

Yang Chen smiled: "It's nothing"

"Since it's nothing, then it's time for me to go." The old man smiled and got up.

"I hope that the Freemasons will behave in the future in accordance with what you say today." Yang Chen got up to send the old man as he spoke, and the old man had a lot of background.

The uncle of the contemporary head of the Rockefeller family, the Masonic patriarch, came this time to represent the Presbyterian Church of Zion, the highest decision-making level of Freemasonry.

Although Freemasonry is derived from the Rothschild family, the Rockefeller family, which ranks among the world's top ten chaebols, plays an important role in Freemasonry, and the Morgan and DuPont families are slightly inferior, so this old man is very confident to assure Yang Chen that there will be no problems, provided that Yang Chen must respect Freemasonry.

Yang Chen sent the old man off the yacht.

On the yacht dock, dozens of black hunks bent over the old man in unison.

"I've been looking forward to it for a long time, I've been looking forward to it for a long time, I've endured it for a long time, and I've made my dream come true" Yang Chen, who was on the yacht, stood in the wind and hummed a song, watching the old man get in the car and leave.

He hummed a song, more emotional than pleasant.

Over the years, he has encountered strong opponents one after another, and survived unharmed, it is not easy to think about it, this old song expresses his feelings at this moment.

It wasn't until the Rockefeller family's motorcade completely disappeared from view that the guy glanced at the exquisitely luxurious and expensive Patek Philippe watches, and couldn't help but think of Xiao Nizi, who had not been heard from again.

"Tongtong, where are you, are you okay?" Yang Chen muttered, and a touch of bone-chilling sadness appeared in his deep eyes.

In the eyes of many people, he is an all-powerful powerhouse, but on the road of pursuing love, his head is broken and bleeding, and there are too many regrets in his heart.

"Tongtong, one day, I will find you, no matter what you become, you will always be my woman." After Yang Chen finished speaking, he took a long breath, jumped off the yacht, and walked to the parking lot next to the dock to pick up the car, the matter of the United States was settled, but Cole introduced a person for him and made an appointment to meet this person for a while.

Young talents with valuable use.

Cole commented on the person who introduced him, who was it, what background, Cole, who deliberately sold the guan, did not say.

Yang Chen drove a black Lamborghini bat sports car, rushed out of the parking lot, and galloped all the way back to the Peninsula Hotel, where he was staying in the rest area of the hotel lobby, with a big man wearing a black suit and sunglasses.

There is a large tea room in the lounge area, and only two people are sitting.

"Cole, who the hell is this man you asked me to meet?"

"Someone who can change your destiny."

Cole smiled deeply, staring at the man who was about his age opposite, the nephew of Yuuda Kenichi, the sixth generation of the Yamaguchi-gumi, Yuuda Tetsuo.

"Someone who can change my fate?" Tetsuo Yuuda couldn't help but be curious.