After rejecting the marriage, the head of the Qin family was crushed by me.

Chapter 7

Qin Yelan sighed, turned around and went out. He walked to the door and turned around reluctantly: "Momo, if you need help, you can always come to me. This is my phone number. You...save it."

As he spoke, he placed a card on the cabinet at the door and looked at Qian Zhemian cautiously.

Only then did she realize that she had turned around and made the bed at some point, as if she had never appeared.

Alas...the road to chasing my wife is endless...

He closed the door gently without making a sound.

Qian Zhe Mian in the room raised his eyebrows, a look of surprise on his beautiful face.

The door closed without making a sound, which was in line with her habit.

Habit……

Qianzhe Mian recited these two words softly, his face turned pale.

She didn't know when she started, but she was extremely unhappy with the sound the door made when closing the door.

She also tried to think back, but all she got was a stabbing pain in her head, and her brain went blank.

When I was nine years old, due to an "accident", the pavilions and pavilions full of memories collapsed as if they had experienced an earthquake. The memories were reduced to fragments. Most of them were buried in the ruins, and only a few remnants fell on the surface. , the wind blew and dispersed.

When she saw Qin Yelan in Qianjia this time, she seemed to remember something, but when she thought about it carefully, she still couldn't remember anything...

What Qian Zhemian didn't know was that she only had to look downstairs from the window to see Qin Yelan's car, and Qin Yelan sitting in the car, smoking cigarettes one after another.

In the car, Qin Yelan smoked two cigarettes, then slowly calmed down and called his men: "Momo is back by himself."

"Who?" The subordinate on the other end was surprised, "Miss Mo Mo?"

"No way... We have been searching for so long and have no clue at all, but she came back on her own?"

Qin Yelan didn't speak, took a puff of cigarette, and ordered casually: "Shuangchen, please send an email to all employees under Qin's company now, asking them to remember Mo Mo's face. Any request she has must be met. If she If she doesn’t speak, then don’t disturb her.”

"Yes, master."

"How many shares of Qianshi do we have?"

There was the sound of typing on the keyboard on the other end of the phone. After a few seconds, Shuangchen replied: "20%, second only to Qianlao's 30%."

"Well." Qin Yelan played with the lighter in his hand, "Get ready to donate all these shares to Qianzhe Mian."

"Qianzhemian?" Shuangchen asked in confusion, "Master, who is Qianzhemian?"

"Mo Mo is back, her name is Qian Zhe Mian now."

"So that's it." Shuangchen muttered in a low voice while typing on the keyboard, "Zhe Mian refers to the extremely cold climate. How could a girl be called such a name..."

Listening to these words, Qin Yelan inexplicably remembered Qian Zhemian's words, "My father Qian Shengxi, my mother Mo Qingwei, so my name is Qianmo and my courtesy name is Zhemian."

Did Mo Mo choose the name herself, or did her godfather and godmother decide it for her?

If she decided it herself, why did she choose the word "Zhe Mian"?
If it is decided by godfather and godmother, what exactly does godfather and godmother mean?
The burning cigarette was shining with dots of red light in the darkness, flickering on and off, making his face look particularly lonely.

After a while, he hung up the phone, put out his cigarette, and looked up at the guest room on the north side of the second floor.

The curtains were taken down, and the warm light bulb that was on in her room a quarter of an hour ago was replaced by a shadowless lamp. The light was cold and dazzling, just like the eyes of the owner of the room. There was no trace of emotion or warmth in the supposedly affectionate peach blossom eyes. , the eyes that look at people are as cold as if they are looking at a corpse, an object, and just one look can make people feel like they have fallen into an ice cellar, and their souls tremble.Not long after, the curtains were installed. As he expected, they were thick black blackout curtains. The last trace of light disappeared. Qin Yelan finally came to his senses and made a phone call to go out.

The call was quickly connected, and Qin Yelan respectfully shouted: "Grandpa."

"You brat, why did you think of calling me at this time?"

"Grandpa..." Qin Yelan choked up, "I met Mo Mo in Qianjia..."

"This is a good thing, why are you crying?" Mr. Qin asked in confusion. Listening to his only grandson's first emotional breakdown, the founding father of the Ling Kingdom couldn't help but feel a little soft-hearted, and comforted in a low voice, "It's Girl Mo who wants to Are you engaged to someone else? Don't worry, grandpa will go to Qianjia to propose marriage for you tomorrow."

"It's not that she's getting engaged..." Qin Yelan said in a hoarse voice, "It's that she has forgotten everything, Lingguo, the Qin family, and me..."

"Lan'er." Mr. Qin frowned and was about to say a few words of comfort. Before he finished speaking, he heard Qin Yelan's very soft words.

"Grandpa, I'm actually fine. You see, I've survived all these years of uncertainty about her life and death. Now that she's right in front of me, what else can I be dissatisfied about?"

He looked up at the sky and saw only darkness.

At this time, Qianzhe Mian was sitting in his room, his Bluetooth headset flashing a cold blue light, with a cold smile on his lips: "Why are you driving them away? Why not play with them?"

"Then...teacher, can you...come tomorrow?"

"I have something to do tomorrow, but I will send a few people to help you. No matter what happens, don't be soft." Qianzhe Mian frowned, reached into his bag, rummaged through it, and took out a paper bag.

It's not that she can't arrange the time, but that her current physical condition doesn't allow her to do it anymore.

"Yes!"

Qian Zhemian hung up the phone and typed a few times on the computer. An overly beautiful black-haired boy appeared on the screen: "Master, what are your orders?"

"How many members are there in Lingcheng?" Qianzhe Mian knocked on the table and narrowed his eyes.

"Two senior members, five intermediate members, thirty junior members, and ten reserve members."

"Then send everyone who can perform the task. In addition, you should also go there."

"Subordinates obey!"

After arranging everything, Qian Zhemian's expression suddenly changed, he covered his mouth with his left hand and coughed twice.

Suddenly, there was a touch of bright red blood in the palm of his hand.

Catching Qin Yelan's punch today was actually not as easy as it seemed. If she hadn't used her skill, she probably wouldn't have been able to catch the punch.

After moving her hands three times in one night, her body had reached its limit.

Qianzhe Mian looked at the black desktop background, her eyes filled with confusion. After a long time, she leaned against the bedside, swallowed the medicine in the paper bag with the cold water on the table, and then closed her eyes. .

The medicine seemed to have a sleeping effect, and she fell into a deep sleep soon. Her dream was filled with boundless violence and darkness. Her hands were covered in blood, and she was surrounded by corpses. It was like purgatory on earth.

Obviously, Qian Zhemian did not sleep peacefully this night.

Qin Yelan's car never left. In the car, Qin Yelan flattened the seat, lay down in the car, and slept with his clothes on.

(End of this chapter)