Emperor Lin's tone was cold, "That's what I mean. ”

In these two accidents, the other party did it very secretly.

If it was the guys he offended when he was on the team before, he shouldn't be so low-key, it's not quite like those guys' style.

Therefore, he suspects that these are insiders – people who know him better.

If his intuition is not wrong, I am afraid that this is also related to the emperor's family.

When he dies, whoever is in the best interest is most likely to be the one who wants him to die.

This time, he is "dead", and the other party should also jump out.

"You mean...... "Jun guessed his thoughts, "is it your own person?" ”

Emperor Lin nodded, "So...... From now on, you must be extra careful, even if the other party's surname is emperor, don't take it lightly. ”

Mu Jinbai gulped down the instant noodles in the bucket and got up from the sofa.

"You talk, I'll go out for a walk."

Picking up the curtain and going out, Mu Jinbai looked around, took out a cigarette and brought it back to his lips to light it.

Turning his face up at the night sky, he slowly exhaled a blue-gray smoke.

After a rollercoaster of hours, I can finally calm down.

The man walked slowly onto the trestle and stared at the undulating night sea in front of him.

In my heart, I unconsciously felt a feeling of wanting to talk.

Fingers reached through pockets and touched the phone, but it still didn't take it out.

In the phone, there are hundreds of phone numbers, including partners, subordinates, and friends......

There is no one alone who is fit to speak in this situation.

Inside the tent.

Jun gently picked up the instant noodle bucket and swallowed the warm soup inside.

The empty stomach was filled, and the whole person was warmed up.

She lifted her face and looked to her side.

Noticing that the instant noodles had barely moved, Emperor Lin frowned slightly.

"Why don't you eat it?"

The man didn't speak, just stretched out his arm and pulled her over and hugged her tightly in his arms.

"I'm sorry, gently!"

This time, count him lucky to come back alive.

What would she do if he really couldn't come back?

That kind of possibility, Emperor Lin didn't dare to think about it.

His arms were tightly wrapped around the man's back, and Jun lightly pressed his face to his chest.

"In the future, you will compensate me doubly!"

"Yes."

"I received your piano, and I love it."

"Yes."

"Actually......," she said, lifting her face and pulling a wicked smile, "I'm not particularly upset, because I know you'll be back." ”

He is a fool who can't see her duplicity.

Pulling the girl over and embracing her in his arms, he lowered his head and buried his face in her neck.

"In the future, I will listen to you whatever you ask me to do, I will accompany you wherever you want to go, and I will cook you whatever you want to eat......"

Jun chuckled and stroked the short hair on the back of his head.

"That's what you said, and I remember it all."

"Yes."

……

……

The next morning.

When Duan Siming, Duan Sifan and the others arrived at the port, Emperor Lin had already left.

Under the persuasion of everyone's "bitter words", Jun Qing finally accepted the facts and left the port gloomily with everyone.

At the opening of the stock market that day, Di's shares fell another three percentage points.

Jun Qing returned to the hotel, after simply packing his luggage, accompanied by Mu Jinbai personally, together with Di Siming and others, he returned to the imperial capital on the exclusive business plane of the God Clan.

At this time, Emperor Landing was sitting in the office of one of King's Landing's cross-sea cruise ships, flipping through the stock market transaction records he had just obtained.