One of them is Fang Ao, the former leader of the Rakshasa Regiment, but that person should be dead.

Hearing the three words of the Rakshasa Group, Wen Ziqian also frowned, and the expression on his face immediately became solemn.

"Okay, I'll let you know."

He walked downstairs quickly to make a phone call, Tang Moshen turned around the corridor, and noticed a bodyguard crooked by the railing, and the man's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Could it be...... You're alive?! ”

Tang Moshen went downstairs again, and it was not too late, and an ordinary-looking car had quietly driven into the yard.

The car door was separated, and two men and a woman got out of the car neatly, both wearing black overalls, looking ordinary.

On his chest, however, there was a delicate black embroidery—it was an eagle with bright eyes, hovering with wings outstretched, as if ready to strike at its prey.

Walking forward, the three of them all stopped respectfully and saluted Tang Mo.

There is no nonsense of half a word, just waiting for his orders.

The Flying Eagles belong directly to Tang Moshen, and no one except him has the right to command.

The man raised his right hand and gently pressed it to the side of his brow in return with a military salute.

"Handle it properly."

Four words, including a lot of meaning:

Settle the family and dispose of the body; Find a reason that can be published in an official face to explain the cause of the mayor's death; Of course, there are all the clues to find the murderer......

"Yes!"

Three in unison.

Wen Ziqian opened the car door, Tang Moshen sat sideways, and the car moved forward, but his face was still a little dignified.

The car returned to the Tang Palace, and he walked into the living room.

Zhou Boying came out, Tang Moshen just raised his right hand lightly and went upstairs by himself.

Walking to the door of the master bedroom, he turned around and gently pushed open Pei Yunqing's door, taking advantage of the light thrown in behind him.

I saw that the little girl was sleeping soundly, most of her back was exposed outside the quilt, her two legs were bent up and riding the quilt, and the nightdress on her body had already been lifted by her knees, not to mention the two legs, even the white dress was faintly visible under the skirt.

This girl is not honest when she sleeps!

The man's eyes darkened, and he immediately looked away.

Walking over and gently pulling the blanket over her waist, he sat sideways on the side of her bed.

He was the person in charge of the extermination of the Rakshasa Regiment, and a year ago, he drove her out of the Tang Palace because he was afraid of the retaliation of the Rakshasa Regiment.

If those guys really make a comeback, how can he protect her?

Do you want her to leave?

No!

As soon as this thought arose, it was immediately denied.

If he, Tang Moshen, can't even protect his own woman, what qualifications does he have to protect this country?

Making this decision, he stood up and walked out of Pei Yunqing's bedroom.

After a moment, Tang Moshen came back again.

Stretched out his arms and wanted to carry her away, but after thinking about it, he was afraid of waking her up or changing his mind.

Closing the door, he put the thing he was holding in his hand to the head of her bed, lying sideways behind her, and the man shrunk up and slept on the side of her small bed, stretching his arms around her waist.

Pei Yunqing slept soundly and deeply, and didn't notice that there was already an extra person beside him, and he was hugging her in his arms with a protective gesture at the moment.

After sleeping for a while, Pei Yun turned over lightly, twisted in his arms, arched like a small animal, and finally found a comfortable pillow - his arm - and she settled down again.

Feeling her closeness, the man's arms tightened as he hugged her.

His clouds are light, and he will never let go!