The luxury car stopped in front of the Qianwan villa, and Mozu Beitan strode into the villa with a black and calm face, only to see that in the living room of Nuoda, Ling Nianfeng and Lan Ling were sitting on the sofa and watching TV leisurely.

"Beitan, is there anything wrong with you coming here so late?" Looking at the man walking towards this side, Aunt Lan was the first to speak.

"I'm looking for Uncle Lang."

Ridge Nianfeng said casually: "You kid, you have to toss people at night, you can tell me anything, and leave quickly." ”

Mozu Beitan sat expressionlessly opposite Ridge Nian Peak, and his powerful aura couldn't help but make the middle-aged man stunned, and Mozu Beitan glanced at the woman: "Aunt Lan, you avoid it first." ”

Lan Ling felt that the situation was wrong, so she went upstairs and went back to her room.

While eating the fruit, Ling Nianfeng asked, "What, if you don't handle your national affairs well, what are you doing here?" ”

"Four years ago, how did Asa Zike sign the divorce agreement?"

The orange that was about to be put in his mouth stopped suddenly, and Ling Nianfeng coughed lightly: "Why are you asking this?" ”

"How did she sign it?"

"How can I sign it by hand?"

Mozu Beitan narrowed his dark eyes slightly, and a hint of danger flashed in his eyes: "You should know better than me whether she signed this or not." ”

Ling Nianfeng frowned slightly, looked at the man in front of him and asked, "What do you mean by that?" ”

Mozu Beitan stood up and said in a cold voice: "Uncle Lang, no matter what your purpose is, I will give you three days to tell me why Qian Zike signed the divorce agreement four years ago and the reason for his sudden departure, don't let me check it myself, otherwise you will know the consequences." ”

After that, the man turned around and left without looking back. Ling Nianfeng's brain was suddenly clouded, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise a wry smile, what should come is always coming.

It was already early in the morning when he returned to the presidential palace, Mozu Beitan took off his shirt, and lay naked and sturdy with his upper body next to Qianzike, looking down at her pure and sweet side face by the moonlight, and couldn't help but feel a little distracted.

In the middle of the night, as soon as the mobile phone rang, Mozu Beitan retracted his gaze and opened the phone, only to see a short message sent by Quan Yileng: email.

Mozu Beitan took the tablet placed next to the bed, sketched on the screen, clicked on the mailbox, and accepted an email.

Asa Zike's marital status: married.

Spouse: Confidentiality protection at the national level.

Mozu Beitan's marital status: married.

Spouse: Confidentiality protection at the national level.

Mozu Beitan snorted coldly, threw the tablet aside, and looked down at the woman, he knew that no matter how capable Ling Nianfeng was, it was impossible to tamper with the information of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

If you really want to get a divorce, you must go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to verify the information and seal it, and it is not legally effective to sign a divorce agreement without a seal.

What he couldn't understand was that he knew that what he did was useless, why did Ling Nianfeng do this?

Just thinking about it, the sleeping Qianzi Ke turned over uncomfortably, and seeing that she was about to fall under the bed, Mozu Beitan quickly buckled her fragrant shoulders, and the woman rolled into the man's arms, found a comfortable position and fell asleep.

Mozu Beitan's big hand caressed the woman's cheek, and the sword eyebrows couldn't help frowning, four years ago, he could dominate his own marriage; Four years later, now, it is no longer his turn to call the shots in his marriage.

In a huge Western European villa, several tall men stood around the bed, and the large bedroom was as quiet as death.

Zuo Ting bowed his head slightly and said respectfully: "Father, the doctor said that if he doesn't wake up tonight, he will have to prepare for the future." ”

Zuo Tianzhan nodded, with a serious face: "I know, if he doesn't wake up at ten o'clock, he will be buried." ”

"Yes."

Time passed minute by minute, and when the minute pointed to 9:59, the man on the bed lifted his eyelids, and the others were all highly nervous.

Slowly, the man on the bed opened his eyes, Zuo Tianzhan was overjoyed, leaned over and whispered: "Ou Lengyan, how do you feel?" ”

[The author has something to say: Don't abuse... Don't abuse... Don't abuse... What is our ink boss afraid of? I'm sorry that I can't update normally because of the power outage at home, continue tomorrow, don't forget the tickets, good night everyone, see you tomorrow~]