Chapter 4492： This little concubine is so arrogant (131)

Chapter 4492 This little concubine is so arrogant (131)

At this time, the Lord of the Night Castle had to come forward to calm everyone's emotions and control the development of the situation.

He leaped vertically and landed on the ring lightly, looking around everyone with a serious face:

"This incident happened very suddenly and strangely. The messenger Gong Jun was dead, and he was injured. He committed suicide and died, not by the leader. Therefore, the whole thing should be a trap that has been set long ago. ."

Everyone understands the truth of the matter, and people's hearts are no longer impetuous.

Ye Shaoxuan narrowed his eyes slightly, turned his head and glanced at the crowd.

A man in Tsing Yi nodded slightly, and then immediately said loudly: "The dead person is Miss Lin's personal follower, don't you know what Miss Lin has to say?"

Lin Hanyan didn't expect to mention herself suddenly, but she had also thought that this matter would involve her, so she was prepared.

After all, Gong Jun is her person, everyone knows.

Beside her, a beautiful woman patted the back of her hand lightly: "Yanran, don't be afraid, your father has sent a message, let you tell the truth."

Lin Hanyan lowered her head with a guilty expression: "Mother, I'm sorry father, I've caused you trouble."

Mrs. Lin hurriedly calmed down carefully: "Stop saying this, you are our child, what do you say that is not involved?"

"Besides, this thing was done by Gong Jun, and it has nothing to do with you."

The area divided by   Flying Eagle Fort is not far from the area divided by Kunwu faction, and there is also a sect in the middle.

Although the voice is a bit low, it is not difficult for Su Qiao and Ye Shaoxuan, who have excellent hearing, to hear their conversation.

Su Qiao turned her head and squinted at the woman who was talking to Lin Hanyan softly.

She was dressed in silk and silk, with a gentle temperament, and she looked like a beautiful country. She seemed to be only thirty years old at most, and she was not at all like a woman with a 17-year-old child.

It is conceivable who inherited the looks of her and Lin Hanyan.

Ye Shaoxuan saw her look over there, and quietly shook her hand: "Do you want to recognize them?"

Su Qiao shook his head slightly.

She didn't want to recognize it in her heart.

In her heart, only adoptive parents are her parents.

Although their appearance had faded in her heart, only two vague shadows remained.

But with so many planes, even after countless years, she still remembers them firmly.

Ye Shaoxuan squeezed the palm of her hand: "It will be enough for you to have me in the future."

No need for other people, even parents.

Su Qiao glanced at him and threw away his hand.

This guy, even eat this kind of vinegar.

Ye Shaoxuan was not angry, but smiled and added hot tea to her, and then sullenly held her hand in his own big hand.

Su Qiao gave him a white look, but this time he didn't shake him off again.

Ye Shaoxuan’s smile became stronger at the corner of his mouth.

He turned his head and looked in the direction of Lin Hanyan’s mother and daughter, and the smile in his eyes turned into a bad taste: "Ms. Lin has been thinking about it for so long, is she thinking of how to make up a story?"

Lin Hanyan swept across Su Qiao vaguely, and his eyes fell on Ye Shaoxuan with a sad expression: "Cousin, why don't you even believe me? What kind of person I am, don't you know? "

Ye Shaoxuan smiled badly in his eyes, amplifying his voice and said: "It's just clear, that's why I said that!"

"You...?" Lin Hanyan did not expect that he would target herself at such a critical moment, and was so angry that she almost didn't do it on the spot.

Mrs. Lin frowned slightly and interrupted her: "Yan'er!"

Lin Hanyan looked at her mother with an aggrieved expression.

Mrs. Lin was also very dissatisfied with Ye Shaoxuan in her heart. However, she was also a person who had seen the face of the world. At this time, she did not express too much anger, just with a touch of condemnation:

(End of this chapter)