Chapter 952: Almost Had a Nosebleed

Xuan Ying looked at the small bungalow not far away. He followed her here, thinking she would stay in a hotel, but he didn't expect her to enter the small bungalow.

This small bungalow is located in a prosperous area and has always been affordable for those with money and status. Every inch of land is valuable.

She is living a good life now, with blessings from big names, driving a luxury car, and even living in such a luxurious house.

It was not easy for a woman to live outside with her children, so Xuan Ying asked A Zhou to check the owner of this house.

The homeowner is a man, Mr. Lelan.

Xuan Ying pressed one big palm on the steering wheel and held the phone with the other. He pursed his thin lips into a cold and white arc, "Who is this Mr. Lailan?"

"Master, we haven't found the background of Mr. Lailan yet, but..." Ah Zhou hesitated.

Xuan Ying frowned his handsome eyebrows, "Are you mute?"

Ah Zhou said quickly, "Master, I have some bold guesses. Miss Xia left with the little miss three years ago without accepting your gold-gilded black card. In the past three years, Miss Xia has become very popular in the design world. I guess... Could there be someone behind her to support her? "

"Miss Xia is so beautiful. I heard that many beautiful girls are being kept... by rich old men. Those old men have families in their forties or fifties, and they have families. Those little girls betrayed their own Bodies, those old men offering their relationships and money, naked deals..."

Before Ah Zhou finished speaking, Xuan Ying interrupted, "Shut up! Ling Ling is not that kind of girl!"

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Ah Zhou on the other end didn't dare to speak. He didn't say anything. It was just his own wild guess. He didn't expect his master to be furious.

After two beeps, Xuan Ying cut off the phone.

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Xuan Ying threw her cell phone in the passenger seat, leaned back into the seat with her straight back, and raised her hand to pinch her eyebrows.

He didn't believe the nonsense A Zhou said.

But, does this little bungalow belong to Mr. Lelan?

Could it be Mr. Lailan who forced Ling Ling?

Xuan Ying had some wild thoughts. He had not taken care of their mother and daughter in the past three years, so Ling Ling must have suffered a lot.

A woman born with such a soft and charming face is in a difficult situation, and she is most likely to be targeted by rich old men with malicious intentions.

If he were to meet this Lailan, he would definitely kill him for Lingling.

Xuan Ying's mind was filled with Xia Ling's pretty little face. He missed her so much that he went crazy.

And Mou Mou...

This time when she came back, she didn't bring Mou Mou back.

Xuan Ying lit another cigarette, picked up his cell phone, and dialed the number that Zhou just sent him.

The phone on the other end rang once, and then it was picked up, and a soft voice came over, "Hello, hello."

It's Xia Ling.

Xuan Ying held a cigarette in his left hand, and the green smoke blurred his handsome face. He stretched out his tongue and licked his dry thin lips, "Ling Ling, it's me."

The other end was silent for two seconds, "Silver-faced King, do you have a problem with me?"

"Lingling, where's Mou Mou? I want to meet... Mou Mou, don't worry, I won't compete with you for your daughter."

"Silver-faced King, Mou Mou is your daughter, and you are her father. Naturally, you have the right to see her. But Mou Mou is not with me now. She will come tomorrow. I will arrange for you to meet by then. You What do you think?"

"OK."

"Okay, I'll hang up first."

Xia Ling wanted to hang up the phone.

Xuan Ying's heart tightened, "Ling Ling."

"Silver-faced King, do you have anything else to do?"

Listening to her distant and polite voice, Xuan Ying lowered his dark eyes and said, "It's okay, it's okay..."

After two beeps, the other end hung up the phone.

She hung up.

Xuan Ying held the phone, put the cigarette to his thin lips and took a deep breath. Maybe he smoked too fast, he arched his waist and coughed violently.

At this time, he looked up and saw an old man, probably in his fifties, driving a Rolls-Royce luxury car outside the glass window and parked at the door of the small bungalow.

Xuan Ying was startled, is this Mr. Lailan?

His pair of glazed ink eyes flashed with a cold light in an instant, and he opened the car door with his big palm. He stood outside with his tall and long legs, took the last drag of his cigarette, then threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and squandered it with his heavy boots. .

Xuan Ying unstretched his long legs and walked over.

As soon as the old man in the car got out of the car, a strong fist hit him like a storm.

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Bang bang bang.

The maid in the small bungalow heard a knock on the door outside, as if a man was knocking with his fist. The strong force seemed to break the door down in the next second.

"Who is it? It's coming!"

The maid hurriedly opened the door.

The cold wind outside suddenly invaded, and a tall and straight body stood beside the door. The man was too tall, like a door god, with a strong aura.

"Who are you looking for?" the maid asked.

Xuan Ying glanced at the maid lightly, then entered the small bungalow directly. His hawk-like dark eyes glanced around, "Ling Ling! Ling Ling!"

"Sir, who are you? You are breaking into a famous house without permission. I am going to call the police!"

Xuan Ying jumped up and went upstairs.

"Sir!" The maid wanted to hold Xuan Ying back.

Xuan Ying turned his head and cast a gloomy look at the maid.

The maid stiffened, Xuan Ying was a military commander, his waist was as strong and strong as a military commander's, and his sharp and sinister aura made the maid's scalp numb.

The maid never dared to say another word.

Xuan Ying went upstairs and pushed open the door of the master bedroom.

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As soon as he entered the room, Xuan Ying smelled a soft and charming woman's fragrance, which was completely different from the cold wind outside. The soft bed and high pillows in the room were simply a gentle tomb for him, a single man who had been stationed in a bitter cold place for three years.

Xuan Ying paused and heard Xia Ling's voice at this time, "Aunt, I'm done with the bath, please help me apply some moisturizer."

Xuan Ying raised his eyes and saw a pretty figure in front of him.

"Aunt, what are you doing, come here quickly."

Xia Ling was tired all day, and now her slender arms were resting on her head, and even her voice was stained with a bit of lazy charm.

Xuan Ying walked over.

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